ETHANI’m an idiot. I’ve always known that, and I guess you could say that I always find a way to put myself in these situations. But it’s not like I actively try to do it. It’s not like I want to be idiot. It just happens. I knew I shouldn’t have asked Liv to move back to the States with me. Even as I was about to say it, there was a voice at the back of my mind telling me that it was a stupid move. What sort of woman would drop everything in her life and move with someone? I knew she would say no. I was bracing myself for it. But I would have hated myself even more if I didn’t ask. I knew we were still just getting to know each other, but it still felt like I’d known her for a very long time. Being with her was just so comforting, and it made me realise just how much I had craved this. I hadn’t been in a relationship in over a decade, and I knew that maybe that was part of the reason why I felt so compelled to pour all my attention on the first woman who even looked in my directi
ETHANThe funny thing about your home is that it will never change, no matter how many years you spend without coming back. You might think things are different, until you open the door and realise that everything is exactly as you left it, and that familiar smell will always be there. I didn't realise just how much I'd missed being here until I was standing in the middle of the hallway, looking around and taking it all in once again. I remembered spending most of my life in this building, running around the hallways with Marcus and spraying each other with our water guns, playing hide and seek in any of the twenty-five rooms in the house, or trying to sneak into our father's office whenever he was on a business trip because we knew he had a stash of cigars that we could steal. But that was a lifetime ago. Gone was the warmth of our childhood, or the moments of laughter which would occasionally break through the silence. Now, the house felt dead and empty, like a relic forgotten in
“Okay, spill,” Jess said, leaning over my desk and narrowing her eyes at me. “You’ve been acting weird ever since you got back from Paris. Did something happen out there?”I looked up and simply smiled. I’d been trying not to think about Paris ever since I got back, but that was easier said than done. Even though it had been three days since I came back to London, I still hadn’t gotten back to normal. I thought I was hiding it well, but apparently that wasn’t the case. “It’s nothing, Jess,” I replied. “I’m just exhausted.”“You’ve been exhausted since you came back,” she said. “Even Joanna mentioned that you don’t seem like yourself anymore. Is something wrong?”“I appreciate the concern, Jess,” I said. “But I’m fine. Really.”She wasn’t buying it, so I pretended to focus on something on my screen. Her desk was all the way across the room, so she had to walk all the way back there. But I could tell that she really wanted to keep pressing the matter. She must have realised that I wasn
“So, are you going to do it?” Rachel asked. “I don’t know,” I replied. We were sitting on the balcony, eating a pizza and listening to the neighbours arguing over the broken sink. “It’s a fucking big deal,” she said. “You’ll be Joanna’s equal, and you get to run your own branch however you want it. You get to have subordinates who will fear you, and you’ll have business meetings with influential people. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity.”“But it’ll also mean I have to go back to New York,” I said. “It would mean going back to my past, and having to deal with the knowledge that Marcus and I are in the same city.”“Fuck Marcus!” Rachel said. “This is about an opportunity falling into your lap, and you can’t let it pass you by. If you don’t do this, then they will simply choose somebody else. Do you really want Jess to take this position over you?”I didn’t know what to say, so I held my tongue. It was true that this would be a huge opportunity, and I would be taking a huge step f
MARCUSEverything was going to hell, right before my eyes. And no matter what I did, there was no stopping it now. Seeing Ethan back like he’d never left was like a shock to my system. When I walked into the stables and found him standing there with our mother, I suddenly felt like I was back in that awful place, when they were always together and I was always left behind. I knew he was her favourite, and that never bothered me. But when he left, I thought things would be different. I thought I could change, and become the person she always wanted him to be. But none of that mattered now. He was back, and we both knew exactly why he decided to come back now. The bastard was trying to capitalise on my moment of weakness. He must have known how bad things had gotten, so he was trying to weasel his way back into our lives. I had gone home with the intention of talking things out with mother and finding a solution to all this. The fact that I chose to step down didn’t mean I wasn’t in
As soon as we landed at J.F.K., my heart started to beat quickly. Maybe it was something in the air. Maybe it was the way I felt like everybody was looking at me. Or maybe it was simply the fact that I still hadn’t come to terms with the reality of coming back. “Well, this is it,” Rachel said as we rolled our bags outside. “I never thought I’ll ever be back here.”“Neither did I,” I replied, pausing to take a deep breath. The air was cold and smelled like smoke, and the noise was deafening. But there was something nostalgic about standing there once again, back in the one place I promised myself I wouldn’t come back to. I was painfully aware of all the things I thought I was walking away from. But now, it all came rushing back. And before I knew it, my fingers were starting to tremble. “Don’t do that,” Rachel said, taking my hand in hers. “Everything is going to be fine.”I smiled weakly at her, and we got a taxi quickly. As we drove into the city, I started to think about how diffe
