"I'm sorry for being a jerk," Adam admitted, his voice laced with genuine regret.I started to speak again, wanting to take some of the blame off him, but he held up his hand to stop me."No, let me finish," he insisted, meeting my eyes. "I should have been more understanding and supportive when you came back. I let my anger and fear get the best of me, and I pushed you away when you needed me the most."I listened, my heart aching at his words. It was a side of Adam I hadn't seen in a long time — vulnerability and humility."I didn't give you a chance to explain, to make amends," he continued. Tears welled up in my eyes as I nodded. "I'm so sorry too," I said softly. "I should have communicated better, and I shouldn't have hidden things from you. I want to make things right as well."He reached out and placed a hand on mine. "What you did was brave." "What I did was unethical. It was wrong, but I thought it was the only way. I can't say I regretted it because it prolonged our mothe
ARDEN "Where's Addison?" I asked Adam, noting the furrow in his brow. "The woman said you called for him...shit!" he exclaimed, hastily standing up from his table. My heart raced as I followed Adam's lead, a sense of urgency gripping me. I knew something was wrong when I saw Adam was alone at the table. Adam and I rushed through the corridors of the building. My heart drummed with each step. The air was thick with tension, and the sense of urgency hung heavy in the atmosphere. "Did she say where she was taking Addison?" I asked, my voice tense. Adam shook his head, his worry evident. "No, she just said you were waiting for him." We reached the door of the stockroom, and I pushed it open with a sense of dread. The room was dimly lit, and my eyes quickly scanned the area. It was empty. "Fuck! Fuck!" I cursed under my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I turned to Adam, urgency in my voice. "Describe the woman to me. What did she look like?" I almost growled the question,
Disoriented, he stumbled backward, clutching his head in pain, before ending up on his knees, desperately trying to shake off the dizziness that had overtaken him."Seriously, I'm not gonna say it again. Where. Is. The. Woman?" I growled, my impatience evident in my tone.The man struggled to regain his composure, his eyes darting around the dimly lit warehouse as he desperately tried to gather his thoughts."She's... gone," he finally stammered out, his voice shaky. "Hernandez's men took her. We were just following orders."I clenched my fists in frustration, the anger inside me burning like wildfire. My attention shifted to the woman, and I carefully studied her features. She matched the description Adam had given me."Don't even think about making a move, or I won't hesitate to shoot you," I warned, my voice dripping with ice. I tightened my grip on the woman's hair, causing her to groan in pain. It was time to get some answers.The woman winced as the pressure on her hair increase
The events of that week had left a mark on her, one that I knew she couldn't easily shake. The danger, the fear, and the uncertainty opened her eyes to the dangers that arose from her involvement with Hernandez. Hernandez and his team were given a second opportunity, on the condition that his establishment would not exploit individuals of any gender or age. Rick decided that Hernandez would be a valuable connection and serve as an example to others who may opt for change instead of death."So what should I call you? Ethan or Arden?" she asked, tapping her fingers on my bare chest. I shared everything about myself and answered all her questions."Arden, that is how you know me," I told her. I could see the curiosity in her eyes as she traced her fingers lightly across my chest. Did this woman have any idea that such a simple touch stirred my cock under my sweatpants?"Arden," she repeated."That's the name that holds my true identity. Ethan is just another mask I wear to protect mysel
CARISSAShifting nervously on my feet, I couldn't help but feel the butterflies fluttering inside my stomach as I prepared myself to meet the man himself. The guards at the gate had allowed me in, and now I stood outside his door, feeling anxious. Who wouldn't be nervous? Daxon Cervantes was inside this house! And according to his mother, he wasn't thrilled about welcoming any visitors, and was not at all pleased to welcome me in his house!But the amount of money this job offered was too good to refuse. I was amazed when Mrs. Cervantes deposited half the amount into my account. It was an answered prayer, and once I succeeded in helping her son reclaim his life, she would deposit the remaining balance.But what was the job exactly?Mrs. Cervantes approached me a week ago, saying her son needed someone to watch over him. Babysitting, she called it. Who was she kidding? Her son was the heir to the Cervantes Empire. And me? A babysitter? She might as well hire a hostess for him.However
DAX"Where are we going?" Her round amethyst eyes held a suspicious glint as she got inside the car. I had simply told her to be ready, and she had swiftly changed into jeans and a loose shirt. Her straight caramel-brown hair was unstyled, cascading freely over her shoulders. This woman exuded simplicity, and it didn't sit well with me.Don't compare, Dax. Ignoring her question, I pulled out of the driveway. She crossed her arms, her expression grim, her plump lips set into a thin line. As we drove through the city, her gaze flickered between the passing scenery and me. I could see the questions above her head. Part of me wanted to offer an explanation, but this was her job, wasn't it?"So, do you make it a habit of dragging people into your spontaneous adventures?" she asked, her tone mocking."When she's paid to do it, then yes."She rolled her eyes, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed. "Paid or not, I still deserve to know what I'm getting into."After two weeks of living with thi
CARISSA"Why would you do that?" I shot him a disbelief look. "That photo they snapped as I hopped out of the car earlier makes it look like I'm some kind of accomplice in your breakup drama."My blood was boiling, and I couldn't hide my anger. That photo angle was way too cozy for comfort, and it was messing with his already complicated situation.I let my frustration bubble up. Seriously, what was he thinking? The media and all those folks who had no clue who I was would probably think I had something to do with his epic breakup with his ex. I mean, come on!"You can always go back. Pack your things and go home. End of the story." He said, watching me with a bored look on his face.His dismissive tone fueled my frustration even more. Did he really think he could just brush off the whole thing with a casual "end of the story"?"You know what, Mr. Cervantes?" I shot back at him, however, my tone controlled. "I can't just pack up and go home. And if you think it's the end of the story,
I had initially considered slamming the door shut with a thunderous sound, but I managed to restrain myself and closed it with relative quietness. As I did, I couldn't forget the smug expression on Jade's face when Daxton casually mentioned he had already ordered food for tonight.I left them in the living room and turned back to my room, where I felt a strong urge to stomp my feet in annoyance."They can eat together, preferably after eating each other's faces because that's clearly what the woman wants," I muttered under my breath as I stewed in my irritation.Why are so irritated?asked the woman in my head."Why?" I scoffed aloud as I turned on the water in the tub to make it warm. "I plan to ask him about his whole plan in this messed-up situation he's trying to fabricate."A voice inside my head piped up,"You sure you're not just a tad bit jealous?""Jealous?" I thought with a smirk as I removed all my clothing and searched for the shaving cream. "Why on earth would I be jealous,