Sucks to be Evelyn. More story to come. The next chapter you'll learn a bit about how Evelyn ended up with Debrassy in the first place and why she's still loyal to him all these years later. You'll also get a bit of insight as to what might happen next. Expect at least one new chapter per hour as I make a mad rush at the end of the month. I have a goal of hitting 50k words and I'm only 12 K away--that means 10-12 more chapters before the end of the month! But then it will be only a few chapters going into the new month, as I will be in Taiwan for the first two weeks of the month and may not have time to update. If you are enjoying the story, consider leaving a gem or two in appreciation. Thank you all for your support!
[Jayson]She might smell good, Miss Bluejay isn't as nice as Mr. Jersey. She doesn't let me eat in her car, and she doesn't even like it when I talk. For someone as pretty as a princess, she doesn't make very pretty faces when she looks at me. She hates me, I can tell.Too bad for her. I'm not going anywhere. She’s just going to need to get over it. Mr. D says he loves me, that if he had a son, he’d want him to be just like me. Nothing that stupid nanny sags will be enough to make him set me aside."God, why did Mr. D send me here to get you?" were the first words she said right before she waved two men in to take care of Nanny Brewster. She presses her oversized sunglasses firmly before adding "Remember, leave no trace and make sure to keep it quiet this time! We don't want anyone snooping and calling the cops."The two men holding Nanny Brewster nod, one of them punching the nasty smelling crone across her crooked yellow teeth. She passes out instantly. Probably for the better. She i
[Evelyn]Frowning, I tuck my phone back in my pocket and to let my frustration drain from my face. Debrassy doesn't need to add "or else" to his message for me to feel the ultimatum hanging over my head. I have to do better than my useless fiance. I'm already on thin ice with Mr. D.I've always been Debrassy's #1 girl. Yes, I know he's got others stashed away, but we've been together for 7 years now, ever since he discovered me working late nights working my third job at the college book store. I knew he wasn't the type to be faithful--I didn't need that. I had Michael. He was as loyal as a dog and so easy to manipulate. He stopped being a challenge ages ago, and I had been bored with him the day Debrassy walked into my life. Debrassy is anything but boring. He's always been a challenge. From the moment I first saw him I knew my life would never be the same.I'll never forget the day he walked into my life and turned everything on its head, leaving me breathless and wanting more, know
[Evelyn]"I hate to bother you like this," Michael's voice whines through my phone as I listen to his message. "But I have no other choice."When I felt my phone vibrating, I thought it would be something important, so I checked my messages like a damned fool. I should have known it would be Michael showcasing his incompetence.Michael has always been so short sided. Of course there were other choices than to bother me during my work day. He knows that my substitute teaching assignments are important. Mr. Debrassy is only helping us for as long as I am useful, and I can't be useful if I can't work. The poor man still thinks he has power. The only reason he's still breathing is because Debrassy values me enough to grant me a favor or two from time to time. I've convinced him for the moment that I still need Michael. "He makes a good cover story," I stressed as he rolled me over the raised cushion, giving him perfect access to his favorite parts of me. "Let's keep him around a bit longe
[Michael]"What is he doing here?" my wife snarls, her white teeth flashing. "Don't you have your own firm to run, Michael?""I'm collaborating with..." I begin to say but Adam cuts me off with a hard, rough laugh. "Oh, he's working for us now," Adam's jackal smile is wide as he tilts his head back. "CCRP now owns Stone and Associates Law Group, isn't that funny?" He wipes his eyes. "They went bankrupt, so we got a good deal. We liquidated everything--the building, the supplies, the staff. Do you have my mail, Michael?"Addison looks between the two of us as I hand Mr. Wright his stack of letters and magazines. She doesn't laugh or smile like that bastard Adam does as I do this. If anything, she looks a little sad. "That's...unfortunate," she eventually says, her gaze full of pity. "Is there any way to make sure he's working on another floor?" Her tone is neutral and professional, but her words sting like a slap. "Addy...I..." She doesn't look at me as she places a hand on Adam's s
[Vanessa]This is a terrible way to start a new relationship. “Oh, Mr. Wright!” reaching down to help him stand as I scowl at Mr. Andrews. “I’m sorry, sometimes my security gets a bit overzealous about protecting me. I assure you that he’ll be more respectful of our boundaries going forward.” Turning, I make sure I have Agent Andrews’ attention as I add, “right, Mr. Andrews.” “Of course, Mrs. Grant,” he stands a bit straighter, more like a soldier than security. But I guess most of Black Eagle has some government ties. He’s probably military trained. “Are you okay,” I return my attention to Adam, remembering that part of my mission is to get close to him. “I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?”“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Adam’s smile is dazzlingly bright as he reaches down to pick up a single white rose which he gently places in my hand. “It’s a shame about the roses, but I’ll have fresh ones brought to your office. Come,” he offers me his arm. “I have people I’d lik
[Vanessa]"Now please, Mrs. Grant, enjoy your breakfast." Agent Andrews pulls out a chair right before he picks up my plate places a scoop of eggs next to a large sausage."You didn't need to go through all this trouble," I insist, "I could have microwaved a breakfast sausage or..."Mr. Andrews looks up at me with a frown. "Not good enough," he scolds me. "Your doctor sent over very specific guidelines for your nutrition. No more junk food," he admonishes me as he places apple slices on my plate next to a piece of toast. "Besides, I like cooking for others. It helps me relax."Those words. His gaze of concern mixed with a genuine desire to care for me. It feels so familiar.Stunned, I take a step back, my hand over my heart as I observe the scene before me. Livy is kicking her feet, happily eating her toast while chattering away at Charley about something she read in a book. There are plates of food being brought in by Mr. Andrews, who takes away Livy's empty plate with a grin. It's s