ETHANFrom the moment I walked into the building, I knew that something was off. Not a single person dared to look at me, and everyone kept their head bowed as they hurried across the main lobby, dashing towards the elevators and glancing over their shoulders to make sure I wasn't going to rip their heads off. At first, I thought everyone just assumed that I was Marcus, and they were absolutely terrified of him. But that didn't make any sense. As far as I knew, Marcus had a close relationship with every single employee of Reynard Tech. And they didn't fear him as much as they respected him. But then, right as I was walking past the front desk, the receptionist nearly tripped over himself as he hurried over towards me, wearing the fakest smile I'd ever seen in my life. "Mr. Reynard!" he exclaimed. "Welcome back. It's a pleasure to have you here again.""Hello, Richard," I said, glancing at his name tag. "But I think there's a mistake somewhere. I'm not Marcus. I—""Oh, we know," he
Okay, I admit it.I’m a terrible person. But in my defence, I didn’t know what else to do. It’s not like I could send him a text and say “Hey, just thought I should let you know that I’m in New York. Remember when you asked me to move to America with you? That was crazy, right? Anyway, we should get a drink together sometime. Bye xx.”I couldn’t bring myself to do that. I knew if I posted a picture with my location, he would definitely see it. And maybe it would soften the blow for when I would actually call him and explain myself. I wanted to believe that he would have some time to think about it before I actually called, and he would be willing to forgive me by then. But for now, I was focused on work and settling into the office. Rachel and I spent the first day interviewing our potential employees. After the fiftieth applicant, my head was starting to spin. There were so many of them, each one more eager than the last. They reminded me of myself and Emily when we were job huntin
"Please tell me this is just a dream, Olivia," Joanna said over the phone. “Or some fucking nightmare that I can wake up from.”I took a deep breath and pressed the phone tighter against my ear as I paced through the bedroom, trying so hard not to yell at her. "I'm not going to apologize for what I did," I snapped. "He touched me, Joanna, and that crossed a line.""I don't give a fuck if he tried to bend you over and fuck you in front of your staff,” she yelled. “He's Nate Holloway. Do you even understand what that means?""It means he's a pervert,” I said. “And a fool with too much money.""It means he's one of our biggest clients," she said. "Do you have any idea how hard it was landing that deal? The Holloway contract is the only thing keeping Fluxx from sinking right now, and you just fucked it up by deciding to crack Nate’s skull."I stopped dead in my tracks, a hollow feeling settling in my chest as I realized what she’d just said. I couldn’t believe it, and it made me actuall
Ever since I got to my offices, I couldn’t stop staring at the digital clock on my desk. I checked it again for the thousandth time, feeling a sliver of nervousness as I saw that it was still 10:42 AM.Nate will be here in eighteen minutes.I folded my hands together to stop them from shaking. I wasn’t afraid of him, but I felt like a rubber band which was stretched to its limit. I'd set up the meeting myself, because I needed to be done with this shit once and for all. I needed to clear my head, and I couldn’t continue like this after what happened yesterday while he got to go scotfree. He had no right to do what he did, and I had to make sure he understood that. But right now, with the silence of my office pressing down on me, I couldn't stop the way my pulse quickened at the thought of facing him again, or the thought of having to bring up the issue. I kept thinking about what I would say, how I would say it, and what to do if he didn’t take this seriously. In my moments of horro
For a moment, I stared at Richard like he'd grown a second head. We sat there in silence, staring at each other as I tried to wrap my head around what he'd just said. Surely it had to be a lie. Because how on earth could he be serious right now?"You're quiet," he said. "I just... I don't know what to say," I whispered, shaking my head. "This is unbelievable.""I know how it sounds," he said quietly. "And I wish it wasn't true, but it is."No matter how hard I tried to wrap my head around what I'd just heard, it just didn't make any sense. How could he be their father? And after all these years? It just didn't seem possible. "So you're telling me you're Ethan and Marcus's father?" I asked.""Biologically, yes," he said. "But in every official sense, Michael Reynard was their father.""How is that even possible?" I asked. Richard sighed as he leaned forward, and he seemed so old and tired as he raked his fingers through hos hair, in much the same way that Ethan used to. "It started
