LOGIN"I only saw him for a minute. Then Dr. Sanders saw Mr. Beck and his fiancé Sam, and he thought they were better company. I tend to agree with him on that," I sigh. I really like Samantha. She's even kept in touch. She's married now and they are also expecting! Seems like everyone is getting their happy ending except for me."So, like I said, you must've made an impression. Maybe he wants you," Naomi shrugs like it's no big deal. "I'm not surprised! You are gorgeous, Fal. He'd be stupid not to notice. And if he's as much of a pig as he seems to be..."I glare at her. I don't need her filling my head with nightmare fuel! Honestly, I don't want anything to do with the man except to have his name on my paycheck! Actually, would it be his name or would it be Blue Horizon? I don't think it matters..."What?!" she asks innocently.I sigh. "The last thing I want to do is make any sort of impression on that man! I'm not going to be a notch on his bedpost!" I grumble, determined to stay as far
Fallon's POVI try not to sniff as I make my way out of class and into the student lounge where Naomi and Chelsea are waiting for me. I've had a long day already, and I just want to find a quiet place to sleep, but I don't have time for that."Hey, how was your first day?" Chelsea asks tiredly. She's been working non-stop. Not only is she still taking care of Tinsley, and going to school, but she's also working on her coming wedding taking place in December. But she's glowing. I've never seen her happier than she is now."Well, let's just say, the moment I find a dishwashing job available, I'm taking it," I mumble. "I don't want to go back there ever again. But I can't quit yet. I need to give it a week at least. Just enough to make it worth everything I've been through."A one-day paycheck would be incredibly insulting. It would be the words shortest job in history. And Dad would steal it the moment I got it and yell at me that it wasn't even close to enough. I can't do that."Really
While I'm a student, working on an Earth Science major (I'm going to be a geologist one day) ... not that there is a lot of money in that, but it's what I want to do... I still need to be able to feed my family.I come to the suite and knock. I don't see a notice on the handle to come back later, so I slide the key card in and the light beeps green and I push the cart through."Let's get this over with," I mumble to myself. Yes, I talk to myself! Don't judge.It takes me exactly 3 seconds to realize my mistake.The naked couple on the couch barely acknowledge me as I freeze... which is not the right move! I know this! In the back of my mind, I should be pulling the damn door open and making a big escape. I need to tell Janice she made a mistake.But I see his eyes and the shock that registers on his face. I know this man. I'm more than a little surprised he recognizes me. He really shouldn't! Not with all of us running around like little ants."Would you like to join us, Princess?" Mr
Fallon's POVI still don't know how I ended up here. I'm pretty sure this was all just some big mistake. But I've tried literally everything else. I've tried fast food, retail, coffee shops... My friend Chelsea was lucky enough to get a nanny gig... that turned into something more.But I'm not lucky like her. And I'm desperate at this point. Desperate people will do anything... Well, almost anything. I refuse to sell myself. I have standards, even in my desperation. And I am desperate. This is my last-ditch effort before... well, I don't know what will happen if I can't get this to work.I met Mr. Le Blanc a few months ago at his big Charity Ball. The man did not seem like the type of employer that would work well with me... which is why I tried everywhere else first. I can still feel the memory of his eyes on me and his suggestion that I come work for him as his maid. (I had hoped that there would be so many maids I'd just blend in. It's the only reason I finally gave in and decided
2 weeks Later...Chelsea sits, sipping on her coffee in the Blue Horizon Cafe with her friends Samantha Beck, Marcie Adams, and Evelyn Sanders. They've decided to meet up for coffee every couple weeks. It's one of her new favorite traditions.Life hasn't necessarily slowed down, but she's gotten to where she can finally breathe and not have to look over her shoulder for random bitches. And she's not the only one who feels like this."So, Marcie? How are things going with you and Ben?" Eve snickers, taking a sip of her herbal tea. "You two are... well, the tension is sizzling!" she smirks waggling her eyebrows at her friend.Marcie snorts. "You mean the asshole who thinks the world should fall down at his feet and worship him?" she teases. "I've got him right where I want him! Begging for mercy!" she cackles.And the table breaks up in laughter. The atmosphere is calm and happy. Everything seems to have calmed down in the last few weeks. Everyone seems to be settled."How is school goi
I chuckle as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down to her. I lean down, careful not to put too much pressure on her, but I want to be close to her right now. I want to feel her heat and know she's real and not an illusion."God, Chels. I missed you! I was so worried," I mumble against her lips, refusing to release them just yet. "I thought I'd never see you again..."She moans, opening those sweet lips for me and my dick twitches. "I knew you would come for me! I knew you wouldn't let that bitch win," she moans into my mouth.I'm gonna have to stop for a minute or I'll never get this done. Right now, I want to rip my tee shirt from her body and sink deep inside her, filling her with pleasure. And I plan to. Just not yet...I pull back and beam down at my sleepy girl. She's so fucking adorable right now!"As much as I love where this is heading, I need to do something first," I smirk.She blinks those amazing silver eyes up at me in question. "What's going on?" she asks s
Luke's POVThe second I marched through the operating room doors and saw Eve's broken body on the table I fucking froze. My sunshine, laid in front of me, on my fucking table. When the hell did this happen?Could fate really be so cruel as this? To take her away from me like this, before I even had
I can feel hands on my body. I think they are checking for a pulse? Or maybe just trying to get me to respond... but I'm too fucking tired... I wonder if I'm in shock."Miss, are you okay?" I can hear a mumbled voice. I hear the urgency. They want me to respond.I try to answer but all that comes ou
I sit down and look at the stack of paperwork piled up at my desk. I've been letting it grow for the past few weeks, too busy with every other damn thing I've been worried about. But tonight, it seems like this is what I will spend my hours alone doing.Well, I guess this will have to suffice as my
“That’s right, sweetheart. Come back to me,” I demanded. What I wanted to do was fucking kiss her awake then demand why the hell she almost left me! I still need to talk to her about that damn letter I refuse to acknowledge, too.I swear she was trying to kill me tonight. I'm not sure she wouldn't







