Cathy Pace Novels & Stories

“Because I am your brother and I said so.” “Uhm hello, I’m older than you with seconds.” Carl nudged the quiet triplet. “Chase back me up here.” But Chase said what no one was not expecting. Not even Cathy in her wildest dreams. “Cathy is a grown woman, she can do whatever she wants.” Shocked beyond her wildest imagination, Cathy still managed to throw her hands up in the air to celebrate her victory. “Finally, someone with some sense around here. I can do whatever I want.”

There was peace. For once, the future didn’t feel like a guessing game. A soft knock on the door snapped me out of the moment. “Come in.” Cathy walked in, dressed in her usual pencil skirt and neutral blouse, clutching a manila file. “Good afternoon, sir,” she said, walking toward his desk with a professional air. “I need you to sign off on these documents regarding the new Westbridge account.” I nodded, taking the file from her hands. As I began flipping through it, her voice sliced through the quiet.

I couldn’t help but notice She seems different now; even though she is the one hurting and people calling her all sorts of names, she is still bold enough to defend herself, she is not the Padgett, I know, if I could remember Padgett was weak and she cries a lot but this one standing in front of me, is different, she acts like she is made of stone and I hope I won’t have to worry about her anytime soon, I have plans for her but for now, I just hope that she lives with Cameron, will not make my plans failed "Whoa! I just saw that Miss Perfect gave you a taste of her medicine." Cathy said as she walked closer to me. "Oh! That fool, I’ll make her pay badly, if she thinks that, she is going to r

The sparks of the mate bond were gentle and I admire it, it kept us at ease. We waited for a few more people to arrive. Only those close to the one being accepted usually attend the ceremony. Greg and Chloe had followed us out here, as had Nix's family. Bruce, Nix’s brother, and his group too talking to Tiffany. Soren and Cassie are here as well but kept their distance from us, I am sure that the mate bond is kicking their emotions too… I see that Cassie is not yet marked, that explains the distance. Nix was in the midst of those who were waiting. I hoped that their presence would help him stay calm.

Her eyes narrowed and hardened as they fell on Alex wearing jeans, a soft green track top and with her damp hair hastily tied back. ‘Personal Assistant, according to Mrs Mills,’ she said bitterly. ‘I should have expected it to be very personal, Miss—Hill, isn’t it?’ Alex stared at her. Cathy Spencer looked like a different person from the one she’d met in the penthouse foyer. Gone was the fire and the passion, gone also was the gloss. She looked tired and strained. Even her clothes were sombre, a black polo-neck sweater over indigo jeans, a buff trench coat and high-heeled boots. Her river of dark hair—it didn’t seem to possess the life it had had—was clasped at her neck.

She walked towards us and stood at our table. She smiled bashfully and looked quite refreshed from yesterday. Cathy was neither short nor tall; She had an average height of 5'6 inches. Her face shape was between a pear and oval but the forehead was slightly more narrow than the jawline, so it appeared more angular. She was a really pretty woman. "Oh hi, Cathy!" Mike gestured her to join us. She smiled gratefully and took a seat next to me. "So Cathy, It is great to see you again." David leaned forward and winked.

Cathy, Jonathan’s secretary, said via the small speaker laid out on his desk. Cathy was an older woman, in her mid-50s, who has been Jonathan’s secretary for years. Before she was Jonathan’s secretary, she was Regan’s. “Bring him in,” Jonathan ordered. After a few moments, Cathy’s petite image appears at the doorway. Adjusting her glasses, she motioned for the gentlemen, standing nearby, to enter.