Even though I couldn’t really think of anything else to do, it seemed a shame to spend the whole day napping. Besides, I knew if I slept now, I wouldn’t be able to fall asleep tonight. Which meant I’d just end up back in the exact same position I was in now. Except this time, I'd be exhausted the next morning too.I vaguely remembered Thomas's book saying Victor liked movies. Didn't that mean there had to be a TV or something around this place? It wasn't much, but at least it would help to break the silence. I forced myself out of bed and started roaming down the halls. Quest for the TV wasn't exactly how I planned to spend my day, but I guess it kept me occupied if nothing else. Most of this was due to the fact that I barely knew where anything was in the mansion. I’d really only been following Mr. Weston around to the same five p

Maybe it was because I’d gotten so used to sleeping next to him or maybe it was because I went to bed early last night, but either way, I woke up very early the next morning. The sun had risen just enough to give some faint light to my room. I thought about trying to sleep for a few more hours, but I knew it was pointless. I was already awake. Might as well get the day started.I sighed and threw off the blankets. I shivered slightly in the cool morning air. The room was silent, empty. Despite this room being smaller than Mr. Weston's, it somehow felt twice as big. The walk to the dresser seemed to take an eternity.As I dug through it, I thought I heard a faint ringing in the distance. I paused. What was that? A phone? Not possible. The only phone in the mansion was the emergency phone, and it only made calls. It didn't receive them. A doorbell? No. In a

I know Victor told me to head downstairs before him, but I was a little surprised he wasn’t already waiting for me by the time I got dressed. After all, he just said he had to clean up, right? How long would that really take? A slight blush filled my cheeks as I thought back to that day I walked in on him in the bath. If that was the case, then he might be a while. The ache between my legs seemed to triple at this thought.I shook away the memory and continued downstairs. Thomas had almost finished his breakfast by then. He smiled and stood as he saw me."Ms. Walton, let me be the first to congratulate you," he said cheerfully."Congratulate me? For what?" 

Jack. How could I have not realized it before? That’s what was at the back of my mind all day. That’s what kept making me feel like I was doing something wrong.I’d gotten so swept up in this relationship with Victor that I never once stopped to think about how Jack might feel about this whole thing. Would he really be okay with this? Me having a relationship with one of his personas? And what exactly was I going to do if he wasn’t? Break up with Victor? I couldn’t do that to him. I couldn’t hurt him like that. More than that,

Thomas waited for us near the entrance. He didn’t even seem surprised to see me holding hands with Victor anymore. I guess he decided to accept that whatever I was doing was working and leave it at that. He smiled and gestured for us to lead the way into the dining room. The table was already filled with food."While the garden is beautiful, I’d suggest being mindful of the time you spend out there. Especially when it’s close to mealtimes. After all, we don't want poor Philip shouting to an empty house," he chuckled.I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. My bad.”Thomas waved off the apology and motioned for us to sit. Dinner between them was just as silent as the other meals, but the heaviness in the air had almost completely disappeared. Now, it was more like they didn’t have anything to say,