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One Step Closer To Ruin

last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-19 18:11:43

ELIAN

Immediately I got home, I called a company that deals with changing locks. Despite the fact it was quite late, I had them change all the locks in the house.

I changed the passwords to my laptops and my phones. I was determined to flush the parasite that was Aiden Knight out of my life for good.

As I crashed into bed after taking the smoothie I made for dinner, his threat came flashing through my mind.

What had I done to draw his attention anyway? Was it the way I had dressed or the way I looked?

That was when something occurred to me. For the Director to have personally directed Aiden to my office, that meant he was someone important.

I grabbed my phone, typing his name into the search box on the internet.

There was little to no information about him except a family picture that had been taken with a younger Aiden scowling at the camera.

My insides tightened with anxiety as I read the information underneath the picture. Apparently, he was the son of Ares Knight, the Chairman of Gerok group of company, who was rumored to be the king of the underworld in New York.

That meant I couldn’t dare say anything against him unless I wanted to get buried and never see day light again.

But that didn’t mean I would cave in to do his…crude biddings. I was going to fight till I can’t anymore.

First, I had to get him off my client list.

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“Good morning, pretty boy” Aiden calls out as soon as he walked into my office, a small smirk on his face as he spread onto the sofa opposite me.

Just like he did the first time.

My knuckles tightened over the notepad in my palm as his smile got bigger.

After I had tried to get him off my patient’s list, I had noticed things in my house finding their place in areas I definitely hadn’t placed them in.

I suspect he had somehow found a way to break into my house again.

“Good morning, Aiden. How are you doing today?” I asked, my voice calm, devoid of the turmoil I was experiencing inwardly.

“Your bed is very soft and comfortable; I laid on it for a couple of hours” he said in reply to my statement.

My brain whirled as I tried to think of when he could have done that. “When did you break into my home?” I questioned, my heart pounding fast.

“I loved the way that black underwear framed your ass last night, you should keep wearing them, I enjoyed the sight last night”

My blood ran cold at the extent at which he was obsessed with me. Fear filled me then, my trembling hands feeling as if it wasn’t for me.

“Don’t space out on me now, baby. Unless you want me to ground you again with a kiss, but trust me, it wouldn’t end with a kiss”

At his mildly covered threat, I found my body obeying him as if he had control over it more than I did.

“I am older than you by the way, you should accord me with respect” I said, my tone shaky but otherwise calm.

He let out a mirthless chuckle as he stood to his feet. I didn’t move an inch from where I sat, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing he affected me.

“I would fuck out that feisty attitude out of you. You have just today to decide or else…” He trailed off, his eyes glinting with wicked glee.

He walked away with a slight press of his thumb against my lips. I watched as he walked out of the office, my body thrumming with fear and arousal all at once.

The next session after that Aiden didn’t show up, causing me to feel disappointed and relieved all at the same time.

The good part about it was that I was in control. It just happened that I had a special case to present to the senior doctors in our department.

“Good morning, the chief psychologist, the head of department and my fellow doctors. Here is a case of…”

I froze at the video playing on my laptop, I swung my gaze towards the projected screen, my brain scrambling with things to say to counter the image when I saw that it was blank.

“Is everything okay, Dr. Moore?” Dr. George asked, a worried expression on his face.

“I…I…uhm…I am fine, excuse me please” I let out shaky as I flew into the bathroom.

I opened the tap at the wash-hand basin with unsteady hands, my breathing harsh and sharp in the quiet space.

I couldn't afford to have an episode now, not with all my coworkers right out the door.

Aiden had played a dirty but powerful trick. This just showed how much power the video he has in his arsenal has to destroy my whole life in the blink of an eye.

Once I was calm again, I stepped out and finished presenting the case.

By the time I got back home, I was too exhausted and mentally drained to try to eat anything.

My phone dinged with a message then, causing me to stiffen as I sat up to see who had messaged me.

Adjusting my glasses properly on the bridge of my nose, I peered at the message on the screen of my phone.

Unknown number: You better freshen up before I get there, I am bringing food for you to eat.

My eyes went wide as I reasoned who it could be that would message me confidently like that.

It was Aiden. My fingers hovered over my screen as I debated whether to reply and block him or just brush him off, calling off his bluff about exposing the video.

Unknown number: Come open the door before I break it open.

I scrambled off my bed, my heart in my mouth as I walked to the entrance.

Immediately I opened the door, I saw him. The one man who seemed hell bent on destroy my whole public image.

“There you are pretty boy, have you decided yet?”

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