All Chapters of After Three Years: She Wakes Up: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

[Three and a half months ago–continued]It was Randi. Fucking. Steele.The same bastard who was supposed to be out of the country for the next two weeks was somehow here, in New York, drinking without a care in the world, clinking a celebratory glass of champagne with a gentleman sitting across from him.And on either side of his private booth were two, heavily-armed, heavily-built syndicate men in crisp, black suits. “Hey Randi!” I shouted again as I pushed the prostitute out of my way to march over to the bastard who just cheated me out of one of my best clients. “Look up, motherfucker, I’m talking to you!” The two men on either side of the booth took a big step forward. Randi raised a hand, motioning for them to stand down. The two guards complied, hesitantly, their hands remaining on their hips so that I could see their very large guns resting in holsters. “Miss Davies,” the sleazeball grinned, leaning back, without a care in the world. “I didn’t realize you frequented the Sire

[Three and a half months ago--finale]Taking the phone from his hands, I scrolled up and down to discover that while I had been in the shower, Josh had prepared a contract. It was long, full of clauses, that detailed a potential work relationship between the two of us. As went over it carefully, in a small voice, Josh asked, “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” My lips curved in a small smirk. “You weren’t that rough.” “No,” Josh countered, without even the slightest trace of levity or masculine pride in his voice. “That’s not what I mean.” Looking up, I followed his gaze, which paused as he noted the bruises cuts along my legs and arms from the bar fight. He looked worried, truly worried about me. My heart fluttered. I shook my head, "Are you kidding? What about you? Didn't you say one more bad hit, and you’d never play football again? What were you thinking?”“My arm is fine," he insisted. "The cast is still good, and unlike you, I wasn’t drunk,” he smirked. “I was careful. Mostly,” h

Wearing a crisp, white button-up shirt and slim gray slacks with matching linen jacket that looked far better than off-the-rack, he looked aristocratically elegant in his usually meticulous style. Connor didn’t like disorder, or sloppy appearances, and this morning he seemed especially slick–armor-like, as if preparing for battle. Even his sunkissed-brown hair, which had rested so charmingly around his ears in loose curls yesterday, was tamed into submission. Slicked back with enough hair product to give it a plastic sheen under the overhead lights, it had a wet look that made his hair seem almost black, and his pale gray eyes even more alluring in contrast as they peered at me from around a large coffee mug.I didn’t know it was possible for a man to look both cold and hot at the same time, but somehow he managed it as for a brief moment our gazes connected and he raised a single, judgmental eyebrow. An involuntary shiver rolled through my body from the top of my head to the edge o

[Ariana]The longer that bastard Connor spoke, the angrier I became as the truth of his words hit me like a brick. He had been here the whole…damn…time. Was this a game for him? A sick joke? Why is it that everyone around me feels the need to “take care of me” by lying to my face? Or in his case, kidnapping me and creeping around pretending to be a ghost while I thought I was slowly losing my goddamn mind. I couldn’t be here a moment longer. Rushing to my room, I found my old suitcase in the back of the closet, and began shoving my things inside. “Ariana,” Connor waited just outside my door, like he gave a damn about my boundaries. “Wait, listen to what I have to say.” “No,” I shouted, not bothering to look back as I grabbed my purse, my jacket, and my laptop. “You’re a liar.” Pushing myself past him, I dragged the suitcase out into the hall. Connor, much faster that I am on his two healthy legs, rushed in front of me to block my exit,“I know what I did was wrong,” he admitte

Dr. Johannson’s eyes were soft and apologetic as she stood there, arms crossed, waiting. “What is this about?” I asked, as I nervously twisted my hair back into a rough braid. I looked terrible, but what was I going to do now? It’s not like I could ask them to wait while I left, went home, and changed.“Some new information has just come to light,” she informed me tersely, not wanting to say too much. “I was about to call you, but now that I see you’re here, I think you should wait for them in the conference room. They’ll be here shortly.” I frowned. This wasn’t what I had expected when I came in this morning to deal with Tex. I had planned on coming to the lab later today and checking my own toxicology results against the ones drawn by the rest facility to look for discrepancies that could help me defend my techniques, but yesterday didn’t go exactly as I had planned. Now, it seemed, I had lost the opportunity to do my own research or even check my results. What if I had still bee