No tears left to cry Pov: Maddison "Are you going to tell me what THAT was about?! Huh?!" My lips trembled, I blinked back my tears and rushed to my kitchen, digging into my drawer for an emergency stash of Advil i kept lying around in easy places to remember. I found the packet and swallowed two tablets, chasing it down with some water and waiting for the drug to do its job. "Maddison I'm talking to you!" He was still screaming at me. I held my head in my hands as it throbbed in pain. I was having a head splitting headache. "Maddison!" He walked into the kitchen, his eyes furious. I sat at the bar stool, cradling my head in my hands. "What?" I asked. "For goodness sake, what is the problem, Will?" It was midnight and throughout the entire dinner, he had been making snide remarks and passive aggressive statements about me, mr Winston and the fact that I was working as a whole. "No, Maddie, don't give me that attitude, you KNOW what you did wrong!" I sighed, exasperated. "No

InfatuatedPov: MaddisonIt was a fifteen minute drive from the private airport to the Vanderbilt Tower. Everyone was already waiting for us by the time Mr Winston stepped out of the Range Rover and held out a hand to help me down too.We were ushered into the building by men in black suits, dark shades and ear devices that I realized were security and taken to the lobby were my colleagues were gathered and sitted."Maddison!" A very familiar voice cried, delighted to have me.Shawn, who looked to be addressing the other employees of Mr Winston was around the other end of the room and walking over to me, his arms outstretched, almost like he wanted a hug.He was in front of me in a few long strides and woah! Turns out that he DID want a hug because he was pulling me forward and into his arms, hugging the life out of me and even lifting me off the ground a bit.I laughed, giving into the hug, my arms going around him in a warm embrace."It's so good to see you again, My Friend!" He exc

To make an entrancePov: MaddisonA knock on my door roused me awake.I stared around in initial confusion at first, realizing that my room was dark and empty and I was alone in bed.I remember falling asleep in Mr Winston's arms, talking about everything that had been bothering me this past few days, getting the mountain off my chest.And he had been so kind and patient, stroking my hair, wiping my tears, rubbing my arms.But all that seemed to be like a distant memory. A fever dream. Something I had imagined or thought up.Because why the hell will my own boss come up here just to comfort me? I definitely dreamt that shit up. I gathered myself, clutched my robe around my chest and walked to the door, pulling in open.Alice stood in front of me in all of her graceful, elegant beauty.She was dressed in the Vanderbilt Tower customized white and gold robe, her hair was in a bonnet and her arms were laddened with designer bags and clothes in clothe bags.There were a few hotel assista

Chapter 38: special requestPov: WinstonI was in a private meeting with a group of other trusted business men, gathered in a conference room, having a conversation with the tech tycoon giant himself.Mr Zachary Vanderbilt.By his sides were his two children. The elegant Allison Sharon Vanderbilt and the asshole Shawn Abel Vanderbilt.Allison... or Alice, as she was usually called, was poised and composed by her father's side, listening attentively to what everyone had to say, even offering her own two cents and imploring to her father on people's behalf once in a while.I could see her becoming the next magnate of Van–Tech and ruling with a graceful hand.Her twin brother on the other hand...I growled lowly at him, unable to hold myself back.Motherfucking asshole.He was lounging in his swivelling chair, appearing nonchalant and disinterested, picking his nails and picking out flint from his clothes, some times, using his phone and appearing like he wasn't paying much attention.Bu

The Vanderbilt shamPov: MaddisonI was still spitting and cursing by the time I reached the door to my room. I searched my pockets for my key card, found it and slid it across the slot and pushed the door open, muttering swear words and choice expletives at a certain grey eyed demon.I crashed into my bed and took up a pillow, screaming into it for a straight one minute."Woah. Who got on your bad side?" A voice chuckled close by.I looked up at Shawn, smiling down gently on me.I wiped an embarrassed arm across my face self–consciously, wiping my tears. "What are you doing here? How did you get in here?""How I got in here, the door was wide open," he pointed to the door, "what I'm doing here..." He shoved his hands in his pockets, appearing bashful. "I was going out with some of my friends later tonight, for a drink at this exclusive night club. I wanted to check in and see if you would like to come with us. You look like you could use a good night out."I looked up apologetically