LOGINWe continued eating, arguing over stupid things and talking about everything and nothing.For a little while, I forgot about my mother.I forgot about Braxton.I just enjoyed being with Ivy.When we finished, Ivy collected the plates.“I’ll wash.”“You’re finally useful.”She looked over her shoulder.“Bitch.”I laughed and leaned back in my chair.“Love you too.”She shook her head and carried the dishes to the sink.I eventually moved to the couch and picked up my phone.TikTok.Exactly what I needed.I scrolled through videos, occasionally laughing at something stupid, sending a few to Ivy, and ignoring the ones that were obviously trying too hard to be funny.A few minutes later, Ivy came back and dropped onto the couch beside me.She picked up her phone.“Aiden and I are going to the club tonight.”“Okay,” I said without looking away from my screen.“You’re coming with us.”I turned to look at her.“No.”“Yes.”“Hell no. I don’t feel like going anywhere.”“Exactly why you should
I walked into the house and locked the door behind me.The place was quiet.I glanced toward the living room, then checked the kitchen.No Ivy.The door had been locked from the outside when I arrived, which meant she wasn’t home yet.I dropped my bag on the couch and headed straight for the kitchen.I was starving.I pulled out what I needed and started preparing something to eat.As I chopped vegetables, my mind wandered back to work.My mother’s voice.Her words.The way she’d stood there in front of everyone and called me a bastard.I stopped cutting for a second.My chest tightened.I shook my head and continued.No.I wasn’t doing this again.I wasn’t going to stand in the kitchen replaying everything she’d said until I ruined my entire evening.I reached for my phone and connected it to the little Zealot speaker sitting on the counter.Music filled the kitchen.Much better.I started cooking again, moving my hips to the beat.A few minutes later, I was singing along at the top
We got out of the car and walked toward the building, side by side again.The moment we stepped into the lobby, a few employees passing by greeted Braxton.“Good afternoon, sir.”Braxton acknowledged them with small nods as we walked.I kept my eyes straight ahead.After everything that happened earlier, I wasn’t interested in giving anyone another reason to stare at me.We reached the elevator and stepped inside.The doors closed.For the few seconds it took to reach our floor, neither of us said anything.When the doors opened, I stepped out first.And immediately noticed the eyes.A few people looked at me before quickly looking away.I pretended not to notice.I walked straight to my office and sat down.Finally.I let out a quiet breath and leaned back.My head felt much lighter than it had earlier.Maybe Braxton’s little escape had actually helped.I hated admitting that.I pulled myself closer to the desk and turned on my computer.There was work to do.I started going through
We sat on a wooden bench under a tree. The wind brushed against my skin, soft and steady, like it was trying to calm something inside me that had been loud for too long.Neither of us spoke at first. The silence wasn’t awkward, it was heavy, but gentle. My heart still ached from everything that happened, but the quiet made it a little easier to breathe.After a while, I said softly, “My mum has always been like that.”Braxton turned his head slightly, his eyes searching my face. He didn’t say anything, he was just listening. I didn’t look back at him. My gaze stayed on the park ahead, on the leaves swaying lightly above us. I needed to get it out. All of it.Ivy was the only one who ever knew what my life was really like growing up. Louis had seen glimpses, he knew how my mom could be, but he never knew everything. To him, she was just a difficult mother who asked for money too often. But she was much more than that. Worse, actually.I took a slow breath. “Ever since I was five and st
There was a soft knock on the door. I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, trying to steady my breathing before anyone could see me like this.The door opened, and Braxton stepped in. His eyes found mine instantly, his expression worried, calm, and searching.I straightened up fast and turned away, pretending to fix my hair in the mirror. He didn’t say anything at first, just walked closer, his footsteps quiet on the tiles. Then he handed me a folded handkerchief.“Are you okay?” he asked, voice low.I didn’t answer. My throat burned, but no words came out. I brushed past him, wanting space, wanting air, but his hand caught my wrist. Firm and warm.“Let go,” I said quietly.He didn’t. Instead, he moved to stand in front of me, blocking the door. I looked down, refusing to meet his eyes, but then he did something that caught me off guard, he lifted the cloth and gently wiped the tears on my cheek.I froze. His touch was light, almost careful, like he was scared I’d break.O
And when my eyes met his, my stomach twisted again.Braxton stood in the hallway, one hand in his pocket, his eyes sharp and unreadable. The entire office was silent except for my mother’s voice echoing through the walls. She was still shouting, her face red, her hair sticking to her forehead like she’d just come from a fight.“Who the hell are you?” she demanded, glaring at him like she owned the place.His expression didn’t change. “I should be asking you the same thing.”“I’m this bitch’s mother!” she said, slapping her palm against her chest. “The ungrateful daughter who can’t even answer my calls or send money to the woman who gave her life!”A few people gasped quietly. I could feel everyone’s eyes burning into my back. My heart pounded so hard it hurt.“Mom, please,” I whispered, my throat tight. “Not here. Let’s go.”But she ignored me completely. “Oh, now you want to act respectful?” She turned to the small crowd of workers watching from their desks. “She’s been pretending to
I couldn’t focus on a damn thing all morning.Every time I tried to type another sentence, my mind went straight back to what happened in his office. His voice, his touch, the way his fingers—God. I rubbed my face and groaned quietly, trying to push the thoughts out of my head. I was supposed to b
I walked into the company lobby already exhausted, clutching my coffee like it was the only reason to keep breathing. Another day of surviving my cocky boss. Another day of pretending his stupid smirk didn’t make my pulse do weird things.The elevator doors were about to close when a large hand st
Aiden leaned back in his chair, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “So, Rosie… how are you surviving being this bastard’s secretary?”I blinked. “Excuse me?”“Don’t act shy now,” he said, chuckling as he tilted his glass toward Braxton. “Man’s impossible to work with. You deserve a raise just f
The alarm went off, loud and annoying. I groaned and rolled over before finally dragging myself out of bed. The floor felt cold under my feet as I walked to the bathroom. A hot, steamy shower helped clear my head, and by the time I was rubbing lotion on my skin, I already knew today was going to be







