“Knock! Knock! Knock!”I groan and lift my head from my desk at the unwelcome interruption.“What?!”“Knock! Knock!”I growl in annoyance and stand to go open the door. I drank far too much last night and the blonde I spent time with this time, is just a blur in my memory. I tug the handle, but the door doesn’t move, I stare at it confused before remembering I locked it.When I finally get the door open it reveals a face I am not prepared to see, Rayne.She stands at the threshold of my office and her presence fills me with warmth the same as always, but the severe expression on her face combined with the fresh bruising has me both confused and angry that someone has put their hands on her.“We need to talk, Sir.”I frown at the aggression in her tone.“Since when do you speak to me like that?”“Since you are losing your mind.”I

I leave the hospital upset and angry at Lance for being so narrow-minded. This is his health we are talking about, his life. He has no idea how stubborn I can really be when I am determined to make something right. The truth is that finding Lance in such a state after previously yelling at him was utterly terrifying for me. As a result of this, while I have been staying with Lance at the hospital my uncle has removed all traces of alcohol from the house. Yesterday, he assured me that he was extremely thorough in the office and what he found shocked everyone.  None of us realised before this, that his alcohol consumption had reached such a point. So, I decided yesterday to reach out to the doctors at the hospital and together we are going to encourage him to sober up. They have assured me that they are intending to refer him to the best rehab clinic for helping people beat alcoholism. So, for now, I will leave him to their care and focus on managi

Sitting there feeling her hands in my hair is utter torture. I have been fighting my body this entire time because her touch stokes a fire in my veins and sends shivers of pleasure through my skin.I have the strong desire to pull her into my arms and keep her there, which I do once she steps in front of me. I feel her body temperature spike and hear her breath hitch at my action, so I know I affect her the same as she affects me. But she is fighting it and reluctantly I let her go as she pulls out of my grasp and takes the towel down.Looking at my reflection I hardly recognise myself and I have to admit she has done a decent job. The blending of the longer hair on top with the shorter sides is so well done I would assume a professional did it if I didn’t know better. I also find myself liking the style she chose more than how I used to have my hair before.“Um, so what do you think?”I look away from my reflection and lock eyes with he

I remain seated on the countertop watching as Lance leaves with Anton and still reeling from what just occurred between us. He is sending such mixed signals that it is leaving my head and heart both torn and confused. At this stage, I am not even sure which choice I would make.I have always stuck to my principles to keep my personal and working relationships somewhat separate. I like being friends with the rest of the staff and I find it makes working much easier. But, if you mix in a relationship, as a couple and it doesn’t work out for whatever reason then interactions after that are bound to become strained and awkward which I have always wanted to avoid at all costs.Add in on top of that the increased strain of dating my boss and the pressure is too much to even bear thinking about. Best to forget it ever happened and avoid falling into the trap of similar situations in the future. With my mind made up I jump down and make my way to my room to get some rest

My anxiety at not knowing what is happening inside the barn, or what condition she is in is suffocating me. The moment I see her exit the building instinct overcomes me and I pull her to me immediately so that I can make sure that she is unharmed.Unfortunately, I am not the only one present that is concerned for her as the rest of the staff are gathered around wanting to see her.“Rayne!”“Rayne!”“Are you okay?”“What happened?”Many voices chorus out around us, and I struggle to reign in my temper as they are distracting me from assessing her myself.“I am fine lads. Please calm down.”“Rayne?”“Yes, Sir?”She faces me with confidence and purpose as she answers me.“Are you sure you are, okay? What happened?”“I went inside to find out why the horses in the stable were agitated. I figured it was s