Skyla
It had been two uneventful days in Chicago, yet my encounter with Mr Anderson still played vividly in my mind like a broken tape stuck on repeat.I had thrown myself into helping out at the bakery, taking orders, making deliveries, and also trying out new desserts that we could add to the menu.It was the perfect distraction, the escape that I currently needed to take my mind away from the disaster my life had become in Manhattan. I was currently trying out a new peach cobbler recipe. Flipping through my grandma’s recipe while taking notes.The shrill ring of my phone made me jump with fear.I took a quick glance at the phone, but it was pointless. Almost all my apps and contacts had been deleted. The only contact I had saved was Ed’s, and my mom’s.I had been trolled during the first few days the scandal broke out, numerous strange numbers called just to cuss me out.XAVIER The silence in my office was suffocating. Only the loud persistent ticking of the grandfather clock echoed through the silence of my office like an accusation. My eyes hadn’t left my phone screen in the last ten minutes. No message. No calls. Nothing.It had been four days since I gave Ed the contract. Four agonising slow days of silence, without even a whisper from her end. And that only meant one thing. She hadn’t signed it. At least not yet The glass of scotch in my hand warmed against my palm, but it did little to chase away the cold knot in my chest. I didn’t even want the drink anymore. All I wanted was some clarity. Closure, and maybe even control.Control.That’s what this had always been about, hadn’t it?I ran a hand down my face, my jaw tightening as I leaned back in my chair. The city stretched out beyond the windows in a canvas of light and motion, but I felt empty and lost.I felt dread curl itself in my
SKYLA The contract sat on my nightstand untouched, it’s presence looming over me like a storm cloud. I had been avoiding it for days, the weight of my decision pressing down on me like a vice. Every single day, I kept on telling myself that I needed more time_ more time, for what exactly?More time for myself before whatever this thing with the Andersons pulled me in, before they sucked me into their bleak dark world.But who was I kidding?Signing this contract wasn’t just about a job, it meant surrendering, not just to Xavier’s demands, but to the past. To the pain, the betrayal, and the tangled emotions I had spent years trying to bury. Signing it meant giving Xavier total control over my life again. If I signed this darned contract, I would be tied to Xavier once again. But this time, not as his lover, or the woman he once loved, but his employee, bound by the cold calculating terms of a business deal.But
SKYLAThe chilly air bit at my skin, as I stepped out of the café. The weight of Mr Andersons words pressing down on me like an iron chain.The choices he left me with all the more confusing. Either I stayed far away from his sons, or my mom would pay the price.But the problem here was, I wasn’t in anyway done with his sons, not by a long stretch.They needed to pay for the heartaches they caused me, for the trauma they put me through. The life they made me loose out on.So I was going to make preparations for my mom to be sent to a rehab home, somewhere far from the reach of Mr Anderson.I clutched the gift box that sat snug in my arms, and my fingers trembled against it slightly. My breath came in sharp bursts. Thoughts of what could be inside terrifying.My heart pounded against my rib, the thoughts flickering through my head sickening I needed to move.I needed to think.But just as I took a step forward
SKYLAI trudged slowly towards the café, my body aching with each step. The bell above the door chimed softly, signalling my arrival. The smell of freshly baked pastries, nd roasted coffee wrapped around, temporarily easing the ache in my chest. “Welcome,” The café owner greeted warmly, the smile plastered on his face contagious. His voice carried a certain warmth that made my stomach twist with unease. I forced a small smile, my eyes darting fearfully round the small cosy café. The rustic decor, the wooden tables, and the low amber lightening reminded me too much of the bakery back home. A pang of longing surged through me, but it was quickly replaced by the cold grip of fear.“What would you like to have.” He says in a warm tone, his smile kind, but his gaze lingering too long.“She is with me.”A deep authoritative voice shattered the moment, shattering whatever hopes and bubbles I might have had. My breath hitched,The
Skyla I was currently curled up in Ed’s favourite couch, a bag of chips in hand watching a rerun of my favourite dating show. The events of these past few weeks tugging at the back of my mind, refusing to let go, I needed the perfect distraction. Something to keep me from drowning in my thoughts.But then clearly it wasn’t working.I hated sitting idle without doing anything. Writing had been my life, a chore that I couldn’t do without, but one I loved anyway. It was like my life necessity as much as passion. But now, even that one thing was no longer mine, I had just transferred the last manuscript I was working on to my former publisher. Months of hard work just flushed down the drain.“We need to talk, Sky.” Ed’s voice boomed over the commercial that was playing on the TV as he made his way towards me. Two cups of hot chocolate in hand, which has quickly become our nightly ritual, a small comfort in the midst of a
XavierI was currently cooped up in the backseat of my car, Ed's apartment, just within my line of view.The clustered boxed apartment a far cry from the luxury I left behind a few hours ago, I imagined how cramped it must be with both of them living in the square shaped condo's.My stomach knotted into dread. I had forced them into this_ forced them into a situation where they were both vulnerable.All I had ever wanted was for her to feel the same way I had felt all those years ago. And now that I had executed all my revenge plans, I felt like a piece of shit. That was why I needed to ensure Skyla signed this, I flipped through the paper again, the pastel colour, and the words written on it jumbling my mind, my whole body tingled with exhaustion as I proofread everything. Word for word, page by pageI didn’t want Skyla thinking that I wanted to control her or buy her trust over with money. All I wanted to do was to right some