[Brielle's POV]I stand in the group of auditioners, waiting for the judges to hang the sheet with the results of the audition. Only three of us would be signed to this gig, and the rest would have to leave. With each passing minute, my heart rate increases, and when I think I can’t take it anymore, the list is finally brought out.Instantly, everyone rushes forward while I stay back, watching as many burst into tears and then turn and leave. Only once the numbers have grown low enough do I make my way forward.Please. Please. Please. I repeat it inwardly, again and again, until I’m standing right in front of the single piece of paper that could make or break my future.Holding my breath, I take in the list of names, and when I see mine at the very top, I lift my hands to my mouth to stop the scream of excitement that wants to escape. I did it. I got the gig! I couldn’t believe it!This would be my turning point from depending on L to being able to pay him back for everything he ever
[Brielle’s POV]I stare in disbelief at the words in front of me. How? How was it possible that I missed this? There was no way!“You changed it,” I hiss, snapping my gaze at Mr. Roger's amused one. “You had to! I read the whole thing!”“It seems you didn't,” he chuckles. “But as you can see, if you decide to walk out of this office, then you will be paying the company twenty thousand. What will you choose?”What would I choose? What would I fucking choose? Of course, I would choose to stay. I barely had a thousand to my name. Forget twenty grand! Dammit, he had me, and he knew it; that was why his handsome face was fixed in such a smug expression. It really wasn't fair for a devil to look so damn good.Taking a breath, I push the contract back to him and then take a seat. Crossing one leg over the other, I cross my arms and then fix my narrowed gaze with his.“Twenty grand,” I begin, coming up with a plan. “I earn that, and then I'm free, correct?”For now, I would play along since I
[Brielle’s POV]When I return home, there is a package sitting in front of my door along with a bouquet of blood-red roses. I guess I was wrong about flowers not being L’s thing, but I couldn’t help wondering what was in the box. Was it something expensive? Something simple, maybe? What in the world would he even send me?In the past, when I graduated and my birthdays passed, he would simply book me appointments for things to pamper myself with. This was the first true gift he has sent, and I almost didn’t want to open it and ruin the excitement. Almost.Moving forward, I lift the flowers and the box, then head inside. Continuing to move, I head straight to my room and flop down on the bed. Once I’m in place, I place the flowers beside me and then begin to pull at the tape that was keeping me from my surprise. And when I finally get it open, my eyes widen with shock as I take in the silky black thong that is sitting in it with a note.Call me once you've put them on.L.Flushing, I gr
[Leo’s POV]I hold my little songbird against me while her body shakes from the sobs that are escaping her. Even if I was worried about her seeing my true identity, there was just no way it could happen given her state, and I was taking comfort in that.“It’s alright,” I murmur, beginning to rub gentle circles on her back. “It’s all going to be alright.”As I speak, I can feel her beginning to relax, but there is still a long way to go. And even though I know I shouldn’t, I begin to untangle her until she can look at me and I can begin to get lost in her sparkling blue eyes.“You’re safe,” I murmur, rubbing tears from her cheeks. “I won’t ever let anything happen to you again.”To this day, she doesn’t remember the one who saved her from that horrible situation, and I suppose it is a blessing since she would most likely obsess over him instead of me. And even if he was me, I couldn’t reveal that either. It would lead to many other questions that I was not yet ready to reveal. After al
[Brielle’s POV]The next morning, I wake to find I'm alone and can't help but wonder if everything that happened last night was a figment of my imagination to stop the spiral I was going through. However, when I look down and find signs of L's presence all over my body, I know that it was real.“He was here,” I sigh, slowly sitting up while my pussy stings as a reminder of L's merciless attack.L was, in fact, here. He was in my home, and despite that, I still didn't know what he looked like since he was wearing a mask the whole time.Was that the trick to getting him to appear? To breakdown in despair and spiral out of control? I wasn't sure, and honestly, I wasn't brave enough to test it.When I remembered the night that my parents were killed and I was attacked, all I could see was darkness, and all I could feel was pain. To even dig up those memories left me drowning, and because of that, I didn’t like to remember them. Some would say it meant I never truly dealt with my demons, b
[Brielle’s POV]For the rest of the day, Thad and I work on our duet, doing take after take until finally it is deemed perfect for release. I knew that becoming a recording artist wouldn’t be easy, but to see just how much work it truly was left me exhausted.“Good job, love!" Thad grins as we walk out of the studio. “I have to admit, I questioned whether or not you truly had the chops or if you were picked on your looks, but you’ve got some vocal range.”“Are you saying you thought I got my place for my looks?” I ask, bristling. “Do I look like the type?”“Well,” he chuckles, looking from me to Mr. Rogers, who is busy talking to someone on his phone. “To say that I haven’t noticed some tension between you and the boss would be lying.”Flinching, I look to Mr. Rogers as memories of our first encounter surge. Of course there was tension between us, but it wasn’t the sexual kind, at least not on my end. He only reminded me of L because of his voice, but aside from that, the two were dif
[Leo’s POV]My fist connects with the punching bag, sending tingles of pain rushing up my arm, but it isn’t enough to make the images of my songbird with that british bastard go away. Stepping back, I prepare for another attack and then move.Again and again, I hit the bag in front of me, pretending that it is the bastard who dares even attempt to have ideas about my songbird, until my breathing is coming out in labored puffs and my knuckles are bloodied.“I think you’ve shown that bag who is boss,” Jackson chuckles from his seat along the wall. “Don’t you think we should get down to business now?”Business? I didn’t want to focus on fucking business. It was already five in the afternoon, and my songbird hadn’t contacted me. Where the fuck was she, and what was she doing? When my driver called me and told me she never showed up, I attempted to call, but it went straight to voicemail.“FUCK!” I rumble, hitting the bag again.“That’s enough,” Jackson sighs, getting up and making his way
[Thad’s POV]I sit alone, watching Darlene finish her set, while wondering how much longer Brielle is going to be. A good twenty minutes had passed since she went out to take a call, and I was beginning to wonder if everything was alright.“You look perplexed.”Snapping out of my head, I lift my gaze to Darlene as she takes a seat across from me and steals my beer.“Oi,” I huff as she brings it to her lips and chugs. “That's disgusting, you know.”“I'm your sister,” she giggles, placing the empty bottle on the table. “My germs are your germs, and your germs are mine.”Gagging, I lean back in my seat and look toward the bar exit.“Are you worried about her?” Darlene asks, giving me a funny grin. “Shouldn't you go after her then?”“I don't know who you mean,” I smirk. “There are many pretty women around me, you know; you're going to have to be more specific as to what you mean.”“Pretty blonde. Didn't you see some thug was following her out the…”Darlene doesn't get the chance to finish