Shortly after sending Danny on his way, Zander waltzed out of his office and into the newsroom. Grilling Elvie about Mathei was tempting, but he wasnโt a hypocrite, and she didnโt owe him shit.Besides, it was likely Elvie already felt extra salty after what had happened with them, and she had enough on her plate without having his dirty laundry to sort through. He was going to talk to Matheo about an item he wanted to scrap from the show tonight when Bella blocked his way to the old cowโs office, throwing her body between them like a hysterical mother in front of a speeding car.Big. Fucking. Mistake, small woman!โCan I help you?โ He raised an eyebrow.โI have something you really want to see, Zander...โโCall me, Mr. Stanton. Only my friends call me Zander. Chances are, Iโll stab myself in the eye with a fork before initiating a conversation with you about non-professional issues. Start talking.โZander followed her to her desk, and she pointed at her screen, her smile oozing stupi
Five minutes later, everyone was inside, including a solemn Bella and a defiant Elvie. Matheo was outside, on a quick phone call.โWe need a new item to close up the show. At this point, Iโll take anything. A feature. A kicker. A piece about anything thatโs not completely stupid. Brainstorm away.โ Zander tapped his finger over the chrome conference table.Everybody looked at their digital devices, typing text messages to their sources and generally being productive. Steven, the guy who yelled at Bella, however, sat with his arms crossed and sulked like a toddler in the midst of a tantrum.โGot it! A country singer was just murdered in a strip club in China.โ Matheo swung the door open and walked into the fishbowl meeting room, still staring at his phone.โSteven, I know you like good gossip. Can you follow that up?โ The man was already texting her source. โBut Kristalโsโโ He scratched his head with the tip of his pen when he saw Zanderโs intense glare at him.The silence that followed
โOf course not! I had a few, butโanyway,โ Elvie quipped, feeling bold. โDoes she know?โโKnow what?โ His lips broadened into an even wider grin, but that meant nothing. Zander was always nonchalant. A meteor could be speeding towards Earth at the speed of light, crashing and killing all of them in exactly two hours, and he still wouldnโt skip the foreplay when he took this girl to his presidential suite for their sexcapade.โAny of the following things, really. Oneโ" Elvie jerked her thumb up. "That's your thing. You pretend to be single while your daughter is waiting for you!โ She pointed her forefinger at him.โWhat?โ he frowned.โIdiot! Itโs your schedule tonight, remember? Your turn to read Thea her bedtime stories.โ She scoffed and looked at the woman, then back to him. โAnd two, is this your thing? You take women to a hotel suite for the night; fuck her? Our divorce isn't even finalised yet, you assholeโโ Then again, she gave him the middle finger, narrowing her eyes, and wonder
Sundays were Thea days.Days of echoed laughter in the mansion and the silent murmur of the staff and of course, munching on sweets and stealing glances at the main door, hoping Zander would appear and rescue her from the tower of dragons with one heated kiss. Yeah, it would never happen, but still, she hoped for something similar, so sue her.Today, Thea practically pushed her out the door. Sheโd made some excuse about getting some vitamin D, but it wasnโt even that sunny. Nonetheless, Elvie figured Thea wanted time alone with her new Princess Fiona and Shrek tea set. The mansion was huge. It was too big for Elvieโs liking, so she went to the garden with a cup of coffee in her hand. Besides, getting some time to think wasnโt the worst idea sheโd had. She also needed to read more about her late parents' company crisis. And though sheโd felt a little unequipped and uninformed this week when Joey and she discussed it in one of their online meetings, which ended up in an argument, then a
Going into his mansion again wasnโt the most constructive thing to do, Zander thought, considering the little fixation she was developing. But of course, he could just reason that he wanted to see their daughter.He could smell her skin, the undertone of her vanilla scent, and her ginger-and-jasmine shampoo on every piece of furniture in Theaโs play room. Her office, however, screamed Elvie. Her personality jumped out of every corner of the room. Zander saw her in the cider-scented candles lined up neatly on the mantel like soldiers and in the framed picturesโher hugging Thea with a huge smile on her face. She was in the curtains that were drawn open, inviting the sun to pour into the room, and in the small, organised stack of newspapers and books on the coffee table, as well as the ring stain of a mug beside them that told him her favourite pastime. And in the unlikely picture hanging above the TV, of a girl reaching up to a heart-shaped balloon and watching it drift skyward and away
The hashtag #ChildHelp stared back at Zander from the cream banner as he entered the event, celebrated on the massive rooftop terrace of the Stanton Towers Hotel. Sleek pink and peach carpets, roses spilling from sculptures like rivers, and long tables covered in velvet black tableclothsโno matter how much money Matheo was going to raise here, it wouldnโt cover half of what this evening had cost.The old man wore a tux and a scowl, his new toy trailing alongside him in her gold chiffon dress that managed to have too much fabric yet still exposed the better half of her tits. Not that Matheo cared. He knew his new wife was screwing around, too. He wasnโt a hypocrite, and he was about as possessive of her as he was of the piece of human turd heโd nearly stepped on as he walked into work yesterday morning, exiting the train. He didnโt want to bring her, but even Zander recognised that they needed to show some kind of united front. Plus, it was a good opportunity for him to check in on her
