Se connecterLeahAs soon as Matthew opened the door, I collapsed into his arms, finally releasing the hot tears I'd been holding back the entire drive to his apartment.I couldn't think straight. Hadn't been able to since Drew told me Matthew had been suspended because of me."Hey, hey, hey... what's wrong?" Matthew asked, his voice so gentle it made everything worse.He still cared about me. Even after my stupid, reckless actions cost him his job."I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" I sobbed against his chest, holding him tight."Leah..." He wrapped his arms around me, his hand rubbing soothing circles on my back. "It's not your fault. You did what you thought was right.""Matt," I pulled back to look at him, and my voice caught in my throat.His eyes were filled with concern. No anger nor resentment. Just pure, undeserved worry for me.It made me feel a thousand times worse."You have a little daughter, Matt. You can't afford to not have a job!" My voice broke on the last word.He reached up
LeahI froze.Every muscle in my body locked up as I lay sprawled across the table, soaked in wine and surrounded by broken glass.Please, God. Just take me now. Let the floor swallow me whole.I could hear the older man's concerned voice asking if I was okay, but it sounded distant and muffled, drowned out by a high-pitched ringing in my ears that grew louder and louder until it was deafening.Then I felt a hand on my arm, and I jolted upright."Are you hurt anywhere?" the man asked gently, his brow creased with worry."No, no, no, I'm fine," I said quickly, shaking my head so hard I felt dizzy. My hands flew over my arms and torso, checking frantically for any sign of injury or blood."Are you sure?""Yes, yes, sir. I'm fine." I forced myself to meet his eyes, then immediately looked down at his lap. "Oh God, I'm so sorry! I spilled wine on you!"There were dark wet patches on his knees, spreading slowly across the expensive fabric."No, it's fine. Don't worry about it," he said wit
LeahI dropped to the floor.Literally slid down behind the counter like my legs had given out. I had no idea why I did it. My body just... reacted."Uh... Leah?""Yeah?" I squeaked from my hiding spot.I looked up to find all four of them staring down at me with varying degrees of confusion."Are you okay?" one of the guys asked, his brow furrowed."Uh... yeah, yeah!" I scrambled for an excuse, pretending to scan the floor beneath the counter. "I dropped something. My... earring."I let out a shaky breath as they all turned back to their gossip session, though I caught at least one skeptical glance thrown my way.The moment our eyes had met across the lounge, something had flashed through my mind. Two separate images. One was mortifyingly clear: that compromising position from last night with his body pressed against mine and his hand pinning my wrists above my head. Heat flooded my face just thinking about it.What the heck was I thinking?!I felt so incredibly stupid. Where had my
Leah"Leah!"I froze on the spot.Here it comes. The awaited moment. The moment that kept me up all night, staring at the ceiling even when exhaustion begged me to sleep.I would've gone straight to the hotel at daybreak to see if I could make amends, but we weren't allowed in until thirty minutes before our shifts. So I'd waited, torturing myself by replaying the disaster over and over in my head.Throughout my classes this morning, I couldn't concentrate. My head reeled with contingency plans. What alternatives do I have? How soon can I find another job that pays enough to take care of Jason and Grandma, plus tuition?I'd gone to the library after classes to study as usual, but it was futile. I read the same page fifteen times without absorbing a single word. Eventually, I'd dozed off right there at the table, only to wake up way past the start of my shift."Yes, sir," I answered through chattering teeth and a heart that felt like it might beat right out of my chest."What is wrong
Damien"Sir, she has arrived," Jack, my assistant, informed me.I nodded and stood from where I'd been sitting in the reception lounge, straightening my cuffs. Time to deal with the reason I'd arrived ahead of schedule.I walked through the grand entrance just as her car pulled up to the circular drive, a sleek black Mercedes S-Class with tinted windows that screamed ‘wealth’ and ‘power’. The door opened, and out stepped my stepmother in all her calculated glory.She emerged like she was walking a red carpet, dripping in designer everything. A cream suit that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent, oversized sunglasses that covered half her face, handbag dangling from the crook of her arm like a trophy. Everything about her was polished and poisonous.Her assistant scurried over with an iPad clutched to her chest, perching by her side like a nervous bird. The woman's mouth opened and closed rapidly as she rattled off what I assumed was the day's itinerary, while my stepmo
Once Matthew was upon us, he flung his hand, aiming for the stranger's face, but just like before, the man dodged the blow with infuriating ease. In one fluid motion, he pulled himself off of me, reached out and grabbed Matthew's wrist, then twisted it until it was wrenched behind his back.I watched with wild eyes as Matthew groaned in pain and was shoved forward like a rag doll. His men stood frozen in the doorway, mouths agape."What are you guys waiting for?!" I yelled in desperation.And then, God help me, I lunged for the stranger a second time.Why I didn't learn the first time was beyond me. Let's just say I was defending Matthew. Or maybe I'd completely lost my mind. Either seemed equally possible at this point.Just like before, the stranger swiftly turned and pinned me by my shoulders to the wall. His hazel eyes locked onto mine with so much intensity that made my breath hitch."Enough!" he barked, the single word reverberating through the room.That really got me frightened







