All Chapters of The Valiant Trilogy: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Chapter 21: Lunch Date with... a non-jerk?

My cell phone dings, but I don't catch the email before the notification disappears from the screen. Not wanting to unlock my phone I check the company email on my computer in front of me.Bright and early Monday morning a wonderful gentleman from IT staff visited my desk and asked to take my cell phone for an hour. I wasn't going to let him. My cell phone is my life. I wouldn't pass it over like a first child or something. But then he informed me he'd put email on my phone so I could check it easier.I suspect it would also make it easier for Vincent to contact me when he's feeling needy or wants me to show up for work on a weekend with dry cleaning.Now less than thirty minutes later my phone returns the first email.Vincent ValiantSubject: LunchBe ready for a working lunch in fifteen.Vincent ValiantValiant Industries CEOI DON'T HAVE a problem with a working lunch, besides the fact I'll be working during it, but he doesn't give me any more details. Should I bri

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Chapter 22: Seriously? More Woman?

He's so serious in his response I'm forced to take another bite of sub so I don't laugh. Who would have guessed Vincent Valiant doesn't eat jelly?Making as much noise as I can, I open the small bag of chips which came on the tray just to annoy him. He seems like a man who would hate too much noise.From the pinch of his lips, it works. "I've scheduled the moving crew to be at your current place tonight. You and Davis need to leave here by five in order to meet them."At first, I nod in agreement because I'm only half listening. I'm finishing a bite of food before I realize what he's said."I haven't said yes to the apartment yet.""This apartment's location is perfect for you and your roommate. Why wouldn't you say yes? It would be stupid to turn the offer away."I lift a shoulder. Who cares if he's right. I should get to decide myself. Does he plan to strong-arm all his other employees into his fancy apartment building? "We're still looking at places and my ex said we cou

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Chapter 23: Moving Day... I guess

"Holy crap. What is that?" The car jostles over a pothole and I twist in my seat to get a better view of the massive moving truck parked in front of our townhouse. It wider than my home. When Vincent said the movers would be here tonight, I didn't realize he planned to hire a semi-truck. How much stuff does he think we own?"That's your moving truck," Davis says, looking in the rearview mirror like I'm a moron.I sigh and rub a hand over my temple, worried about the headache that started around three o'clock today when Vincent made me hand edit a report that came from accounting. And then he made me do it again since I didn't use a red pen the first time. "I know it's a moving truck, but for whom? Does he plan to move the whole complex?"Davis stops the town car and as usual I get out of the backseat before giving him time to open my door. It's a ridiculous gesture. I'm capable of opening my own door. Right now bigger issues are happening in my life.The door to my townhouse is

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Chapter 24: He's Not My Boyfriend

In front of that are the rails that make up my bed frame and my mattress. We could have moved these items in a small car.Most of the things in our apartment—the furniture, Ashley's bed, and almost all the dishes and pots and pans in the kitchen—belong to Jonathan. We were two broke college students, and he was working a full-time job. At the time it made sense he would buy everything, but now as my entire life doesn't come close to filling up a moving truck, it's sadder than I want to admit to myself or anyone else."I have extra boxes packed in my car." Ashley looks to me as if she wants me to grab them and add them to the semi, but it won't be enough to help the sad situation.One mover who'd taken apart my bed steps forward away from the group. "We can move those boxes to the truck." He smiles and never once looks at me.Does he have a thing for my best friend? Just like Ashley. She's literally moving out of a townhouse with one boyfriend and already has a fresh guy interes

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Chapter 25: Unexpected Visitor

"Ashley?" I call out into the living room, which separates the hallway from our two bedrooms.The only answer I received is a long snore. I retreat to my room, shaking my head. If you asked her, she'd swear up and down she doesn't snore. At one point in the relationship Jonathan even recorded a playback for her the next morning, but Ashley still refuses to admit the bearlike sounds were coming from her. She accused him of stealing audio from the internet.Memories of their argument clench my heart as I remember the pain and anger associated with Jonathan now. None of us will look back at the last two years the same. And what causes someone you thought you knew so well to become a completely different person overnight?Has Jonathan always possessed the capacity to cheat lingering within him or did something recently set him on a different course? Why is he so angry? If I consider the last two times Ashley's been near Jonathan or his new girlfriend, it's ended in violence. I don't

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Chapter 26: Was that a Kiss?

