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I wake up in my bed, greeted by the warm glow of the sun creeping into my bedroom from behind the curtains. Yet I am… confused. Like I’m not supposed to be here. I scramble out of my sheets as memories from last night begin to flood my mind. “You should feel dizzy from standing up so fast.” I freeze. The voice, the face, and the annoying habit of stating the obvious are all too familiar. He’s seated on my reading chair just at the corner of the bedroom, which makes me wonder how Lon he has been watching me. “I’m not dead, am I?” I ask. “No, love. You’re not.” “Then how did I fall asleep? And why don’t I remember how I got here? And… how did I survive that fall?” “If you don’t mind, I’ll take one question at a time, Miss Ambrose,” he replies calmly. I laugh as I turn away and head towards the bathroom. “This is just great. My life is falling apart and now there’s a demon in my bedroom,” I say under my breath as I close the door behind me. I’m startled by my own reflection when I wa
It’s silent. Silent enough to hear it every time our cutlery crashed into our plates, and I can almost hear her chewing. I don’t have much of an appetite, but the sooner we finish the faster we can have the discussion that I came for. She wipes her lips lightly and takes a sip from her glass. I’m relieved to see that her plate is empty. “This is nice,” she remarks with a hint of sarcasm. But it's clear to me that she’s enjoying herself. “Indeed,” I reply with the same tone. “Although skipping the bullshit and telling me why I’m here would make it even better,” I snap. She smiles. “Thank you for being so patient with me, Hazel.” I can’t believe she’s pretending to be such a sweet little angel at a time like this. It’s a joke. It’s a tactic. It’s getting on my nerves. “Let’s talk then. You fired me because you thought I wasn’t good enough for the job. What changed your mind?” I ask. “Nothing. I still don’t think you’re good enough for the job. This is my first and only act of merc
It’s been a week since the incident.I have spent every waking moment holding on to the memory of him because I’m afraid that it will disappear.Pathetic, isn’t it? How all I can think of is him showing up again, even though I’m not ready to sign the agreement. Maybe it’s because I’ve never experienced being protected and saved by a complete stranger before. Someone like him, with a purpose, meeting me at my lowest and offering me redemption. Is it not too good to be true?I rub my face in frustration. A part of me wishes I would forget. Maybe then, I wouldn’t be so conflicted about whether or not I made the right decision pushing him away.‘When you are in dire need of me, I will find you.’Do I not need him anymore? Has he given up on me? If he has, then why can I still remember him?I lift myself off the living room carpet, dragging my feet into the kitchen to get a drink. But all the regular stuff is gone and I don’t want to waste my expensive wines on my emotions, so I decide to
When I wake up, he is by my side.I wonder how long he's been watching me sleep. I sigh. "You're still with me."I would be alone if it wasn't for him.No, I'd probably be dead."Why do you keep saving me?"He doesn't answer. Instead, he asks, "how do you feel?""Like shit. I hate hospitals," I reply sitting up."Your wounds have already been treated. They said you can go home as soon as you regain consciousness," he explains."Right."***"What have you done to her?" Linda whispers after subtly pulling him away from the livingroom.Ive been seated on the carpet staring into thin air for a few minutes now, so I understand her concern."She's been sitting like that since she got back!"She has the wrong person, but I'm too busy pretending not to hear her to interject."I can assure you, I haven't done anything to hurt your boss."I hear a few mo
“Great,” he mutters under his breath. Sitting back, he adjusts his posture to exude enough confidence for the both of us, spreading his legs and resting his hands on his thighs.He's not like any man I've ever had in my company, even though I had very little experience before Edwin. Edwin. I haven't even thought about him since... wow. I have to resist the urge to compare Logan's traits with his, along with his confidence, his intelligence and the kind of security he gives me, because maybe it's unfair to compare a common man to a demon. It takes every bit of effort to rip my eyes away from his body and focus on staying calm like he suggested. The two stop by our table, one of them saying, “Look who we have here.”“And with a pretty lady too,” the other one adds. I cringe inwardly. I may not have the audacity to compare a commom man to a demon just yet, but nothing is going to stop me from comparing these two losers with Logan. It's like he's built different. Because while I dev
It begins to rain and when I glance at her, she’s fast asleep. None of them has ever asked to see my home before, which only confirms my thoughts about her. She’s an odd one, a little naive, and too curious for her own good.I park by the fountain, watching the rain pound on and on. I look over at her, wondering how she’s able to sleep through the growing storm. It’s barely evening time.It takes a while, but her eyelids peel open eventually. She blinks at me with squinted eyes before sitting up quickly and adjusting herself. Then she sighs. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”“I didn’t want to disturb you,” I reply. “Wait here. I’ll go inside and get you an umbrella.”She shakes her head, opening the door and jumping out of the car. I grab the items from the shop and step out just in time to see her react to the nature of my house.She’s frozen in the rain, cool drops hitting her delicate skin and leaving strands of her hair stuck to her face. She smiles, twirling around to take in the gar
“A call from Velvet Magazine, Miss. They want to know if you’ll still do the interview after hearing about recent events,” Linda says to me.I glance over at Logan who is seated on a couch in my study, flipping through their latest edition silently. “Remind me when this was scheduled for,” I reply.“Tomorrow at noon.”I lean back in my chair, resting my arms on the table. Velvet is the biggest publisher in the city and they will want to hear about everything that is going on at Ambrose Corp. from me just to clear out the rumors and predictions from the minor articles and publications online.“There’s one more thing,” Linda adds. “They’re bringing Shannon Ambrose in as well if she takes up the offer.”“What?” I scoff. “Are they trying to get us to rip each other apart?”Short answer, yes. I wonder what idiot is in charge of this. “Don’t respond and ignore them,” I say finally. She nods and leaves.“Either the writers are trying to ruin me completely or Shannon is cooking up another sc
I’m trying my best not to squint as the lights hit me and the camera starts rolling. Shannon sits stiffly beside me as the host scrolls through the questions and even though I feel I might crack under this pressure soon, my expression remains impassive.“Alright, let’s begin.”But the interviewer is cut off by the last person I thought I would see today.“Wait!”I glance around until my eyes land on Mr. Park, who has now crashed the interview. They stop instantly and I can hear a few gasps and whispers as he approaches us.He looks at me saying, “I need to have a word with you.”I’m just as surprised as everyone else, but they don’t need to know that.I stand, following him out as his entourage waits behind. “What a pleasant surprise,” I say sarcastically as soon as we’re alone. But he doesn’t say anything cocky or snarky. Instead he says, “You should take me seriously for once in your life. Don’t do the interview. It’s a bigger set-up than you think.”I frown. “What do you mean? Sh