Waking up without remembering how I actually fell asleep seems to be the new normal. I moved my head and winced, well…. Add having a headache and a mouth that tastes like ash, not that I’d ever tasted ash anyway.My phone was ringing, was that my phone ringing? Why was it ringing? Where was it? I spied it across the room, next to my closet. I dove for it before the call could end“hello?” gosh, even my voice sounded like shit “Devonne, you have a meeting with…….” “ahhhhhh!!!!”“Devonne, I know you’re about to ask me to clear your schedule, but hear me out first” I paused “go on” I later grumbled, I knew it had to be important though, Sansa had enough sense not to bother me when I didn’t want to be bothered. Its annoying, I’m the boss, no? I shouldn’t be working, but no, the business owners of Cali had decided I had to work to get anything out of them, piece of shit, uptight, tight asses.“………..so that’s basically it…..what do you say? its a pretty good offer, think we should take i

Arriving at my apartment, I was already exhausted, Tanya had a way of draining me without actually trying.The dress that Sansa had picked out was a quite simple and beautiful, it had a note attached, “this was designed by one of your designers at the fashion house” Bridget MatthewsIt was a lilac dress with spaghetti straps, one that clung to my body except for the thigh high slit running up the left leg, and below the dress……I laughed “what do you know? There’s a cloak in here” fur lined and …….a deep purple. I made a quick work of putting it on, curling my hair, I didn’t bother with make-up. At least I’ll look colorful.Stepping out of the limo, I was nearly blinded by camera flashes, at least they had the sense not to shove a mic in my face, because I may have accepted to come for this opening, but it didn’t mean I knew shit about it. That’s how t

I woke up, my head feeling a bit clearer than it had in months, with the way I drank last night, I was pretty certain I was gonna have a major hangover, surprisingly I didn’t. Finally opening my eyes, I started, this wasn’t my room. It looked……..bigger and …….older somehow and then it all came rushing back. I was kidnapped. Feeling my throat close up, I ran for the door, jiggling the handle once, it opened, much to my surprise. Kidnappers don’t leave their kidnappees or hostages I guess? Whatever, they don’t leave them in unlocked rooms. Stepping out into the hallway, I shook my head and arrived at what seemed to be a living room. And there I found Edward, sitting and watching TV. “Edward?” I managed to squeak, my voice sounding more than a bit unsure. Honey colored eyes met mine, “oh goodie, you’re awake” then turned back to the television I tried again, “mind telling me why you kidnapped me?” he chuckled “do you feel kidnapped?” “ what I feel is confused” I snapped, clearly beginnin

I was still fuming when Martha came in rolling a box, not just any box I noted. It was mine, my travelling box. Great, now everyone will think I’d just run off like I always do. I’d never regretted being an impulsive traveller as I was at that very moment. “how?......how’d you get a hold of these?” I blurted. She just gave me a kind smile, “Edward just had them brought in”. Edward huh, I thought ruefully, that debt will definitely be paid when I got out of here, if I ever got out of here. “well did he get my phone as well?” I asked sounding hopeful. She was quiet. “Martha?” “Arian instructed that you not be allowed any access to any gadgets until he orders otherwise”. I scowled, half tempted to march into his room and rip him a new one, but the memory of this morning’s incident kept me rooted where I was seated. My door opened again, revealing another female, no younger than 12, her brown hair so dark it could have been black, and she had these really big blue doe eyes. Eyes that we

I panted as I slipped into an alley, leaning against a building. I dialed a number I knew by heart. Nathan.He answered on first ring. “Nate” “Dev?” My eyes watered at the sound of his voice, I closed them, “Nate, I don’t have much time” I swallowed “can you track this phone?” “Shit, I’m not at home, I don’t have any means to track it” he swore again “Dev, where are you?” “Italy” “shit shit, how? Who? Do you know where exactly you are? I can send a jet…….” he was still talking when the phone was snatched from my hand. Startled, I looked up into very angry Amber eyes. “Devonne” he said, or that’s what I thought he said, it sounded more like a growl. “I can track you anywhere in this world by scent alone, or did you forget that we’re mates?” He cocked his head, seeming to consider something before grabbing my hand and dragging me behind him. He was taking me back, I couldn’t allow it. I struggled with him “let go of me!” But his grip was like a vice and I could do nothing, but I didn’t