I paced the hallway of the outside the emergency ward, the tip of my forefinger in my mouth. I didn't know how I did not notice that something was wrong, that my dad was sick or something. He never told me, not even once. To be fair, even I hadn't contacted him the entire time I was married. Jameson watched me pace from where he was seated, worry in his eyes. “Charlotte", he eventually said. “Sit down". I have him a disbelieving look. “You haven't had a good sleep for almost two days". It was a lot more than that. “Do you want to be rushed into the emergency ward too?" I rolled my eyes and kept walking. “Is he okay?" I spun around. What was Tatiana doing here? Her eyes were wide with fear, and she looked like she'd run her hands through her hair multiple times. I did not feel pity for her, it was most likely because of her antics dad was in there. I wanted to ask her why she was there, but dad was her dad too. “How did you know?" I asked instead.
JAMESON'S POV My board of directors were trusted men I'd grown up with and trusted with my life. Most of them were married, but did not live their lives by the whims of their women. We all married because the women were of a great advantage. Already two of them were divorced and had remarried. Well, six of us minus one, who'd suddenly become a sissy two years before, when he met a pretty aurburn haired thing he wouldn't stop talking about. He eventually married her, and he'd been green since then. He was effective though, a beast at the business. Personally, that was my only reason for tolerating him, I had no respect for men who let women control them. Women were meant to be controlled. I noticed the empty seat as soon as I sat down in the board room. “Where's Nat?" I asked, already guessing the answer. “Probably half across the world with his new escapade". Sam replied, chuckling. As I guessed. I shook my head, irritated. Nathaniel Samons was was the one man that
CHARLOTTE'S POV “Fuck off, asswipe" Jenn snapped. Brandon studied her lazily. “Jennifer Miles". He grinned at me. “Reconnecting with old memories, I see". I said nothing. “You're lucky I wasn't here when you did all that shit to her. I've always known you'd break her. You cannot get away with this, you know". She seethed. I wanted to tell her to drop it. He wasn't going to get away with it, I was sure of that. There was no use exchanging words with him. “I've been reminded". Brandon stared at me with a sly smile. “It appears my darling Charlotte has got some tricks up her sleeves". His smile widened to a mad grin. I tried to keep the shock from my face. Had he somehow gotten wind of our plans? It couldn't be. It's not like I knew the whole plan, and I planned to remedy that. But I was almost sure no one else apart from my dad and Jameson knew what we were about to do. So how did he know? What was he talking about? “Cat got your tongue?" There was lau
BRANDON'S POV My brain was too slow to process the information. “Murdered? What do you mean, murdered?" “Fuck you man". Kareem ended the call. My hands fell to my sides. What was going on? My phone rang again and I picked the call automatically, raising it to my ear. “Is your brain set on straight now?" Kareem asked. “Nat's dead?" I asked. “Yeah man. Murdered. The press is all over everything already. There's no covering it up. It looks fucking staged". “Staged?" I repeated, my brain slowly catching up. “Whoever did this wanted the whole world to know. Press got an anonymous tip". He cursed. I dropped heavily into my chair. “Fuck". “His sister's lost it already. Man". “Staged, you said?" I could not take my eyes away from the black envelope. “That's what it looks like". He said, weary.Strike one, the message had said. But what did Nat have to do with what I did or did not do? I knew Charlotte, she couldn't hurt a fly. It couldn
CHARLOTTE'S POV It was a little difficult to forget Jenn's grilling about Jameson. As I sat in the lounge he'd asked us to meet, I kept reminding myself over and over to be natural with him. It wasn't that he's wasn't a good catch; he was, I just wasn't ready for...that. I might never be. I watched him lock his car from a window. He did things so perfectly, it was almost like he had a personal relationship with the objects. When he drank water he never slammed the cup on any surface, he never jangled keys or made too much noise. He parked his car after thoroughly studying the other cars. He was never careless. It was a big surprise really, for someone who spent the greater part of his high school days making the lives of other kids miserable. I smiled when he sat beside me. “Hi. Good news?" “Well, these are happy times". He smiled back. He was talking about my father, who'd been discharged the previous day, without any complications. All he'd been advised to do
JAMESON'S POV “I don't understand what's going on, mom". I pulled at my tie dejectedly. “It seems like the universe is suddenly against me" I have up on the tie, slumping. I was tired. Tired of everything. My mother stared at me. “The universe is not against you, boy. You'll be all right". She rose and loosened the tie herself. I sighed when it was successfully over my head. It was strangling. “I don't know. First I lost Nat. Now something I'd closed so perfectly is...I just don't know. Who would try to crash our work?" I followed my mother to the kitchen and took a seat at the table. My mom said nothing for a moment, concentrated on pouring a glass of milk. She placed it front of me, giving me a look. “You know there are people who'd want to sabotage your work. It's not possible that there aren't". I groaned. “But you're stronger than them all". She nodded at me to drink, and I obeyed. “You've worked very hard for this", she continued, “And the son I've traine
CHARLOTTE'S POV My breath caught in my throat as he leaned in. I didn't know why I said what I said. I was probably starved of attention and my body spoke for me. I was frozen as he moved closer, my broken mind screaming at me to stop it. He stopped just shy of our lips touching. I almost whined. “We should see about that movie". He whispered, his breath ghosting over my lips. What he was really asking was ‘do you really want this?' I did want it, I wanted it badly. But I knew it would be a mistake. “Yeah, we should. You promised." I whispered back. His gaze dropped to my lips for a see seconds, and then he leaned back. “Bring the ham". He walked out of the kitchen. I sagged, putting my hand over my chest once I could no longer hear his footsteps. My heart was hammering away. I could accept it, I was madly attracted to Jameson. But there was a part of me that wanted more from People, and I did not want to be hurt again. I sighed, fumbling with the pots on
BRANDON'S POV I gave him a dry look, even though I felt slightly uneasy. “And what might those problems be?" “The last one said strike one. Who do you think was struck?” I stared at him. “I don't even want to know what your twisted answer is”. Kareem kept ridiculous thoughts in his head and was too paranoid to be real sometimes. “Nat is dead, you fucker”. He slammed a palm on the table. “And this letter came when you discovered his murder. Or am I wrong?” My breath quickened. “Just because it came after Nat's death does not mean that it has a connection”. I tried to make myself believe it. “Do you believe that, really?” Kareem looked scornful. “Do you?” I said nothing. “You don't”. He said, satisfied. “Unless you're very stupid indeed”. “Charlotte cannot do this though”. I muttered, feeling lost. “You really think so?” Kareem said mockingly. “I warned you”, his voice dropped to a deadly note. “When you divorced the older sister to sleep with th