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44. I’M SORRY MAMA
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HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 44. I’M SORRY MAMA
🫧WAYNE🫧I counted the ceiling tiles for the third time today. Fourteen across, nine down. One hundred and twenty-six. Same number as yesterday. The apartment doesn't grow new tiles just because I'm bored enough to wish it would.Mama left already. She kissed my head before she went, same as always, and told me to lock the door and not open it for anybody and stay inside until she got back. I told her I know, Mama. I always know. I've known since I was little, before we even moved here, back when the walls were thinner and the hot water only worked on Tuesdays and Thursdays.I was thinking about the man again.I wasn't supposed to be thinking about him. Mama went to her room right after it happened and I went to mine, and neither of us said anything about it this morning over breakfast, like if we didn't talk about it, it maybe didn't really happen.It happened, though. I know it did, because I still remember exactly how scared I felt standing in that hallway with my door cracked ope
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 43. WATCH WHERE YOU’RE GOING TO
🌹TESSA🌹The car pulled through the gates of the resort site a little before ten, gravel popping under the tires, and even before the engine cut I could hear the site itself, drills screaming into concrete somewhere off to the left, metal striking metal in a rhythm that never quite settled into anything predictable, men shouting over all of it in short bursts that carried across the open lot.Raymond was out of the car before the driver had even made it fully around to open his door. I scrambled out after him, tablet clutched against my chest with both arms, my heels already sinking into loose gravel as I tried to match a stride that wasn't built for anyone walking beside him instead of two steps behind.A man in a yellow vest jogged toward us, clipboard tucked under one arm, hard hat pushed back off his forehead, sweat already darkening the collar of his shirt despite the early hour."Mr. Reddington." He held out a hand that Raymond didn't take. "We weren't expecting the visit until
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 42. IT DIDN’T MAKE SENSE
🌹TESSA🌹I walked through the glass corridor connecting the staff building to the main tower, morning light cutting long yellow lines across the floor on both sides of me. By the time I reached the main lobby my breathing had gone back to something close to normal, and I told myself the redness still sitting around my eyes could pass for tiredness instead of anything else.Rhiannon was already at her desk, headset resting against one ear, and she looked up the second I came through the doors."Tessa!" She waved me over even though I was already walking straight toward her. "You look beautiful today. That color actually suits you so well.""Thank you." The word came out steadier than I expected, and heat crawled up the back of my neck anyway, spreading into my cheeks before I could stop it. Nobody had called me beautiful in longer than I wanted to think about, not sincerely, not with some angle underneath it, and I held onto that one sentence the whole ride up in the elevator, turning
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 41. TESSA HART
🌹TESSA🌹 The water was cold when I splashed it on my face, colder than I expected, and it woke me up faster than the alarm had. I stood there for a second with my hands dripping over the sink, staring at my own reflection, at the puffiness still sitting under my eyes from crying half the night before. He didn't remember any of it. I reached for the towel and pressed it against my face and held it there a second longer than I needed to. Whatever I thought I was going to feel when I finally let myself think about that clearly, standing here alone in the bathroom with the tap still running, this wasn't quite it. There was relief in it, real relief, the kind that actually loosened something in my chest instead of just talking about loosening it. No tension waiting for me at the office in three hours. No careful distance between us while he tried to work out what to do with a woman who'd kissed him back. No risk of him deciding overnight that I'd taken something from him while he wasn'
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 40. THE ONE THING I REMEMBERED
♠RAYMOND♠️My head split open before my eyes did.I groaned and pressed the heel of my hand against my temple, and the sound that came out of me was rougher than anything I would have let anyone hear if I'd had a choice in the matter. My mouth tasted like something had died in it. My whole body felt like it belonged to someone heavier than me, someone who had spent the night doing something I clearly had no memory of doing.A smell reached me before my eyes managed to open properly. Not my smell. Not my sheets, not cologne, not the particular scent my penthouse always carried, clean and expensive and faintly of nothing. This was warmer. Softer. Something like lavender, and it did not belong to any room I had ever woken up in before.I forced my eyes open.I was lying on a couch. Not my couch. Smaller, a cushion under my head that smelled like the same warm thing the air did. I sat up too fast and regretted it immediately, the headache spiking behind my left eye like something had been
HE PAID ME TO FORGET MY SON…NOW I WORK FOR HIM 39. PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME AGAIN
🌹TESSA🌹I froze the second his mouth touched mine.For one full second I did not move at all. I stood there with his weight braced against me and his lips pressed to mine and every part of me locked in place, waiting for my own brain to tell me what to do with this.It did not tell me to pull away.Five seconds. That was as long as it took before something in me gave out, before I stopped holding myself rigid against him and let my mouth answer his instead. I tasted the whiskey first, sharp and warm, and underneath it something that was just him, something I had not tasted in eight years and somehow still remembered exactly, the way you remember the smell of a house you grew up in even after everything in it has been sold off.The club came back to me in pieces. The heat of a crowded room. His hand finding the small of my back the same way it was finding my waist right now, pulling me in like there was no version of that night where he let me stand any further away from him than thi
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