تسجيل الدخولWhen Jude kissed me the evening the D’Angelo’s first came over, my first instinct was to pull away.But this kiss, on the yacht’s deck ignites something in me. I respond to Jude, kissing him back hungrily. All rationality leaves my mind, with only one thought ringing through. I want more than this kiss.That’s why when he pulls away and rasps. “Let’s go back to my room.”I nod eagerly, and follow Jude back quickly. We move through the lower corridor without speaking.The yacht sways gently beneath us. Thunder begins to rumble in the sky. But I might as well be oblivious to it. Only hearing the sound of my thudding heartbeat. The corridor lights are dimmed for evening and there’s no one around, to see both of us. Jude opens his cabin door and we step inside and he closes it behind us.His room is larger than mine. Everything in his cabin looks like a replica of his room. A wide bed against one wall, and black furniture. The room’s low lighting is low, the sound of the water bea
"I need you to increase the dosage."I look at Brittany, and think of how to reply in a way that won’t offend her. "Increasing the dosage could produce visible symptoms. Surely, he’d go to the hospital and find out."Brittany’s face remains impassive. “The poison isn’t extremely potent. I personally developed it, so I know how it works.She sets her book on the side table with a sigh. "I hired you to follow instructions, Dr. Cecilia. Not to ask me questions."The threat in her voice isn’t hidden. She looks at me with what must be a warning. So I nod, agreeing to her new order.Even though the thought of poisoning Jude any further, feels wrong.Brittany looks at me for a moment longer, then asks. "Or is there another reason you are hesitating?" "No. There is no other reason." I answer hastily, for fear that she’ll see how my emotions have changed. I couldn’t admit to her that I’d begun to care for Jude. Not when I wanted to protect my life. Not when I hadn’t even admitted it to myse
Marianne looks at him. Then she looks at me.I look at Jude.He is not looking at me anymore. He is looking at Marianne, waiting for her to grant him his request. “A therapist...on a couples getaway?” Her face seems to blanch, just thinking about it.“My therapist.” He says. “Ongoing sessions cannot be interrupted. That is a medical consideration.”I almost scoff at the nonsense he’s making up. Marianne seems to be aware, because she begins to protest. “Jude, that is not a medical...”“It is non-negotiable.” He says with finality. Marianne looks at him for a long moment. Then she looks at me again with a frown. Like it’s my fault Jude is putting down this absurd term. I keep my face completely neutral.“Very well.” She says, conceding. “I will have the arrangements updated and sent to you.” She straightens her already straight posture. “You leave Friday morning, whenI look at Jude.“Ongoing sessions being interrupted do not have any medical implications.” I say.“It served its p
Jude’s eyes drop to my hand.He’s staring at the red perfume bottle. “What’s in your hand?” He asks.My fingers close around it immediately, instinct taking over before thought can catch up. “Perfume.” I say without hesitation.I search for a way to change the topic, my eyes looking around the room frantically. “I thought you’d go back to the hospital. You still need some rest.”He doesn’t say anything immediately, but just steps further into the room. He observes my room, eyes causally moving across the space. I hold the bottle even tighter. He moves further into the room and takes a seat on the chair near the window. He does not relax into it. He sits on the edge, his posture straight, his attention still on me.“Let’s have a session.” He says. The word catches me off“Now?” I ask.“You are here. I am here. The room is quiet. There is no better time.”I nod. Taking the opportunity to walk to the small dresser and set the perfume inside it, face away from him, like it is nothin
The question sits in the warm greenhouse air between us.Marianne D’Angelo looks at me patiently expecting me to give an analysis on why Brittany and Jude don’t have a child yet. I take a breath.“Mrs. D’Angelo. I cannot speak to the specifics of Mr. Martinez’s sessions. You understand that.”“I am not asking about the sessions.” She says. “I am asking for your professional opinion. As someone who has spent considerable time observing both of them.”“A child, is not something that can be scheduled into a relationship that is still finding its footing. Pressure in that direction tends to create the opposite of the desired result.” I pass each point across slowly. She is quiet, frowning down at her plants.“The healthiest thing is to allow them to build what they have between themselves first. When two people genuinely find each other, when they find something worth protecting, the rest tends to follow. You cannot force the order of those things without damaging all of them.”I stop t
“I am saying, that my wife is trying to kill me.”When Jude says this, I feel my heart rate pick up. Rationally, I know that Jude isn’t accusing me or connecting his theory to me. But I still break out into a cold sweat.“Why would you think so?” I try to keep the nervousness out of my voice. “Why would your own wife kill you?”I find myself genuinely wanting to know the answer to my second question. Why did Brittany hire me to kill Jude? Why did she want the man she married, dead?“Let’s go.” Jude evades all my questions, walking out of the lobby.I trail behind him, wondering why this job was escalating to such dangerous levels.********When we arrive back ag the manor, Jude assigns two guards to stay by my side. While he goes out, I’m left alone in the house.I pull out my phone and jump into research. Lotus.I type it into the search bar and get what I expect. The flower. Symbolism in Buddhism. A skincare brand. A car company from the seventies that serious men in midlife cris







