LOGIN***~~Meghan~~***A month later….It's been weeks of absolute isolation.But it's been peaceful…to an extent.I got a job offer after a week of applying.It's well paid, which makes things a lot easier for me.I haven't heard from Delilah, my mom.And it's taking all the courage in the world to not send her a text.I don't know what it's like over there and the last thing I want is to have Hunter bother me again.I've put him and that life behind me.I stared at the food in front of me, unable to stomach anything.It's been a constant lately.I barely have an appetite, neither do l want to leave bed.I slam my food down, letting out a low groan. It could be stress, I've been under a lot of pressure trying to make deadline at work.I….just need a bit of a rest and I'll be alright.With a slow exhale, I stand up and pack the food up, tossing it into the fridge.My phone dings.I reach for it on the counter.It's a notification from Delilah's Instagram.I zoom in to her photos.Her firs
***~~Jenaya~~***As soon as I step into the house, Knox pulls me into him in one swift motion, pinning me against the wall.My breath hitched.His eyes darkens, pinned at me with that intensity I'm all too familiar with.“Knox—”The word is barely out of my mouth when he claims my lips in a deep fiery kiss, stealing the breath from my lungs.My lips part, letting him in, letting him take whatever he wants.My whole body reacts before my mind can catch up— chest tightening, skin buzzing, knees too weak I'm afraid it might fold.Every inch of me loves to be touched by him.God.I don't know how he does this. I don't know how he managed to crawl his way into my head, my heart and my soul.Knox's hand moves to my neck, strong but not too strong to hurt me.He kisses me like it's his last.I can't breathe.And I don't want him to stop.His tongue moves into my mouth inch by inch, tasting every corner of it.I let him.By the time he pulls away, I'm breathless.His lips twitch. “I've been
***~~Hunter~~***After I followed Meghan to that club last night.I had stalled.Waiting to ensure she's okay.I've heard her say she's such a mess when she gets drunk and also stays off alcohol.So I got worried.I stayed.It took every fiber of my being not to knock that asshole touching her out.I saw red.But I needed to get her out of there. Had she not been drunk, I'd have to use sheer force to get her into my car.I recall the fire in her eyes when she told me to get lost. The raw emotion seemed more than anger.And I knew taking her to my house might escalate things further. She'll bite my ear off if she wakes up in my house.……A knock comes to my door and Iris walks in.My eyes shoots up.“Meghan isn't at the office.”“Did she call in sick?”“No sir,”I gulp nothing, eyes trailing to my wrist watch.It's 12PM.If there's one thing I know about Meghan, she takes work seriously.Maybe she's back to Nexora.A knot tightens in my stomach.I stand before I can stop myself, reac
***~~Knox~~***I watch as Jenaya pulls her chair back and stand, heading down the hall.Her movements are graceful as she walked, her hips swaying a little too much in that tiny dress.But I'm not the only one watching.Gavin is.And it makes me furious.So furious that I want to tear his eyes off her.I don't trust Gavin.Not with women.I've seen this play out before. A little handshake that bothers on too long. The constant eye contact, the smiles.But Jenaya is nothing like Daphne. I don't know why or how it happened. I trust her.I know for a fact that she's not another Daphne. She wouldn't leave me for my uncle.But that doesn't stop the ache I feel when I see him ogling her like that.Dissecting what's mine.I feel the burn rise up my neck.My jaw clenched, hard.I try to quiet the storm in my head, because it's the kind of chaos that would make me to head straight to that restroom and take Jenaya hard against the nearest wall.Let them all see who she belongs to.And I hones
****~~Meghan~~****I blink awake, having no single idea how I ended up here.In my bedroom.The room is bright as sunlight filters through the window, pouring into my eyes.My head hurts.My eyes are heavy.God.I hated hungover, it just has a way of messing up my system.I sit up slightly and exhale in relief where I see my dress intact.My hand flies to my head, trying to press the headache out of my skull. It's not working, nothing is.I try to jog my brain, but the only thing I could remember was the jerk from the club.Me dancing.Drinking.And then…someone had punched him.Everything else is blur.So blur it ticks me off.The light filtering through the curtains is too bright.I feel like there's a cannibal inside me slowly eating it's way out.I'm never getting this drunk again.My eyes scans the room for my bag and it's there on the couch. I reach blindly for it, fishing my phone out.It's still off.I turn it on and messages starts throbbing in.Hunter's.Jerome.Delilah.A
***~~Meghan~~***I never get to club often.But it's also my go-to when I'm pissed, stressed or simply bored.Those really happened, not when I'm always hunched over that desk, working.But right now I can't see beyond the cloud of anger.I feel sick. I feel stupid.I feel used.Played.By Freya. Jerome and….Hunter.Tony Caldwell has to be the only reason I'm still at Nexora. I had promised to wait until his son takes over the company.To make sure he understood the depth of how far his father had brought Nexora.But to my surprise, it was his daughter who took over temporarily.They were rumors that his son wanted nothing to do with Nexora.I choose not to buy that narrative.I stayed.But all that sacrifice just to find out I was being played.And Hunter?It was all a game for him.He wanted me just to get to Jerome.Tears prick at my eyes, blurring my vision.I toss my bag down, soak myself in a hot bath, throw a dress on and head out to a club.I might as well get wasted…anythin