Zander took a step back and watched the colour drain from Matheoโs face. For a second, Zander thought he was going to have another heart attack. Then he tipped his head goodbye to Elvie, winked at her, and scurried away, looking like a ghost of himself. They both watched him join his wife. Zander knew that if he took his time, Kristal would approach them now that Mathias was gone.โHeโs trying to hit on you,โ he told Elvie, too pissed to look her in the eye without snapping further.โThatโs his business, not yours,โ she said evenly, placing her delicate glass of champagne on a table behind her. The spring air was crisp and chilly, and her whole body blossomed into goosebumps under that dress.โYou are still my wife, Elvie, remember that. Stop playing nice with him.โโNo, you stop butting into my relationships with other people, Zander. Matheo is a friend, and he wasn't doing anything wrong.โHe supposed it wasnโt a good time to tell her that Patrick Thomsonโwhoโd wandered out on the t
Zander took confident steps into the room, each of them making his heart swell a little more, until there was a monster in his chest, hungry for his touch. The look on his face alone engorged Elvieโs clitory senses. She squeezed her thighs together, her underwear damp between them.โWhose idea was this room?โโMine.โ Zander smirked.โWhy?โโBecause I like beautiful, lifeless things.โ His finger hovered over her face, making minimal contact with a lock of her hair and moving it behind my ear. โThey canโt talk back. They canโt screw you over. They canโt fuck your future.โโIs this where you take all your women?โโJealous, wife.โ His slight smirk made my chest hurt. โIf you were my woman, you wouldnโt be standing here. You are my wife, and no, I donโt make a habit of fucking women against these replicas. Theyโre worth over $100,000 apiece and hard to come by. Pick a favourite,โ he orderedโnot askedโgesturing to the vast room.Elvie resumed her stroll among the marble statues, feeling his
โI need you to turn my maybe into a definitely." Zander crawled into Elvieโs bed at the end of that gruelling Monday in the office. โYeah, right. What are you doing here? Thea willโโ โCome on, can a man get some time alone with his wife?โ Elvie rolled her eyes, but she didnโt kick him out, even though a small, vindictive part of her wanted to. Life was too short to deprive yourself of spending time with those you loveโsomething Iโd learned the hard way. She thought to herself. His body seemed to mould into her massive mattress. Somehow, he fit. If there was one thing sheโd realised this year, it was that sometimes they belong in the last place they thought theyโd ever be. โWife, letโs turn maybe into definitely.โ โHow can I do that?โ she put her thriller in her lap and let his arm loop around her waist, dragging her into the crook of his shoulder. His lips fluttered along her neck. โStay at SBC, stay with me no matter how this sh*t turns out. I canโt make it without you.โ โMake
They went home to his mansion. To his cockโs disappointment, he slept in the master bedroom alone because Thea was sick and Elvie slept in her room. But it was still better than sleeping in a million-star hotel or at the Stanton Towers, which he couldnโt even look at after heโd learned what he had about his father not being his real father. He wasnโt the one whoโd cheated on him. Yet Zander was the one whoโd taken most of Matheoโs wrath. In the morning, Elvie gave her brother a shake from what looked like sewer water, green puke, and misery and slid a bowl of cereal his way. It wasnโt even a brand. It was poured right out of a six-pound industrial box with a Costco logo. โWhere is the chef?โ โVacationโฆhalf of the staff too.โ Elvie smiled. โCavities and diabetes. Breakfast of champions,โ Zander muttered into the bowl as he took a spoonful. โMy apologies. Our room service doesnโt work on Mondays. Butler is sick. No chef, yeah so, stick with me!โ Elvie took a seat next to her dad a
Zander set the papers down, sitting on the edge of her desk and lacing his fingers nonchalantly. So Matheo had planned it all along. The old cow killed his parents. His meeting Elvie, his falling in love with her, giving up on the Davis familyโevery single thing And heโd walked right into his trap. Well, almost. He would pay! Dearly. Zander thought to himself. He didnโt make the mistake of asking Elvie if sheโd known about it. Of course she hadnโt. Instead, he focused on how to deal with this shit. โWeโve both been set up,โ he said. โAnd heโthe bastardโkilled my parents!โ His voice shuddered with enough hatred to melt the antarctic. And though he had his doubts before, he disregarded his instinct and thought that Matheo wasn't capable of doing such nineious things. โHeโwill pay! I will make sure heโโ "Zander." She put a hand on his shoulder, and he resisted the urge to pull her into him and bury his face in her hair. โI'm sorry." Elvie had this touch that made sh*t go away. Bad shi
