The next morning feels different. There is still a lot of tension in the air from last night, but there is also something more that makes my stomach churn in ways I don't want to admit. Jackson left before I could say anything else. I let him go because I knew I couldn't keep him. I pushed him too far, and now he's out there someplace, probably wondering if he really loves me. And I loathe it. I don't like that I care this much. I make myself get ready and go to work, and the typical routine kicks in, even though my mind keeps going back to Jackson. All I can think about is last night, even though the day is dragging on with meeting after meeting. Jackson kissed me in a way that made me feel like he was attempting to resist something he couldn't quite express in words. He didn't say it, but I could tell that kiss meant something to him. It was important to me, too. And I don't think I want to admit it yet. Around noon, right before I leave for lunch, Jackson sends me a text. Whe
The message's weight is heavy between us. Jackson's words look like a problem on my phone screen. "We need to talk." I can't help but look at the message for longer than I should. His text is basic and to the point, but I can't help but feel my heart racing when I read it. I have been looking forward to this moment, even if I don't want to admit it. We've been getting more and more tense for weeks. Every time we talk, there are unspoken words and gestures that make everything feel... complex. I recline back in my chair and run my hand through my hair. The familiar pain of anger settles in my chest. I don't want to admit it, but I know I can't stay away from him forever. There's something about Jackson that I can't get out of my head since the first time I saw him. I've never met anyone like him before. Not cooked. Not filtered. Not able to be predicted. And damn, it's hard for him to say no. I tap the computer and type a rapid answer before I can change my mind. "Come to my study
It's late, and the home is quieter than normal, except for the security system's hum now and then. I should be looking over Thorne Enterprises' most recent financial reports, but something about the night is bothering me. I can't stop thinking about how Jackson disobeyed me earlier today. It's scary how he looks at me and how he challenges me. I can't shake the idea that he isn't here just because he needs me; there's something deeper going on. I sit back in my chair and rub my temples, trying to concentrate on what I'm doing, but my mind keeps going back to him. He is not like anyone else I know. I find him both frustrating and interesting since he is so unpredictable. As I brush my fingers over my hair, I hear footsteps coming closer to my study. I already know who it is without looking up. It's Victoria Caldwell, my long-time family friend and trusty helper. She has always been calm and helpful while I've been operating the business, no matter what. But tonight, I don't want to b
It's a nice morning, maybe too nice. I didn't think I'd feel this at ease. The house is peaceful, and I'm still getting acclimated to how things work here. It's really big and too fancy for me. I'm not used to a world where everything is meticulously planned and nothing is out of place. I hear footsteps coming towards the kitchen. They are heavy and slow. I know it's Charles without even looking. It's always him. Just as I turn around, I see him walk into the room in that same faultless suit, with his dark hair perfectly in place and his blue eyes focused like lasers. He is in charge of everything, and he doesn't mind letting everyone know it. "Jackson," his voice as clear and serious as ever. "We need to talk about today's schedule." I put my cup of coffee down and stood up straight, already feeling the anger rise in my back. "What's the plan?" Charles takes a step forward, and the room fills with his presence. "I've already set up a couple of meetings for this afternoon, and I
Tonight, the mansion's air feels thicker. The typical icy, premeditated silence is broken by a particular stillness. I'm standing in front of my room's mirror, adjusting my shirt collar. I'm not sure why, but something about Charles' invitation makes me think twice about how I appear tonight. A private meal. Only the two of us. I wasn't prepared for him to extend such an invitation. I sharply exhale and run a hand through my hair. From the start, this system has been biassed. However, tonight... It feels different tonight. I have no idea why. Perhaps it's because he's been observing me. Or his self-perception—always remote, always in charge. But perhaps, just possibly, he will show me something different tonight. I walk along the corridor, my footsteps reverberating in the deserted room. With its marble flooring shining in the gentle illumination, the mansion appears even bigger at night. It has the atmosphere of a prison, a palace, and everything in between. It's Charles' world, t
I sit in my office and look at the papers on my desk, but the words are hard to read. I can't stop thinking about Jackson—how strong he is, how he stands up for himself no matter what. I didn't think he would be like this. I didn't think I would be so interested in him. The more I stay in this house, the more his presence makes me uneasy. He's not like the other people I've had around who have followed my guidelines. That is not something Jackson does. He pushes back and fights against the limits I set for him. It's annoying, but also exciting. I can't help but think about what he'll do next. What he's willing to put on the line. And why the hell it matters so much to me. I put my fingers on my temples to help me focus. This isn't how I do things. I don't feel things, and I don't want things. I don't want to be distracted. I have the power. I have always been in charge. Jackson has been able to break that grip, though, just by being himself. By being impossible to miss. The door