ログインPATRICKHe opened the door before I knocked twice."Patrick." Relief moved over his face, then caution when he saw mine hadn't softened. "You came."I walked past him into the house. "Sit down."He looked at me for a second, then crossed to the couch and sat. I stayed on my feet. I'd spent three days deciding exactly how this was going to go, and I wasn't going to do it from a chair with a drink in my hand like we were two old friends catching up. Not yet."I'm going to say this once," I said. "So listen to me the way you should have listened three months ago. The way you should have listened from the very start."He didn't argue. That told me something. The Sylvester I knew would have argued."You are not going to lose this election, and you are not going to lose this case. " I said, emphasing every word.He remained silent."Two years, Sly. Two years of my life, of Geoffrey's money, every method, every contact, every hour we've poured into taking Castor Rowland apart. It's finally
PATRICKI drove home that night and poured myself a drink I couldn't taste.I blamed the bad taste on the firmentation process, so I switched up, and poured another glass of rum.Different drink, same taste.I pushed it aside. Perhaps, the drinks were not the problem. Something else was responsible for the numb in my throat.I sat in the dark of my kitchen with the glass sweating on the counter and ran it back, over and over, the whole ugly picture of it. Sylvester's shirt off his shoulders. Her skirt shoved up. The two of them tangled together on the desk where we'd forged and drawn plans for the future of a whole city. The files were scattered on the floor like they were nothing. Castor Rowland's wife. Of all the women in this city, his wife!"What the fuck are you thinking, man?" I ran a hand through my hair.I wasn't just angry. I was frustrated, blindsided, angry at myself.Because I'd seen it. Months ago. I'd sat across from him in that office and told him exactly this would
RAINAI was still on the couch when Syvelster came back.I'd pulled myself together as best I could. Skirt down, blouse buttoned, heels strapped.But my hands had been shaking too hard to fix my hair, and I could feel it hanging loose and wrong around my face. The shock of seeing Patrick had melted a while ago. Now, the tears just came, quiet, heavy, sliding down without my say-so, and I let them because I didn't have the strength left to stop them.Sylvester walked in slow. His shirt was buttoned in a crooked way. He'd chased Patrick down in a hurry and came back with a sore look on his face, the one I'd never seen on him before tonight. He always knew what to do in the tense situations. Always knew the next move. Right now he just looked like a man who'd been caught, same as me.He sat down beside me on the couch and didn't say anything at first. He just reached over and took my hand."He saw us," I said, my voice shaking. "Patrick saw us, Sylvester. He saw everything.""I know."
PATRICKI was halfway home when I remembered my laptop.It sat on the corner of my desk where I'd left it, and every file for tomorrow's donor briefing sat on it. I needed all of it by seven in the morning and couldn't wait till tomorrow to get it."Fuck!' I hit the steering wheel, saying a word my mother wouldn't have liked and turned the car around at the next traffic light.It took ten minutes back to drive back to the tower. As I approached, I wondered if Sylvester was still up there, probably still chewing through that brief he never finished.Nah, no need to check on him. I'd just grab my bag and go. Or maybe... I could be a good friend and push him to go home and sleep. Lord knows he needed it. He'd been running himself into the ground for weeks, sharp one minute and somewhere else entirely the next, and I'd put it down to the campaign. The polls, the pressure. That was what I'd summed it up as.I keyed into the garage of the building, rode up the elevator, and stepped out o
SYLVESTERIt was 7:45 p.m. on a Monday evening.It was the start of a new week, yet my head was still in yesterday's fundraiser.I tried to work through the day, to do usual office work, but somehow, my eyes kept darting to the clock on the wall.It was a silent count down.Patrick had left an hour ago. He'd checked on me before leaving, and and I'd pretended to be rounding up my work to leave as well.I hadn't done a single thing today.The brief sat open in front of me. I hadn't read a line of it. My eyes kept going to the door instead, to the dark hallway past it. Listening, waiting.She'd said eight. It was ten to.I got up. Walked to the window. Came back. Straightened a stack of files that didn't need straightening and caught myself doing it, and that was the part that got me. Ten years as an attorney, of standing still in front of judges who wanted me to break and I never for once let them see me lose control.Now I couldn't sit through ten minutes of waiting for a woman.It h
RAINAWe rode home from the fundraiser in silence.Castor spent the whole drive on his phone, thumbing through messages, muttering once or twice about Sylvester having the nerve to show his face. I kept my eyes on the dark road sliding past the window and said nothing. My knuckles still carried the ghost of his lips. My waist still remembered his hand.When we got home, Castor went straight up to his wing without a word to me. I heard his study door close. I stood alone in the entrance hall for a moment, listening to the house settle, then kicked off my heels and carried them down toward the south wing.I couldn't sleep. My mind was too loud, too full of the dance and the office he wanted me to come to tomorrow. After an hour of lying in bed, I gave up and went to the kitchen for a glass of water.The kitchen light was off.But someone was in there.I stopped in the doorway. Maria sat at the kitchen Island in the dark, her back curved, her head bent low over something in her hands. T
RAINAThe next day the hotel checkout was simple.The week has finally come to an end, so did my Honeymoon.I left the suite at ten in the morning, the same way I'd done everything that week. Alone. The bellhop carried my suitcases down to the lobby. The front desk thanked me for staying with them.
RAINAMy fingers wouldn't stop shaking.I stared at Castor's texts on my screen and felt the blood drain completely from my face. The words blurred in front of my eyes. My brain refused to process them fast enough.Tell me the truth. Where the fuck are you? Don't make me come after you!!!The offic
RAINAI barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined what would happen tomorrow. What Sylvester would say. What he would tell me to do.Could I even do it?That last thought scared me more than anything.By morning, I was exhausted and jittery with nerves.Castor left for his o
RAINAWhen morning finally came, the house was quiet.I woke up in severe pain.My face was swollen. When I touched my cheek, it felt hot and puffy. My lip was crusted with dried blood. My wrists ached from where the guards had grabbed me.But the worst pain was inside my chest. A hollow, burning f







