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Chapter Thrity-Two: Promises and Plots
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“Doesn’t it feel kind of awful for you to have her back at work?” Valerin had gushed over me as soon as I had entered the room, my wound healed enough that it didn’t require a bandage but still a brazen purple that peaked through a layer of concealer that appeared to accentuate it more than conceal.“When she is here, in my sight, I know she is safe,” Corbyn bristled, looking up from his laptop momentarily to glare at Valerin, “And Ms Laurence, is here for pretences only, I have not made any demands of her.”“That’s where your wrong,” I quipped, “You demanded that I stay here sat in your office, even though mine is right there, and is completely transparent. I would be-““You stay here,” and there was no argument about it.“And you,” he spoke to Valerin, “Leave.”“No. I’m not leaving not when Drea is in danger, because of that utter dick.”Corbyn’s mouth pressed into a thin line.“At least let me do something, I’m going to die of boredom if I sit here. And it’s rather misogynistic to
Dangerous Games Chapter Thirty-Four: Pulled Back
The night ended in laughter and not a trip back to the office, but there was something more, something else in Corbyn’s eyes. He was on edge, a difficult breath pulling through him as he waved a hand through hair that had become increasingly dishevelled over the past couple of days, nothing like the perfectly combed hair I had seen on my first day.It wasn’t only him that could make keen observations.I was still hung up on the fact that he had known I liked strawberries. It wasn’t the most unusual like, but I hadn’t told him which made it different, that he had paid attention.It also meant he was staring at you eat.I stifle to bark of laughter that tries to escape my mouth at the thought.“Well,” Valerin begins, “I’ll have to leave you too here, CEO duties call.”“It’s the middle of the night,” but Valerin just gave me a mirthful look.“Ask Corbyn there is no rest from work,”“I would say that,” was the drawl of a response, “If you had any work ethic at all.”“I have work ethic, I
Dangerous Games Prologue
“You’ll never be anything,” he roared at me face red with unspeakable anger, spittle frothing at the mouth like a rabid dog ready to lurch forward and rip the flesh from my bones. Hot tears ran down my face as I hiccuped, the bubbling sound of failure ricocheting through the office, as he prowled around, his strong hands far too close for me to feel safe. I stumbled back as I saw the darkness in his eyes, the paleness of his skin becoming more shrewd with each bout of anger. I couldn’t breathe. “I made you Andrea, I made you and I will destroy you. You are nothing,” he paused, glaring at me with all the malice in the world, and a man which had once meant so much to me was tearing me down, shattering me and using the splinters of glass that made up my frame to plunge into my heart. Carve me open and lay me bare with a mess of emotions and scars, “You are nothing without me.” And I believed every word, they suffocated me as I stared down at the floor, a floor I wanted to swallow me
Dangerous Games Chapter One: Set it Alight
“FIRE! ANDREA THERE’S A FIRE!” Tobias’ shrill voice sounded from the kitchen and I almost dropped the plates I was precariously balancing on my arms. With a wild look in his eyes, he ran into the front room not caring that he was scaring the living daylights out of the customers, who had increasingly concerned looks on their faces. It just had to be the day I was left in charge that Tobias would set the place ablaze. I rushed into the kitchen, quickly slipping the plates I was holding onto the counter and as I felt the heat of the room blast from the stove that was indeed going up into flames I wondered how Tobias was still employed. Roaring flames, that tried their best to lick the highly flammable ceiling, burst from the pan. In a display of orange and red, a distinct difference to the burning blue of the hob’s flame. I didn’t have time to think, I couldn’t remember if a wet cloth was the best for these sorts of fires so I just did the most rational thing and reached for the fire
Dangerous Games Chapter Two: Less than a peace offering
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Dangerous Games Chapter Three: Cyber Stalking
I had gone insane, I knew that for a fact as I lay down on my small single bed staring at the glossy black business card in my hands, with silver lettering embossed in a clear font that screamed professional.Corbyn Emerson CEO of Emerson Industries.I regretted the decision immediately, the moment he had pressed his business card into my palm, the cool touch of his skin against mine, sending waves through me, that I had made a mistake. There was something in those eyes that told me he knew something that I didn’t. Maybe this was a trap, maybe this was a Ponzi scheme or the front for an illicit money laundering and drug circle. My imagination ran wild, pulling at different threads of trashy guilty pleasure novels I had read about women falling into a world of danger and criminal activity once they were approached by a brooding CEO.Though Corbyn Emerson didn’t appear to be a Mafia Lord or gang leader, he seemed too proper for that. And judging from the lack of visible tattoos that di
Dangerous Games Chapter Four: A Deal with the Devil
“Miss Laurence?” his voice repeated and I really really wanted to hang up, move to another country hell another continent. This was insane. “What do you mean you know who I am?” I managed to push out the words, clattering clumsily out of my mouth as my heart beat in my throat and I began to twist my fingers into my hair, only barely resisting the urge of pulling out the dark strands. “Please Miss Laurence, did you really think that I, one of the most revered CEOs in the business world would not know about the woman that Niklaus Artymov made sure no one would hire?” His tone was patronising and I wanted to strangle him through the phone. I clenched my fists and took a deep breath. “If you know that why do you want to hire me, Mr Emerson, why take that risk?” It was then I heard the most strange sound a sound I didn’t think possible from the stern business, a rumble of laughter, a deep chuckle that though it came through the phone reverberated around my room. “There are so many re
Dangerous Games Chapter Five: Honey Perhaps
I had lost my mind. I had gone completely and utterly insane. I guess it was a good thing my body clock never could recalibrate itself. I was always up by six in the morning if that. I was far from a morning person but I had trained my body to wake up at the crack of dawn so that I had the time to both contemplate my life and organise myself into some semblance of a successful woman. That had been the old me anyways before I was destroyed by a man who I don’t think deserves his name even to flicker through my thoughts. I knew I would need my business attire sometime soon, I could feel it in my bones. Of course, I knew a brooding CEO would deliberately blackmail me into working for him so that he could destroy my ex-fiance. What a typical Monday morning for me. I stared at myself, it had taken me forever to decide, a stylish suit or pencil skirt, I knew I was a PA, and the pencil skirt was a safe option but when had I ever played it safe? Never. That was the answer. My reckle
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