Midnight Rendezvous: Enchanted By My Bossy Ex Novels & Stories

There were just a few more things left to prepare before I could advance my investigation into Renda’s pst. It took three days for me to do it, but when I came downstairs, I was feeling triumphant and proud. Renda was seated at the bar eating lunch. I was hungry, but my excitement was threatening to get the better of me. I smiled at her as I passed and tried to be as casual as possible. “We’re going to Midnight tonight. Pack for a week.” I opened the refrigerator to pull out a pre-made plate to heat up. “Armand should be back with a luggage set for you soon.”

EXTRA: Midnight: I should bring Ryder back before it gets too late so she can have her beauty sleep. Ryder: *staying up until 2 am trying to wash the paint off*

However, after suppressing myself for so long, I grew utterly exhausted and decided to travel to relax. I picked out a breezy, sultry miniskirt, as I looked forward to my trip. Unexpectedly, I was starting the trip in a long-distance bus packed with men. They stared at me in silence. Their gazes lingered unabashedly on my half-exposed chest and slender bare legs. The intensity of their stares felt almost tangible, almost like their eyes were touching my skin and stripping me naked before them. My instinct was to get off the bus, but I could not bear giving up on my vacation. So, I steeled myself and found my seat.

ALICE I wished the terrible night would end the second my jerk of a boss said those extremely inappropriate things to me. But it didn't. And why would it? This whole trip was a never-ending hell and we wouldn't be rid of it too soon. Two hours later, I was still awake. It was totally dark. The flashlights were probably downstairs and our phones had no battery, so they were useless. I felt his breath on the back of my neck, and it was a reminder that he was close.

I should keep Ace out of my mind and find someone else. I bumped into someone on my way out of the building. I almost dropped my purse but the man I bumped into caught it quickly. “I’m so sorry sir. Pardon me.” Then, my green eyes met those familiar hazel eyes. “Well if it isn’t Rebellious Raven Snow.” He grinned. “Todd Miller.” I breathed. My ex-boyfriend from secondary school back in Tottenham. One of the reasons why I’m afraid to date anyone. “I heard Mr. Black yelling at you. I’m not too busy right now so let me help you and we can catch up later.” He offered. I did need help so I let him. We both walked out together and I led him to my car.

She has read that book too? Midnight was a character from one of his first books. The book was about a young man, who because of being possessed by demons, would go on a killing spree every midnight, the sight and scent of the blood being the only salvation from the mental and physical pain these demons brought him. That fucker was a total psycho. Jake felt wronged. Why should she call him that? Does Ryder think of him as a psycho? Yet, upon noticing Ryder beaming proudly like a little child, he didn't have the heart to refuse. "Why not."

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

I corrected her. She turned her attention back to him. “Darling, we have that tasting at noon. Don’t be late.” And just like that, she kissed him on the cheek a perfectly practiced gesture and left the room, leaving behind a suffocating cloud of expensive perfume and tension thick enough to cut with a knife. The door clicked shut. For a long, breathless moment, the silence roared between us. I kept my gaze locked on my monitor, pretending to scroll through emails. But of course, he didn’t let me.

Maybe he was trying to win me over. I was ready to be won. The note read, “Meet me at the ballroom balcony at midnight. Come alone.” A secret rendezvous was incredibly romantic. It wasn’t like Nicholas, really, but God, I was so desperate to see him and right all the mistakes I’d made these past several days. I was quickly learning, no matter how much distance I tried to place between us, my heart would never frost over to him. He could thaw me with a look, even across the room, and all the effort I’d made into steeling my heart against him was instantly for not.

Her expression wavered between irritation and something else—unease. Did she really think I’d stay broken forever? That I would never move on? I turned away, lifting my chin as Asher and I stopped near the center of the room. A waiter approached, handing him a champagne glass. Without hesitation, he took it and raised it slightly, drawing the attention of the room. “To new beginnings,” he said, his voice smooth and commanding. The crowd murmured their agreement, lifting their own glasses in return. I followed suit, bringing the rim of the glass to my lips, letting the cool liquid fizz against my tongue.