For a long time after I left the office, I still couldn’t believe what happened. Even as I sat down at our new dining table and silently poked at my steak, it did nothing to stop the wave of nausea that was raging in my stomach. Ethan was talking beside me, but I was barely paying him any attention. He was saying something about knocking down the wall between the pantry and the laundry room, but all I could do was smile and nod when he looked up. All I could think about was Nate’s hand and his voice. I kept thinking about the way he looked at me like I was a piece of meat he owned, and that made me want to cry when I remembered it. I had replayed the scene over and over again on the drive home, trying to decide what was the right thing to do. Should I tell Ethan about it, knowing that he was going to lose his mind over it? Or should I talk to Joanna and tell her I couldn’t work with Nate again? A million other thoughts floated around in my head, but I just couldn’t figure out what
I still couldn’t believe that Ethan had bought the mansion just like that. He made it seem like it was a pair of shoes or a painting he liked. It all happened so fast, and I just couldn’t believe it. The first week was entirely chaotic. We spent our evenings shopping for furniture, arguing about the best fabric for the couch and whether a vintage record player was essential or rubbish (I won that round of arguing). I spent most days over at the house, telling the delivery men where to put things, and helping out where I could. Ethan suggested hiring an interior designer to handle everything, but there was something so cozy and comforting about doing it myself that I just wasn’t ready to give up. Besides, it wasn’t difficult at all. But the hardest part came the night Rachel flew back from her trip, and I had to tell her that I was moving out.From the moment she walked into our apartment and dropped her bags at the door, her face fell when she saw the boxes in the living room.There
MARCUSI didn't want to do it initially. He didn't deserve a quick death, after all. But sometimes, when someone pisses you off too much, you just have to take care of things. And when you find out that the bastard who tried to harm the woman you love was only going to a mental institution instead of the jail he deserved, you just have to take care of things yourself. I stood on the balcony and stared down at the city sparkling beneath me while a cold breeze swept past. The sun had already set, but Manhattan was still as loud as ever, with horns blaring down below, people yelling constantly , and the wailing of a siren in the distance. No one would notice me up here, staring down at them and savoring my latest victory. I took a slow sip of my whiskey, letting the warmth roll down the back of my throat as I leaned on the cold steel railing. The evening was perfect, and I couldn’t have been happier after getting the call. Chris was dead, just like I intended. The report said he’d be
From the moment we pulled up in front of the mansion, my mouth fell open and it stayed like that permanently. The house looked like something out of a movie. It was so huge, and my eyes nearly rolled back into my skull as we walked in. There was a grand staircase which swept upward like it belonged in a castle, and sunlight streamed in through the large windows which made everything look so bright and golden."You've got to be kidding me," I whispered, taking in the beauty of the house. "This is actually insane.""Wait til you see the kitchen," Ethan said as he walked up behind me and took my hand in his. "You could set up a football game in it"When we walked into the kitchen, I knew he wasn't exaggerating. There were two kitchen islands which were so far apart that you probably couldn't even smell what someone was cooking from across the kitchen. There were so many shelves and drawers that it looked more like a convenience store than a home kitchen. Every room we walked into fel
Ethan was discharged the very next day, and I took him back to my apartment. Rachel had traveled down to Miami for a conference, so it was just the two of us in the house. After he’d taken a shower and eaten the lunch I prepared, he immediately sat down to call a real estate agent. “Is that really necessary?” I asked as I packed up the plates from the dining table. “Shouldn’t you be getting some rest?”“I’ll rest once we have our new home,” he said. “Buying a house usually takes a very long time to process, and I don’t have the time nor the patience to wait too long. The sooner we get started, the quicker we can be done with this.”I left him to his phone call, while I washed up in the kitchen. I could hear him talking in a sharp tone, using his CEO voice where he made it obvious that things were going to go his way, no matter what. I could have sat down and stared at him for hours when he talked like that, but I had other things to do. Like calling Richard Jones and telling him wha
I'd thought about seeing Marcus face to face again for a very long time now. I'd imagined standing across from him, looking dead into his eyes and showing him that I wasn't afraid of him anymore. I'd thought about how I was going to stand my ground, and not let him see the fear he'd once inflicted upon me. But standing right there in front of him, looking into those malicious eyes that had tormented me for years, I just couldn't do it. My knees began to shake, and I almost buckled to the ground in terror as the world fell away and it was just the two of us.And then he started to walk towards me. It took every bit of strength in me to not turn around and flee. I visibly shrank the closer he got, and a wave of panic washed over me as I realized that I had nowhere to go. If I turned and ran now, then I would be running for the rest of my life. And that was the last thing I wanted. So I stood my ground, stuck out my chin defiantly, and looked him dead in the eye. I took a deep breath