MasukKAI’S POINT OF VIEW.Her voice….it was still the same as the last time I’d heard it. I thought I knew how much I’d missed it…until I heard it for the first time since after what felt like forever. She looked ethereal, and it wasn’t because of the way she was dressed. It was the way she’d matured, but even as I tried to keep myself calm, to restrain my desire to pull her into my arms, kiss her, and hug her so she wouldn’t leave me again….so I wouldn’t…lose her all over again.I could see something haunted in her eyes….it looked like perfectly concealed pain, like something she’d kept hidden for so long that she’d masked it so wonderfully, the average man wouldn’t see it. But I could see it. Maybe it was because of the kind of man I’d become, or the simple fact that I knew her. “Twenty thousand dollars.” She scoffed, a pained laugh escaped her perfect red lips. She looked away from me, and it felt like someone had shot me. ‘No…please let me see you again.’ I yelled on the inside. I did
AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.“A private dance….um…” I stuttered, my hands still trembled at the thought of Kai in that crowd. He represented everything I have tried to keep buried, to hide….but seeing him here, one glance….it was enough to bring the past five years of pain back….and I wanted to drown in the heartache. “Yes,” Greyson grunted. Licking my dry lips, I looked around for a second, thinking Kai would suddenly jump out or materialize from nothing and pounce on me. “I am really tired…..Can’t I just head home and allow Vickie to take care of this instead?’ He still didn’t look at me; rather, he kept his gaze above my head. I couldn’t even see what he thought, because the man wore sunglasses and had a stoic expression on his face at all times. “No.” “Please, Greyson….I can cut you half of tonight’s earnings if you want.” I offered. I was so desperate. Although that money would have gone in support of mom’s medical treatment, I couldn’t risk seeing Kai….not tonight, not ever. Too
AURORA’S POINT OF VIEW.The second our eyes met, I felt the room turn to ice. My blood pulsed, as did the pace of my heartbeat. For a moment, his dark eyes appeared shocked, and all of a sudden, they were filled with heat, passion, and anger….a combination that set my heart on fire years ago, and even now. It caused me to falter slightly in the next move, something that had never happened before. ]I collected myself before anyone would see it, and focused instead on ensuring served a show. My hips rubbed while my ass bounded rhythmically to the beat of the music, my vision slightly blurred over not just from the dollar bills being sprayed all over the stage, but also the memories he conjured in my mind just by a mere eye contact.The life I’d abandoned, not by choice, but because my stepmother decided to pounce the second my father had a heart attack. It’d been the perfect afternoon. Kai and I had agreed to start dating. I’d liked him from the moment I walked through the doors of R
KAI’S POINT OF VIEW. TEN YEARS LATER….KAI IS NOW THIRTY YEARS OLD, SO THIS IS FAR INTO THE FUTURE….. Stepping into the club, the music blasting from the speakers could send my heart into overdrive…But I need this. The thrill, the sight of midnight ballerinas swinging off the poles while I, the owner of the club, walk around with enough anonymity, because no one knows who I am. Being a billionaire, I’ve been made to hide my life…to hide the person I really am because of my father’s no longer low enough profile. The sick fucker’s running for president of the United States, and because of that, I have had to pretend I'm normal, that the thought of someone as sick as Earl Sawyer running for any political office didn’t leave my blood rushing, and bile coming up my throat. I was scared for the people, because my father is nothing but a fucking thief…a degenerate who cannot keep anything off his sight. Women, money, drugs….name it. If he saw it and felt he wanted it, he didn’t care who ob
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.I’m nervous.And I shouldn’t be.I mean, all I have to do is potentially break my dad’s heart by telling him I would not be going down the path of architecture he wants for me, and that the college applications he thinks I made to Oxford or Cambridge actually went to Broadway instead.Ah, I’m going to scream.We’re at dinner, but it feels like my soul is the meal. The cutlery clinks against the plate as I mess around with the steak and peas on my plate. Serphina’s foot nudges softly at me, forcing me to direct my gaze away from the food and to her instead. “What’s up with you?” she mouths, her eyes shining with curiosity and worry, but I simply shake my head to appease her. Guilt twists in my spine as I watch her focus on her food.Sera was one of the most, after Amara, selfless people in the world. And even though she hides it well, or rather tries to hide it, hanging out with Lucien makes even the most absent-minded person meticulous.I have seen the look s
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.A YEAR LATER.“Whew…I guess that’s it for college applications.” I groaned, my bones screaming for exhaustion as I plopped onto the chair beside Lucien. Seraphina snickered as Theo fed her from the bowl of diced apples after dipping them in ice cream. “I don’t even know why you bother with applications,” Lucien remarked, lifting me from the seat beside him and onto his thigh. “You know one phone call from your father would get you the top spot in whatever school you want, right?”“Yeah….I know.” I giggled at the feel of his stubble poking at my jaw as he kissed a trail up my neck. “But still, I want to do this right. My grades should be more than enough to get me qualified, so I want to do this as everyone else does. If I weren’t the daughter of the Valerian, I would want to know if I would get the spot.”“You’re better than me.” Amara laughed, sipping on the mango ice cream smoothie she managed to concoct after multiple horrible attempts in the kitchen. It wa







