LOGINThe maid nods rapidly, leaning in closer. "Oh, absolutely. And Madame Caroline is either too stupid to notice, or she’s just pretending not to know because she simply doesn't care enough about her husband to waste the energy. Honestly, I think she just uses it as an excuse to yell at him." I let ou
"Are you new? I don't remember hiring a beauty like you." The smooth, oily voice makes my skin instantly crawl. I freeze, keeping my hands wrapped tightly around the damp handle of my mop, forcing my shoulders to drop into a submissive, slouchy posture. I lift my head just enough to look at the ma
When my eyes snap open the next morning, the bright summer sunlight is pouring through the windows, drilling straight into my skull with the force of a hangover. I groan, moving to shift my weight, but my hand brushes against something soft and foreign. I freeze. I slowly turn my head to the other
A blinding, white-hot anger replaces the alcoholic haze in my system. I slowly turn around to face Camille, who is currently smoothing down her white silk nightgown, looking remarkably unbothered by the fact that she just completely obliterated my entire life. "Why didn't you correct me?" I growl,
Her chest hits my chest, her hands moving to my shoulders for support, and suddenly, all the space in the room completely vanishes. We are so close I can feel the heat radiating off her skin through the sheer fabric of her dress. Her scent is different though. She usually smells like vanilla, but
I sit solitary at the grand marble island in the kitchen, the low amber nightlights casting long, depressing shadows across the smooth counter. My fingers trace the rim of my crystal glass as I pour the last round from my now entirely empty bottle of top-shelf scotch. The amber liquid hits the gla
He actually... smiles. Not a polite, lawyerly smile, but a genuine, 'I'm glad to see you' smile. "Camille?" he asks warmly, pleasantly surprised. "What are you doing here?" Camille beams at him, keeping her hand on his shoulder in a way that feels way too proprietary for my liking. "Just arrived b
I’m still coming down from the adrenaline high of almost kissing Owen when he lets out a sigh that rumbles through the car. "I think I'm hungry," he says, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "Since we skipped the cake in favor of your bad night out idea, we should probably get dinner."
"Okay," Owen says, his competitive streak finally overriding his boredom. "I’ve got this one. This is logic. Pure, cold logic." "Look at the symbols on the wall," I say, pointing to a series of carvings. "They match the shapes on the desk. We just need to align them." "No, no," he says, waving me
I stand at the threshold of my suite, my hand frozen on the brass handle. The hallway behind me is bright, buzzing with the fading sounds of a film crew packing up for the night, and my security are both standing where they usually are a distance from my door, but inside my apartment? Darkness. M







