All Chapters of GUILTY DEVOTION: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

|Cassie|“I don’t want to go home tonight.”That was all I said. My voice sounded soft, unsure, but enough. My arms were still around his neck, fingers gently brushing against his hair. My tears were drying on his shoulder, but my chest hadn’t stopped trembling. There was still a storm behind my ribs, but at least he was my shelter now.Nicholas didn’t say a word, as if he’d been waiting for that moment. Without a word, he laced his fingers with mine and led me through the office, down the elevator, into the calm quiet of the underground parking lot. He opened the door for me of the office for me, his hand lingering on the small of my back as I stepped out to the hallway. That subtle touch of his sent a ripple through my body.The walk to the elevator was silent but the silence between us wasn’t uncomfortable. The moment was filled with unspoken emotions, worry, and want. We walked into the underground parking, the harsh fluorescent lights doing little to distract us from how exhauste

|Cassie| The scent of breakfast still lingered faintly in the air as I drifted in a deep, blissed-out sleep, curled on Nicholas’s bed, wearing nothing but one of his clean, oversized white shirts after taking my bath for the day. My body ached but I didn’t mind. I could still feel the touch of him on my skin, the effect of his hands, mouth, and the unrelenting way he’d claimed me over and over just hours ago.I didn’t even dream in my sleep, I was too spent for that.The ringing started faintly, then persistently. A vibration across the wooden surface of the nightstand woke me up. I turned to see my phone ringing.I stirred, barely conscious, hand fumbling across the sheet to grab it.It was my mum. My eyes flew open immediately and I jolted upright. My heart launched into a panic sprint as I contemplated whether to pick it or not.I answered before it rang again. My voice was scratchy and sleepy as I held the phone to my ear. “Hello… Mum?”“Cassandra! Where the hell are you?” Her vo

The red heels tapped against the tiled floor like the owner was sounding a warning bell. Cassie stood stiff at her office, her chest rising and falling far too quickly. She managed a professional smile as the woman, tall and striking in a blood-red gown that hugged her curves, looked around the office like she owned it.“Hello, tell Nicholas I’m here,” the woman said, adjusting her sunglasses onto her head.Cassie swallowed, then replied softly, “He’s not in at the moment, ma'am. Would you like to wait or perhaps leave a message?”The woman smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, I’ll wait. It’s not a problem at all.” With that, she barged through the office door like a hurricane in heels without waiting for her direction.Cassie trailed behind her nervously. “Would you prefer tea or coffee while you wait?”“Tea. Make it strong, sweet, and flavored, not the rubbish some of you brew these days.”Cassie kept her expression neutral and walked over to the break corner, quickly boiling

Genevieve’s hotel room door shut behind her as she pushed her load in. Inside, the sunset was giving the room another color as she raised the blinds. She tore off her sunglasses and threw them on the bed with a stern look on her face. She dialed Mike.“Keep watching and tailing him,” she said into the phone. “Every coffee date, every lunch… I want receipts of everything he’s up to.”She looked at the city that was slowly turning dark, her insides filled with fury at the thought of what happened in the office and how Nicholas yelled at her because of Cassie.“He’ll come back to me no matter what. They all come back at the end of the day.”She placed the phone down and slipped into the bathroom, where she washed the stress away.*****The following morning, her eyes opened to the beige color of her hotel room, the early Los Angeles sun slowly penetrating through her room’s curtains. She rose, straightened her crimson blouse and silk skirt, and told herself today was another day to aim c

The morning light slipped through the blinds and landed on my desk like it always did but that day it was too bright for such an early hour.My head was still foggy from last night; I’d barely gotten any sleep. I kept looking for ways to keep things hidden well from my mom so she wouldn’t find out about Nicholas and I, at least not now.How we first met, everything we had done along the line, and the pain we had shared kept playing in my mind like a loop. I sat at my desk in a clean black blazer, hair pulled back neatly, no makeup except some powder and lip balm because I wasn’t just in the mood for any dress-up. Nothing exciting was going on and Nicholas had gone for a meeting at one of our clients’ offices.I got to the office before anyone else that morning, not because I had something urgent to do, but because I wanted to set the tone right for the interns I was managing. I wasn’t going to be that friendly, soft-spoken intern manager anymore because they didn’t deserve such an app