Mag-log inEmmaThat morning I stand in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in my hands. The events from yesterday, playing in my head like reels.Iva, the new media specialist, was cool to be with until she asked about the tabloid.I just hope she won't join the office gossip and become a thorn in my flesh.Tomorrow is Friday, a weekend, the deadline my mom gave me to leave Knox's house.I shudder at the thought of it.I'm wearing a T-shirt that hangs loosely over me barely reaching my thighs. The soft fabric brushes gently against my skin after a night where I barely slept well. I sip the coffee slowly letting the quiet of the family kitchen settle around me for a few peaceful minutes before everything starts moving for the day.When I turn around my heart nearly jumps out of my chest. Knox is leaning against the door frame watching me with that hungry look in his eyes. He gives me a wink and a smile that makes my pulse race. He stands there shirtless, his broad chest and defined muscles catchi
Monica “Look, just breathe, alright? Calm down and explain the situation,” Gina says over the phone, her voice steady, but I can hear the worry behind it.Gina and I have been close since we decided to team up against Knox.I let out a long, frustrated sigh and sank onto the couch, shaking with anger and anxiety. “A few minutes ago, the police showed up at my door. They said they got an anonymous tip to check me for drugs.”“Shit, did they find anything?” she asks, her tone sharp and concerned.“No!” I nearly scream. Then I slap my temple in frustration.“If they didn’t find anything, then you should just calm down,” she said, trying to sound reassuring, but I can tell she didn't fully understand the weight of it all.She didn’t get it. I wasn’t just dealing with a random check. Now, I was on their radar. I was on a damn watch list, and this visit wouldn’t be the last. I could feel the dread settle deep in my chest.“I wish it was that easy,” I say, my voice tight. “I’m just… I’m ter
MonicaI stand by my window, staring out at the city as the first light of morning begins to spread across the buildings.My cigarette burns between my fingers, the smoke curling lazily into the still air of my apartment. I take a long drag, inhaling deeply, feeling the warmth of the smoke filling my lungs. I exhale slowly, watching it spread against the glass.Anger surges through me, filling my chest like a dark cloud. Anger at Knox, at everything he represents in my life now. Everything I’ve worked for, everything I’ve planned, it all feels like it’s slipping through my fingers, no matter how hard I try to hold it together. I thought I had him, thought I was so close. A few weeks ago, I almost had sex with him. If I’d just gone a little further, if I’d just made him feel enough, I could have trapped him. A pregnancy would have been my ticket. I would have roped him in, made him stay, forced him to be mine again. And then maybe, everything would have fallen into place.But now…
EmmaI smile at Ethan as he jokes about something that happened during his day.I should probably stay away from him, especially with everything going on with Knox, but I can’t seem to resist. I tell myself it's harmless, that we're just friends, that it's not anything more than that.I’ve tried hard to keep things platonic, especially after that… embarrassing day when I woke up naked in his bed. My cheeks burn just thinking about it, how tangled the sheets were around me, the confusion that hit me like a ton of bricks when I realized where I was, and the panic as I scrambled to piece together the night before. I promised myself I’d set clearer boundaries after that, no more getting too close, no more crossing lines. We could keep it friendly. No strings attached.But then Ethan flashes me that smile, the one that always makes everything feel easier, more effortless. And for a moment, it works. His humor, his charm, the way he can make everything feel light, even when life is heavy.
KnoxI sit at my large desk, the thought of being unable to trace the missing funds still bothers me.I have to push it aside for now, to revisit it later. Stacks of files scatter in front of me, each one requiring my full attention. The morning sunlight filters through the blinds. I pick up one folder after another, each page filled with numbers, graphs, and documents that demand my focus. I write quick but precise notes in the margins, adjusting plans, and fine tuning ideas. The work itself isn't difficult, but it is mentally demanding. It gives me a sense of control, especially on a day when everything else feels unpredictable.A firm knock interrupts my concentration. I glance up from the paperwork, barely breaking my focus before I call out, “Come in.”The door opens smoothly, and a young woman steps into the room. She's tall and carries herself with confidence.I can tell immediately that she's a professional, well dressed in business attire that fits the environment perfe
EmmaI let out a long, weary sigh as soon as Knox step out of my room. The soft click of the door closing feels like it’s echoing in the silence that fills the space, making everything feel strangely empty and heavy. It’s like his absence pulls all the air out of the room.I move slowly to my bed, my body feeling like it's carrying a thousand pounds. I fall onto the mattress, burying my face in the pillow. The exhaustion isn’t from my job. No, it’s this constant, gnawing frustration deep inside me. This unshakable feeling of hitting a dead end in my personal search, one that’s leaving me breathless. My chest feels tight, like something heavy is pressing down, making each breath feel harder than the last.I remember when I was in high school, asking my mom about my dad. I asked her so many times over the years, but every time she shut me down. She’d either change the subject or walk away without a word. Maybe one day, I’ll find him and understand why he was never part of my life.
KnoxPacing the length of the lobby like a caged lion. Struggling to make a decision. I catch the receptionist staring at me like I've gone crazy. After a tense silence from my end, I let out a deep sign. “Fine. I'll proceed with the meeting.” Then I end the call.I return to the desk, fixing a h
EmmaA wave of uneasiness sweeps over me. I don't think I can do this. I still remembered what happened a few weeks ago, how I was attacked while returning from work in the night.Memories of what happened send chills down my spine. The dreadful feeling of being helpless and in danger is not someth
GinaMy hands tremble as I dial his number for the upteeth time. My heart tightens in panic as it rings continuously without a response.The last time I saw him, he told me he will be attending a meeting. At the close of work, I went back to his office to check on him but he was not there.What is
KnoxFor a moment we remain like that with my arms wrapping around her. Our breath mingles and the mesmerizing scent of her perfume invades my senses.I try so hard to keep my hand on her shoulder but it seems it has a mind of its own.My hand glides down her back smoothly and then rest on her hips