The word โmusicโ comes from the Muses, goddesses of the arts in Greek mythology.I never said it before, because I thought it was tacky, but youโre my goddess (especially your ass).โZanderJohn Lennon started his music career as a choir boy.I never said it before, because it terrified me to admit it, but youโre my church (although I plan to be inside you way more than just on Sundays).โZanderYour heart mimics the beat of the music youโre listening to.I didnโt know I even had one before you came along, and now I do, and it hurts like a motherfucker (thanks for that).โZanderRemember in university? I stole your iPod before you stole my wallet. It was tucked inside my jacket before I even removed your panties. I wanted to know what you were listening to. (And I was sorely disappointed there were no Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake songs in sight, because it made not falling for you so much fucking harder.)โZanderI tried to tell myself I broke up my contract with Kristal and her f
Her heart was that of a lonely hunter.Yes and everything hurts.Elvie had always thought she was doomed by not being able to fall in love, but once she did fall, she wished she hadnโt. Now it hurt when she breathed, when she walked the hallways at work, and each time in between, when she caught sight of the person with a sharp suit and even sharper tongue moving past her, firing orders at Bella or bantering with the rest of the newsroom staff.A few weeks had passed. Four weeks after heโd shown up at her doorstep with flowers and chocolate, Zander had invited everyone into the conference room and announced that heโd given up his position and would only be staying for another month.After he made that announcement, heโd shot her a look, searching her face. Whatever he found there made him ask her to stay after the meeting was over so they could talk about it.Sheโd wanted to badly, but she knew nothing had changed. Though he often talked to Thea and visited her when he wasn't busy, he
Kristal had been a no-show during those terrible days, but he still remembered the flowers and pastry the family had sent every morning, her mother checking in on him, and her grandmother calling him three times a day to make sure he ate, showered, and breathed. Bella turned around, reaching for the door handle. Zander kept his face blasรฉ. โGood luck explaining it to everyone, sir. Because let me tell you somethingโthe moment Elvie walked into the room and into your life again, she changed you. It wasnโt profound. It was even more gradual, but it was there. In the way you started smiling, the way you softened towards your employeesโjust a littleโand started doing the right thing by yourself and Kristal. But standing here?โ She shook her head. โI think that man just bailed on us, and it saddens me because I was looking forward to working with and befriending the new Zander.โ Fuck! Bella closed the door behind her, and he looked to the glass wall, catching Elvie unpacking her lunch a
Elvie was about to round the corner and turn onto the street when a limo pulled up at the curb and the passenger door flung open. Her eyes widened, and she stopped in an instant. Her brother was no Liam Neeson, and if she was going to get kidnapped, she very much doubted she could be saved. She turned around to look at the person getting out of the vehicle. It was Kristal, dressed to impress in what looked like a cocktail gown. She seemed to be alone.โCan I help you?โ Elvie cocked her head. She wanted to be strong, but she was tired, hungry, and annoyed. And pissed at herselfโso pissed that sheโd let herself get carried away with a man like Zander Stanton. She usually made smart choices. She was a salad girl, and he was a deep-fried chocolate lava cake.โMe? No, though Iโm sure youโll do it at some point once you get fired, divorced, and have to become a waitress to support your slutty ways.โ She walked towards her on her high heels. The limo driver looked the other way, like he coul
On the way to work, Gerald told her in her earbuds that theyโre spending the treasure that love cannot afford, and Elvie nodded, not only to the rhythm but to the sentiment. Her shoes were blood red, and sheโd spent the ride dying their laces black with a Sharpie.She walked into the office, not knowing what to expect. The professional side was going to be evidently extra depressing. But last night, Zander and she showcased their hearts like they were on a window display when they touchedโcrawling into each otherโs mouths and seeping into each otherโs souls. Then sheโd left, without a message or a phone call. It was not her most mature moment, but she was sure he needed time to think too.Elvie walked the hallway, ignoring the judgy looks and raised eyebrows people tried to pin her with. One of the secretaries passed her and winced. She didnโt say anything, but one look at her face told Elvie she was in for an unpleasant surprise. What the hell was wrong with these people? Why on eart
Her legs were up before she knew it, carrying her to the exit. No explanation. No apologies. Elvie felt his grave steps thumping in her hollow chest as he followed her out. It was raining outsideโthe kind of dirty, humid rain to break the pulses of summer heat. It reminded her of the day theyโd met at the university, of the carnal desperation that ate at her back then, and of the fact that she was still alone.Elvie felt his hand on my shoulder as he swivelled her around sharply. He jerked her into his arms.I didnโt want him to let go.I didnโt want him to keep me there, either. She thought.โI wish Iโd never met you.โ My fists pounded his chest, and he took it. Maybe because he knew he deserved it. His mouth pressed against my cheek felt like a rusty, hot blade. The world felt like it was ending, even though I knew it couldnโt be.The vane of his breath sliced through my ear. โI wish that, too.โThat night, the sex was different.Slow, intense, and angry. Every thrust was a punishme