"You drove yourself from Manhattan?" I asked without being able to prevent it. He glanced at me then back to the street ahead. "No, I'm on a plane. It's Greg's car."Oh."He's in San Francisco ... too?""Yeah, he was ahead of me two days ago." Reply Mr. Shaw looked at me in the rearview mirror. I realized we were headed for the western part of San Francisco, which I knew was a high-rise residential area perched on top of hills and groves. Forest Hill.Fifteen minutes later we arrived at a house, or villa, at the top of Forest Hill. This house is the only building here, the other closest neighbors are a kilometer from here. And like all the other houses we've passed before, this place is extraordinarily …luxurious. Modern architecture represents every inch of this house, dominated by very large glass windows. I imagined how many people and how long it would take to wipe the windows.Mr. Shaw stopped his car in a very large yard. Two other cars parked next to us. One is a black Porsche
One of my hands traced the side of my seat which feels very soft, I'll bet the interior of this car using genuine leather. Mr. Shaw got in next to me and drove his car, it was the first time I saw him driving alone.He was wearing jeans and a black shirt with the band's logo, the jean jacket he had previously worn had been taken off. A beard will grow to cover his jaw. With an appearance like this he doesn't look like an expensive lawyer anymore. Maybe more like a Men's Health magazine cover model?"Gregory ... Have you gone mad?" Alice's voice sounded strange, so I turned back to her. She leaned against the kitchen counter and folded her arms across his chest. "Nicholas will kill you." She muttered under her breath. I looked at them alternately, what are they talking about?"This is none of your business." Gregory replied curtly.Alice shrugged her shoulders with a smile, "You're right." then she tilted her head slightly, "But I can't wait to see the response.""I didn't know He was-
I can't find any pictures of Nicholas with his girlfriends. And of all the photos on the internet, not a single one is smiling. His cold and intimidating face dominates the photos.I glanced at his picture in the latest article about his latest case. He was wearing the same suit when we met at the Shaw&Partner building that night in Manhattan. In the article it was written that he was attending a charity event. His dark brown hair neatly combed back exudes an intimidating aura, his slightly arrogant jawline and cold expression clearly visible on his face as he looks straight into the camera.But that night, when we met in the elevator at the Shaw&Partner building, he looked at me in a way that was different from this photo."Ells?"My hand moves automatically to hide the web I'm opening on my computer. I looked up to see Oliver standing in front of my desk, smiling at me."Are you ready?""What?" I furrowed my brow a little confused."Lunch. You owe me lunch, remember? It's already lu
I looked at Mr. Shaw, who was cutting something, was wearing an apron and was standing with his back to us, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He didn't seem to notice my arrival, or pretended he didn't."There isn't anything" I muttered as I threw my bag on the nearest sofa and then entered the kitchen.Finally He turned to me and a small smile appeared on his face "Miss Heather, I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen?"I folded my arms on my chest. Lana stood next to me smiling broadly again."No, of course not." I muttered while looking at him with a what-are-you-doing here look. He only replied to me by raising one of his eyebrows slightly before returning to his cutting job."Mr. Shaw, all this time I thought you were a very busy person ... " Lana said as she poured me a glass of white wine, her glass was half gone."Actually it's my last day in San Francisco, tomorrow I have to go back to Manhattan. My vacation is over." He turned slightly towards Lana as he spoke. He loo
'Unlucky!" Lana swore for the third time this afternoon. "It's my favorite shirt, damn ketchup." He muttered while wiping his white shirt that was stained with a few drops of tomato sauce with a wet tissue. But what he did instead made the stain even wider, he grumbled in frustration before finally giving up."Do you have time to accompany me to buy a shirt?" He looked at me half frustrated and half pleading. We were in the toilet of an Italian restaurant, today is one of my regular lunch schedules with Lana. I checked my watch briefly then nodded at him, "I still have half an hour."Lana smiled broadly while putting on her black blazer again, the part of the shirt that was stained with sauce was covered by the blazer."Lana, you can hide the stains under your blazer, why buy a new one?" I asked, pointing at his shirt.She rolled her eyes before answering me, "I have a date after work.""And you didn't tell me?" I asked, frowning. I took her small comb and styled my hair a little even
The adrenaline and pain made me stand up faster, but with my room still dark I couldn't see very well. Suddenly he was behind me and grabbed my wet hair roughly before pushing me onto the bed, my sobbing sound could be heard in my room, I didn't even realize I had been crying since earlier.He pinned me down with his body weight, my face buried in my pillow making it hard to breathe."Shut up, you bastard!" the voice whispered loudly in my ear, "I will kill you if you scream again, do you understand?"I tried to nod, I faintly heard the sound of my cellphone falling earlier. He tied my hands with a cable and then turned me around. I tried not to move too much so that my towel wouldn't open even more.Suddenly he walked away and one second later a bright light shone on my room. I looked at him in panic, he was wearing a black mask that covered his entire head. All of his clothes were also black.The man took my cellphone then turned it off, the last voice I heard was Mr. Shaw who screa
'Oh ... good. Give him my regards." I pretended to yawn so Lana could go back quicker and get some rest."I'll see you again very early in the morning. Too bad they won't let me stay." He answered while pulling the corners of his mouth down.I'm a little touched that Lana was thinking of staying with me tonight. "Of course, this is the ICU room, Lana. Maybe after I get transferred to the regular room they'll clear it."She smiled again and kissed my forehead, "See you tomorrow, Ella."'OK, bye." I smiled back at him until he disappeared from behind the door. From the ICU window I could see Lana hugging her father before they walked away. Even though their relationship is not very good, at least Lana still has someone to hug at times like this.I took a deep breath to swallow the disappointment that was clogging my throat. For the first time in years, I felt really, really lonely.Due to the influence of the drug I fell back asleep several times before waking up, then falling back asle
"Shut up you bastard."I opened my eyes in the dark. A masked man's head inches in front of my face whispers the words again, "Shut up you bastard." I wanted to scream, but my voice stopped in my throat. One of his hands groped my leg until it was a few inches above my knee making my stomach turn."Stop ... " my tears came out along with my sobs. "Please, stop." His cold hands moved slowly up, I closed my eyes and then I pushed his body that was pressing on me with all my might.Suddenly he encircled my wrists with his other hand, holding me back from struggling. "Eleanor, open your eyes." I struggled again, this time harder. His hands gripping my wrists tighter, I can almost smell the alcohol from his panting breath ...***"Eleanor!"I looked into a pair of dark blue eyes when they opened, He was very close to me. But I still can't move my hand. "Mr-Mr. Shaw?" My voice sounded shaky, just like my whole body right now. He looked a little angry when he looked at me, then I realized he