It's not a long walk, six steps or so to my room on the left side of the apartment, and with each one he's right behind me. Good smelling and tall. Damn him.Valiant walks into the bedroom right up to the window, finding his building before he smiles."Vincent, what are you doing here?" I ask again.He turns, his smile bigger. "I like when you say my name. No more of this Mr. Valiant stuff.""Okay," I agree, sure he'll forget this tomorrow morning and yell at me the first time I call him Vincent. I remember the whole Mr. Valiant rule from my first day on the job. It was one of the few instructions I'd been given."I don't know what to do with you," he says, turning back to look through the window. "I keep making choices I can't take back. Each one leads me closer.""Closer to what?" I step to his side and search out the top floor of his building with him."To you, Ms. Marshal, and my impending doom," he says, the last part quieter, almost solemn. Like he's accepted a weir

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Chapter 27: Scaredy Cat

Another day, another dollar, right? Isn't every day about that? Getting ready for work should not be this mind altering. But when your boss almost kisses you in the apartment he owns the night before, going to work on Tuesday morning is terrifying.Will he remember what happened last night? Will he regret it? What would be worse, a man forgetting your first kiss—even if it was only a brush of lips—or him regretting it?"You're up early," I say sticking my head out of the large walk-in closet when Ashley plops down on my bed.She shakes her head, her eyes still half closed as if she crawled off her air mattress less than a minute ago. "I'm exhausted from the last week. I need to get my shit together today.""It's not like you didn't have an excuse." She spent the last week dealing with an abusive boyfriend. I think the world can cut her slack.She lays back on my bed. "The bar exam waits for no one, Kens.""You don't need to study. You've got this," I say pulling a lilac-col

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Chapter 28: Tiffany Who?

"There's a visitor here to see Ms. Marshal. Ashley Dartmouth." The man I know to stand over six-foot-five and be larger than a lumberjack sounds so formal, like he's introducing Ashley to a party."Send her up, Ronald, please." I release my finger from the button and wait for the elevator.Ashley will be super disappointed that the first time she visits me at work Vincent's not here to see her. Or rather her to ogle Vincent. Although, it's for the best. Who knows what he'd say or do if he knew I had a friend on the floor? There'd be "Ms. Marshals" everywhere.The elevator doors take longer than expected to open, but when Ashley walks out, she's wearing a cute white and pink dress that accents her frame. Her hair is curled into adorable spirals that fall at her shoulders. That took at least an hour.One eyebrow pops up as I ask, "What happened to studying?" The bar exam waits for no one crap she was spewing this morning.Ashley hates to be around people in the morning. She's m

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Chapter 29: Everything is Fine

The sun is already shining brightly as I walk out the front door of my apartment building. Living this close to work has its perks, and even though Vincent drives me insane in every possible way it's the first time since I took this job I truly feel as if I can do it. I'll spend the next few weeks fake smiling while he barks orders at me from his office, and then when it's all said and done, I'll take my position in marketing and have only the fantasies of our one shared almost-kiss.It's a great day, and I'm in a great mood. I've got this.My pleasant mood halts when I spot a large black SUV parked in front of my building. It's blocking an entire lane of traffic and doesn't seem to care. I only know one man with the balls big enough to do such a thing. My biggest worries are confirmed when Davis steps out from the driver's side and holds open the back door. I thought he and I had moved past this.There's a scowl on my face as I stop walking next to the vehicle. "Not this again.

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Chapter 30: I Lied

THE FIRST HOUR of the trip we spend in complete silence. It leaves me hyper aware of everything in the small space of the vehicle. Vincent's cologne, a sporty sent that differs from the one he wore the other day. Pleasant, but not my favorite. The way he keeps his legs crossed at his ankles so his papers are level. His steadfast attention to the stack laid out on his thighs. Hell, the way his thigh muscles contract as we go over a bump in the road and he's forced to flex to keep the papers steady. The way his eyes narrow, creating small crow's feet at the corners when he spots an error in the reports before circling it with his bright red pen and leaving remarks in the margins. You can learn lots about a person from the corners of their eyes as you travel on the highway at seventy miles an hour."Would you stop fidgeting?" Vincent asks, with an irritated trill to his voice, drawing me out of a fantasy where he uses his determination and focus in other—non-PG—ways. I put a hand

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