Se connecterI'm nervous. I don't want to put her in more danger. I want to wrap my Princess in bubble wrap and hide her away from all the evil villains out there. But that is not practical. She still has her own life, and hopefully soon she'll realize I belong in that life with her.The only good thing about the whole damn day is that Victoria was escorted off my property in front to the whole staff. Now I'm hoping they will think twice before messing around with my Princess!A sudden shattering of glass breaks me out of my anger. Cracks like fine spider silk form sharp patterns across my window starting from a central hole. Where did that come from?It takes me a full two seconds to register the stinging on my arm, then the blood seeping through my sleeve. I cover my arm, only to pull my hand back to find it sticky... and red.I blink at the sight. I think I'm in shock!What the hell just happened?I stumble into my chair and hit the red security button on the desk with a shaky hand. The simple
Tate's POVI get up and pace my office. I'm agitated right now, but nothing seems to be helping. I think I need to take a vacation. I don't think I've allowed myself a break in work in 4 whole years. It was all about keeping up with my hotels. It's starting to wear me down.The whole day has been nothing but frustration after frustration! First off, I didn't get to feed my little Princess like I did yesterday. I really liked our time together, but instead of coming to the cafe and letting me take care of her, she just went straight to Janice and got to work!Maybe she didn't want to seem like she was taking advantage of me or something like that. I hate that. She wasn't taking advantage of me when I offered.I hope that means she actually did eat something and not just worked through the hunger... The thought makes me sick. My poor little Princess is going to waste away pretty soon, and I refuse to let that happen!I smirk as I remember she called me by my name. I'll take the small vi
I mentally note that Victoria is now causing more of a scene and screaming at me to give her a chance."I'm on my way!" He assures me, and I hang up.I sigh in frustration as she's still wrapped around my legs like a koala. And while koalas are cute and fluffy, Victoria is not. I want to kick her away, but I'm not an abusive man. My mother raised me better than that.Thirty seconds later the elevator dings and I sigh in relief as Mike and John rush out and charge right to the woman literally throwing herself at me."Thanks boys. Make sure she doesn't come back," I mumble before taking off in the opposite direction, right to my little Princess.I know she'll be diligently working her tiny little backside off to earn her keep. I'm still thinking I should give her Victoria's old position. I'm sure she would not abuse it the way that woman did.The only issue I have with that is, the other maids will see it as favoritism (because it is) and will revolt and make everything harder for Fallo
Tate's POVI watch in frustration as poor Fallon makes her escape. And how can I blame her right now? I want to escape this very scene too! But she doesn't need to sit around and witness this.I'm worried I've lost her for good now. I want to go chase off after my little Princess, but I have to take care of my mess first. And yes, I admit it freely, this is definitely my mess.I look down at Victoria and see triumph in her eyes. She thinks she's won because she sent Fallon away, making her look like the bad guy. But she's not.If anything, she's the victim, and Victoria is the bad guy. I wonder if everyone else can see it. Would they even care? Or if they are just watching the free entertainment, wishing popcorn would magically appear... Maybe I should charge extra for the show... From Victoria!"I know exactly what you are doing Victoria. You are trying to hurt Fallon because you are a bitch and I fired you for harassment and abuse of another maid," I state loudly enough for the whol
I didn't even realize it was after 10 when Mr. Le Blanc stopped me.My heart does a funny thing in my chest, and I tell it to shut up. But Chelsea's words pop up in my head traitorously, "Chels, maybe he likes you..." I swallow hard. This is a really inconvenient time for those words to echo in my mind."Can I help you, Mr. Le Blanc?" Why did my voice come out too breathy? My heart starts to pound in my chest as I take in his handsome face, and my hands start to sweat. I'm so damn nervous right now!I'm going to deny it to my dying day!Mr. Le Blanc tilts his head, "Chelsea, can you call me Tate?" He asks softly. "I'm not some big, scary monster. I'm just your boss. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you."That damn traitorous heart pounds double time at the thought, but my head catches up faster this time, and I shake my head vigorously. "I can't. It's not appropriate, Mr. Le Blanc," I insist. I need to keep that boundary up..."We'll work on that," he says with an easy smirk."Can I h
Fallon's POVI made sure to stay out well past 11 pm so my father would be asleep by the time I got home. Yes, I was exhausted, but it was worth it. I need a few moments peace, where no one is looking at me, bossing me around, or judging me.I crept into the kitchen and stole Dad's "Beer Money" and hurried back out to my car. Technically, this is my money he's stolen from me and keeps it for himself. And yes, I know exactly where he keeps it. But when he's passed out drunk again, there is nothing he can do about it.I made it to the tiny 24-hour convenience store around the corner and bought a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter. If nothing else, I can just eat the peanut butter out of the jar. That's better than nothing, right?By the time I come home I'm exhausted. I hide my food stash beneath my bed. I have nowhere else to put it. I stuff a few old books under my bed to hide the evidence. Too bad I don't have a cat. He would guard it for me.And then I crash. I have no more st
I huff and turn around when I reach the wall and head back to the kitchen. "Just because he can be charming for one lunch doesn't mean he's changed!" What does it matter if he's changed or not? If he is giving me a job, I should be grateful! And maybe I am grateful, but I don't want to be hurt agai
Ares POVDammit! I knew this was a bad idea, but the moment I saw James flirting with MY Sammy I flipped! I completely saw red and I didn't think of the consequences. I just acted impulsively and now I'm paying for it. And I hate myself! Why the hell do I always do this? Why can't I think before I a
"Well... I wanted to break out on my own..." I shrugged my shoulders. There is no way I'm telling him he ran me out of state. Would he even care if I told him the truth? And what would he say to that? 'Oh, I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't mean to to make your life a living hell.' Yeah, that's what I though
Sam's POVI've been pacing my room since 4 this morning. Around 5:30 I decided to take a shower. Finally at 6 I started to worry about what the hell I'm supposed to wear for work. Nothing I have seems to be good enough for Beck Technology. Most of these clothes were used in college. I don't have an







