Chasing The Wrong Man

It took an entire bottle of bourbon to make me forget what I had done days ago and an entire barrage of messages from Killian to bring me back to reality. I grimaced at my phone screen when another text from him popped up. This was his fifteenth one in three days and even after I blocked him, Killian still found another way to contact me. It was frustrating to say the least. I wanted Kade to fall for me and yet, I made his twin brother obsessed with me. Great going, Mia. I read the text this time, not ignoring it like I normally did. It’s been days Mia. I’m not sure if I did something wrong for you to ignore me so much but I can make it up to you. Come on, let’s have dinner with my family tonight. My treat. I promise to make it worth your while. I sighed and dropped my phone on my desk, my attention being pulled back to the mountain of files I had waiting for me. I needed coffee. I left my office and went down to the cafeteria, hoping that two cups of coffee would be eno

I woke up the next morning to my head splitting in two from a migraine. I groaned and pushed myself off the bed, dreading the work day ahead of me already. After that dinner with Killian and Kade, well, the train wreck I barely survived, I had headed home and forced myself to go to bed. Unfortunately for me, my mind kept me awake for hours on end, thinking of how I would be able to salvage the huge mess I had gotten myself into. I sighed and wasted no time getting ready and soon enough I was at my workplace. Ferguson and Co. An accounting and litigation firm merged into one. We handled legal and financial matters. Recently I had gotten a promotion and now I was the managing director of the litigation team. The salary was decent but the work hours were gruelling. Still, I walked into the building, ready to start the day and get my mind off those twins. But it seemed the universe was against it because my phone buzzed the second I stepped through the door. Without looking I was sure

The walk to my office felt akin to a funeral procession I was the corpse, and everyone was watching. The glass hallway functioned like the walls of an aquarium; the Carter twins and I were on display, the subject of everyone’s scrutiny. As soon as the office door latched shut, I spun around to face them, my tone sharp enough to draw blood. "Get out of my company." Killian didn't even blink. He sauntered over to the guest chair, made himself comfortable, and propped his Italian leather loafers onto the edge of my pristine mahogany desk, resting them directly on the documents I had just spent hours finalizing. My skin burned with indignant fury. "Is that any way to speak to the man who just rescued your firm from a total collapse?" Killian asked, his eyes dancing with a manic, playful mischief. "Saved?" I scoffed. My chest was heaving as my professional composure finally fractured under the absurdity of the situation. "You didn't save anything. This place was running perfectly. Y

My day was spent vacillating between rage and tears. The twins were infuriatingly stubborn and dense. I bitterly regretted the dinner with Killian; had I ignored him entirely, my life might still possess some semblance of normalcy. While a small, buried part of me wondered what would happen if I surrendered control and saw what they were offering, my logic thankfully continued to override my lack of inhibition.With only an hour left in the workday, my office door swung open with a violent thud, the echo resounding like a gunshot. I jumped, glaring at the intruder who had dared to enter unannounced."Are you insane?""Mia."Of course, it was Killian. My face was surely flushed not from fluster, but from rapidly mounting fury. "What part of 'leave me alone' is difficult for you to grasp?" I asked, my expression twisted into a scowl.He paused, but before he could speak, I pressed on. "I can what? Fine, you’re obsessed with me. Deal with it like an adult and stop harassing me." I slamme

Monday arrived with a headache and a plan. I dragged myself out of bed with a spreadsheet already glowing on my phone screen, a color-coded monument to my own insanity. I hadn't slept much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw one of two identical faces looking back at me, and my traitorous brain couldn't seem to decide which one it wanted to linger on longer. By four in the morning I had given up on sleep entirely and started typing instead, fingers flying across the screen with the kind of manic focus I usually reserved for closing arguments. If Cole could see me now, weaponizing a spreadsheet against two billionaires, he would never let me live it down. I showered, dressed in the most severe blazer I owned, black with sharp shoulders, the kind of thing that said Managing Director and absolutely nothing else, and stopped for coffee on the way in because I was going to need every ounce of caffeine New York City could legally sell me. The barista, a sweet college kid named Priya wh