Todos os capítulos de Relinquish - His Second Chance : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Sebastian After a further twenty minutes, we were stuck, and at some point, I realised the lights had gone up, and I knew we were in the home stretch to escaping out of here unscathed. Neither of us spoke after my revelation, but that only led to time to think over the horrors of how quickly I spilt my guts. And how quickly I allowed myself to touch the woman I was now seemingly fawning over. Roger was there, opening the lift with a specially designed crowbar on the twenty-first floor; I peeked outside. Looking with relief to find the offices empty as I allowed myself a moment of resignation that perhaps I really and honestly didn't want nor need Cassidy working alongside me. Self-preservation, I think sourly. I've never had to explain that Beth's dead to anyone at work before; after all, they've all worked here alongside me for long enough to know about that particular train wreck time in my life. But things are different under my father. His turnaround of staff is as if

Sebastian"Cassidy," I mutter her name as emotion chokes me. I don't know my up from down to right to left, only the need to ensure she knows I wasn't rolling my eyes at her, moreover reacting to my idiot best friend who isn't helping this situation I found myself thrust into at the deep end. "I'd like to go home," she interrupts my thoughts, making me frown as I realise that I've truly upset her more profoundly than I thought I could."I'm sorry—," I mumble as she stands before me, turning her back to me to open the door, her hand holding onto the handle as if fighting with something inside herself."Look, I don't want to be here as much as it seems you don't want me here. I liked my job and pay over at Tower One. And it was certainly less eventful, but I have my instructions, and I've been made to take a cut and fall back into being a lowly personal assistant.""My father made you take a pay cut to serve as my PA?" I ask, angered. Standing to cage her in, her body heat tantalising

SebastianCassidy isn't impressed that I turn up at her home address without prior permission as I take it upon myself to ensure she attends this dang fucking conference alongside me as my PA.Perhaps I should have accepted her warning, backed off and allowed her to remain stoic and at a far distance from myself, but then again, I always was one for self-sabotage, it seems.She's shocked as she opens the door to her tiny flat, where I stand on the doorstep under the small archway that shelters her door, much like my porch does."Sebast—, Mr King," she greets me with shock, her eyes bulging in her face as her eyes rove down my now jeans and jumper-adorned body.She told me that she wasn't coming, and she refused to entertain it, but this is part and parcel of her job description as my PA, and I'll be damned if I leave her at home. "Have you packed? We need to leave," I admit quickly, looking to the car I've kept running to keep it warm for her. It's raining, you see, chucking it down,

Cassidy Dinner is a tense affair I couldn't care less to be taking part in, but here I am because Sebastian's father deemed it necessary that I play a part in his charade of making Sebastian move on from his wife... his deceased wife.And I'm guessing the lack of room for me is just another of his ruthless decisions. Why am I playing this game?Why am I taking part in the goings on with the King mens games where one man is lording his wads of cash and the other is none the wiser to the quite frankly upsetting behaviour of his father?Well, unfortunately, I'm just a chess piece in their game.One threatened to sack me and make me unemployable if I didn't follow his command. The other does things to me that no other man than my late husband could do. Yet, in the same instance, he's so cold that it upsets me.Of course, I get precisely why he's like that. I've been there myself; I'm still there. Deep in the mix of not knowing what to do with my life after losing Derek to no fault of

Sebastian"You really fucking like her," Josh chuckles whilst watching me follow the girl that's walking away without a damned look back at the table we still sit at.She's leaving before discussing sleeping particulars, and for some reason, I find that not having her here at the table only makes me want to retire to the apartment we call our own for the next few days. "Don't know what the fuck you're talking about," I lie. Knowing full well this is more emotion than I've shown in three years or more years. "Seb, this is good... it's about fucking time.""Don't. Don't fucking say it, Josh.""I will. You've been living in this perpetual state of unknown for years now.""I have a wife," I tell him. Getting a look from the couple, particularly the woman at the next table over.I realise then how that must sound, and for a moment, I hate that I've made it seem like I want the girl who just left our table when I have a wife at home. But the reality is I don't have a wife at home. I haven