บททั้งหมดของ Secrets Behind The Mask: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Grayson staggered through his front door, his mind spinning like a fidget spinner on too much drink and thoughts that would not go away. The revelation from tonight's encounter at The Velvet Room had shaken him to his core. He tossed his keys onto the console table with more force than necessary, the metal clattering against the wood, then they slid across the wood and onto the floor. Well, they could stay there."Fuck," he growled, running a hand through his hair. "FUCK!"After Red had left the club, he had stayed and gotten drunk at the bar. In the end Madam V had arranged a car to take him home. He had found out the driver had been the same one who had taken Red home. Her scent had lingered in the back seat. But the driver had turned down every offer of money to tell him where he had taken Red. Bastard. Everyone was against him.Red was one of his employees. One of his female staff members was the woman he'd been dominating, the woman he couldn't stop thinking about. He was texting

Saturday, October 14th, 10:25 AMHoney awoke with a pounding headache, courtesy of the second bottle of wine she and Lauren had opened after their heart-to-heart. The morning sun streamed through gaps in the curtains, hitting her face with a brightness that was painful. She groaned, rolling onto her side to escape the light.Last night's revelation still felt like a fever dream. Grayson Taylor was Sir. She hadn't looked at her Sir phone at all. It was still at the bottom of her handbag. She needed time to figure out what she was going to do. She was afraid she would be tempted to call him.She reached for her other phone on the nightstand, checking the time. Lauren had left sometime after 2 AM, refusing Honey's offer for her to stay and insisting on calling a car service instead.Wincing at the brightness of her screen, Honey saw three missed calls from her father. Right, she had promised to come for lunch today. He was most likely checking on her and asking if she was staying the nig

Monday, October 16th, 7:15 AMHoney stood in front of her bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection with a mix of determination and dread. Today was the day. No more Joy Smith. No more hiding behind ugly suits and brown wigs.Well, one last time.She'd spent most of Sunday at her father's estate, going over security protocols and discussing the Riley situation. Katherine had confirmed the insurance policy existed, and the police had been notified, though they couldn't do much without concrete evidence of intent. Her father had arranged for someone to "have a conversation" with Riley about the policy, all completely legal, completely terrifying for Riley. Gage Johnson was protecting his daughter.Now she stood in her penthouse bathroom, preparing for the most difficult conversation of her professional life.Her Sir phone sat on the counter, silent. She'd ignored Grayson's messages all weekend. Three texts, one sent Friday and the last two sent on Sunday, each more frustrated than the

Monday, October 16th, 4:00 PMAround 4 PM, Grayson called her into his office. He had been distant all day, speaking to her only when necessary, about work matters. Honey felt his eyes on her whenever they were in the same room, as if he were trying to solve a complex puzzle. The day had been tense; every interaction loaded with unspoken questions. He also seemed to get lost in thought on and off throughout the day.When Honey entered his office, Grayson was standing at the window, hands clasped behind his back. He turned at the sound of the door closing."Take a seat," he said.Honey sat, smoothing her skirt over her knees, grateful she'd worn her normal shapeless outfit today with a long skirt. It was like a shield. She'd discarded the glasses but kept the wig, a small concession to her real identity while maintaining enough distance from Red. She wasn't sure if she would ever share that information with him. Not if she wanted to keep working here. How could she if he found out she w

Tuesday, October 17th, 7:32 PMGrayson sat across from Nate at The Capital Grille, the same corner booth they'd occupied last week. The restaurant felt comforting, but tonight everything seemed to grate on his nerves. How could he tell Red if she didn't even speak to him?"You look like hell," Nate observed, setting down his scotch."Thanks." Grayson's voice was flat. "After Morgan dropped her little bomb, I haven't been sleeping well.""I'm sorry, mate." Nate leaned back. "Is that the reason she has been trying to get hold of you?""I'm not sure, I didn't ask… I was focused on the fact a woman with the morals of an alley cat could be carrying my child." Grayson's jaw clenched. "I requested a paternity test.""Good call." Nate signaled for another round. "Timeline work out?""Barely. She claims six weeks, which would put conception right before I went away to Dallas." Grayson ran a hand through his hair."You think she's lying?""I think Morgan does whatever serves Morgan." The bitter