"Go?" I repeated a little in disbelief. He asked me to leave?'Or stay with me. Whatever you choose you can't do it halfway. If you decide to leave, I will make sure we never meet again. But if you decide to stay ... " his voice turned deeper, "There is no turning back." for you."You are mine."My heart pounded harder when I heard his last sentence. He sounded really serious when he said that. "What will happen if I stay?" I asked."You are mine." He repeated with a slightly cold intonation. "I will hunt that woman, and will not rest until I have killed her.""You-killed her?""I will kill all who threaten what is mine, Eleanor." he answered seriously. "And if you become mine, I will never let you go again even if you beg me." he said before walking towards the door "I'll give you a week."His voice still rings in my head even after he left the room. I understand the reason behind his cold attitude towards me. He didn't want to influence my decision, or rather ... He didn't want me t
"Are you ready?" he asked, buttoning the number two top button of his shirt. A strange feeling came over me when I saw him. Currently we are in his room, He just put on his shirt while I just put on my dress in his bathroom. We almost seemed like a normal couple, and I really liked this new feeling.I opened the bathroom door wider and stepped out. "I need your little help." I muttered as I turned my body back to him, "My hands can't reach the zipper."For three seconds that seemed very long to me there was no answer from Nicholas, until finally I heard his footsteps approaching from behind me. One of my hands tugs at my hair and tucks it over one side of my shoulder so it doesn't get in the way of the zipper.I hear the sound of his breathing from behind me, my heart beats a little faster as his hand lightly touches my skin. Then slowly, very slowly, Nicholas tugged my dress up. One of his fingers brushed against my skin the whole time he did it. My heart was pounding so uncontrollab
San Francisco has never looked this gloomy before. Or rather, my mood had never been this gloomy before. For the umpteenth time I sighed as I looked out my office window. Being an assistant manager gives me several advantages, one of which is having a private office. Even though it's very small, it's better than sharing a narrow cubicle with other employees.Today is exactly one week after I met Nicholas. Today I should give my answer. I couldn't close my eyes all night and this morning the job Mr. LeBlanc took most of my mind off Nicholas. At least tonight I should call him to tell him my answer. But until now I don't know what to tell him.I can't ask Lana for directions. Lana seemed to be in as much pain as I was, after we got back from Manhattan Lana always changed the subject if I mentioned Gregory Shaw. So far Gregory has not shown his nose again. I didn't know whether to be relieved that he wasn't in contact with Lana anymore, or angry that he made Lana sad. What is clear, this
Greg's apartment, it's weird if I'm the only one calling him Gregory, is as big as Lana's and mine. Several unopened boxes were piled in a corner of the room. I cast my gaze around the room slowly, all the furniture looks like it just came out of an interior design magazine. Although a little messy because he just moved.The dominance of gray and black, as well as stainless steel and granite make this apartment look expensive. I imagine Greg just has to pinpoint one of the designs he wants and a few hours later the apartment is ready. Money makes things easier.How much did they pay Mr. Osbourne to get him to give up his apartment? I pulled the corners of my mouth down at the thought. He couldn't leave his job in Manhattan. Maybe Greg just visits Lana every weekend, maybe this apartment is only temporary ... my gaze drifts to Nicholas standing a few feet in the doorway, one shoulder against the wall next to him, hands in his trouser pockets. And He is watching me.I took a deep breath
I was too tired to walk home today so I took a taxi. What I need the most right now is a glass of warm milk and my bed. I paid for my taxi when it stopped in front of my apartment building and then went inside. Lana should have gone home, maybe she's watching TV with Greg right now. Reaching into my bag for my keys while yawning, I heard a faint laugh from inside the apartment. I closed the apartment door and walked towards the source of the sound in the kitchen.They were sitting at the dining table chatting. Lana, Greg ... and Nick. He turned around when he heard me enter and smiled at me. Nick was wearing a light blue shirt, no tie and no jacket. Her eyes looked at me warmly. "Eleanor."I didn't smile back, I hid the surprise from my face and took the remaining seat next to him. Lana didn't cook tonight, she and Greg ordered chinese food which is now half gone on the table."Hey, there's dimsum! Thanks, Lana. I'm really hungry." I smiled at Lana who was laughing. Greg looked at the
"Nick .. " I called when he just came back to my room. Nick had already changed into his pajama bottoms and Greg's t-shirt. He turned to me, his eyebrows raised slightly inquiringly."Are ... you going to sleep here?" I looked at him and my bed alternated.Nick put his cell phone on the small table next to my bed then turned towards me 'Do you mind?"I shook my head and then shrugged my shoulders. "Greg never lived in his apartment, now you do too. Then why are you renting it?""Greg needs a place for his stuff." Nick sat on my bed, still looking at me. It felt so strange to see him in my room- or in my bed. He looks out of place with my lilac bed cover. Not to mention that my eyes got used to seeing him in his formal suit, seeing him in pajamas and casual t-shirt made me…"Eleanor." he interrupted "Are you going to stand looking at me like that all night or join me?" He pulled up the corner of his mouth slightly to form a smile. His messy brown hair framed his handsome face. I smiled
Adrenaline pumping my heart makes me wake up faster. So is the pain that follows even though right now I can barely feel my legs. My gaze was still fixed on the iron, only inches from my head. Drops of blood fell on my hair and face.Greg's blood.My lips trembled violently as I called his name. But no sound came out of me, no sound inside my head other than a loud buzzing sound. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks quickly, making my vision a little blurry. A drop of viscous liquid fell down my cheek mixed with my tears.Blood belongs to ... Greg.If Greg hadn't thrown himself in front of me, the piece of metal would have pierced my head by now. But Greg gave himself for me, and now he died for me.The pain, trauma and shock left me unable to breathe and slowly my consciousness began to fade.***"Eleanor."My eyes opened quickly, my breath ragged as if I had just run away.Nick. I heard his voice calling my name.The light blue ceiling that I know so well greets my eyes. For a moment I wa
I'm barely breathing.The sound of heavy footsteps was getting closer, I held my cell phone tighter. I wish I could slow my racing heart too."If he finds you ... " Nick's voice sounded almost growl, "Run."I want to answer him, I bit my lips a little hard to prevent it. I want to ask where he is now, I just want to hear his voice speak. Anything to ease the fear that gripped me right now. I pushed my body to the cubic corner, to the darker side. I hid my body under the table so that it was almost invisible. The only way he knows where to hide me is just by checking the cubic on this floor one by one."Alice ... you're in charge of the elevator. I'm going to check the fire escape." Nick's voice, which was slightly panting again, sounded like he was running. A little relief dispelled my fear."El-Ella?"My heart nearly stopped beating when I heard that sound echo across the floor."Ella, I know you're here .. " she repeated again, but the voice sounded scared."Ella, please ... She-She'