Emma stood at the entrance of her apartment, contemplating whether to let her mother in. It had been years since they last saw each other, and the memories of her mother's manipulative behavior haunted her. Yet, there she was, frail and desperate, begging for help."Please, Emma, let me in," her mother pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "I'm cold, haven't eaten since yesterday, and I haven't slept. I'm just asking for help one last time."Emma wasn't cruel, but her mother had ruined her childhood and adolescence, leaving her with lifelong trauma. Why would she help her now?"It will be temporary. At the first sign of trouble, you'll go to a shelter," Emma warned."Thank you," her mother said, wiping her tears.Deep down, Emma knew she would regret offering help to the woman who had used and abused her for years. While she scolded herself, urging to be more determined and tough, a part of her reluctantly agreed, but with conditions.As they entered the apartment, her mother grew i
Max fired the locksmith who had changed the lock on his apartment door. He didn't want any more surprises from Irina while he was away. He didn't want her to find anything suspicious and ruin his revenge. He loosened his tie and walked to his bedroom closet, opened one of the drawers, and carefully rolled up and tucked the tie into a small empty cubicle. He had perfectly arranged several ties by color, and a smile appeared on his lips as he remembered what he had seen in that suite closet in Hawaii. Emma had something similar with him, and that had surprised him because with Irina, everything was chaos—she was messy and undisciplined.Max's phone rang once he stepped out of the shower, and when he realized who it was, he pursed his lips. He sat on the edge of the bed and returned the call. On the second ring, the other person answered."Do you remember that you have a fiancée?" Irina's voice came through the line."I'm sorry, it's been a busy day.," Max replied, letting himself fall b
In the morning, Emma went through her morning routine before heading to work. As she stepped out of her room, she found the living room neatly arranged, with nothing out of place. She was surprised to see that Elaine had made her bed and folded the blankets. The smell of bacon made her hungry, but she denied herself. She had to leave now if she wanted to finish her day on time. She didn't want to be late again like the previous day."Sit down, breakfast is ready," Elaine announced, looking at Emma, who was gathering her laptop bag and purse."I have to go now, you have breakfast," Emma replied, about to cross the room to reach the door when Elaine blocked her path."I did it from the heart, come on, have something in your stomach," Elaine insisted, already dressed except for a few strands of hair escaping her. She didn't allow any room for a reply and pulled Emma's arm to bring her closer to the table. It was set with food, fewer dishes than Max had cooked the previous morning, but it
Max was looking at the latest photos the private investigator had delivered a couple of minutes ago. There were many pictures of Irina and Horacio, and he discovered that Irina was constantly going to a house on the outskirts of the city. Mr. Jones informed him that it was Horacio's family vacation home. He threw the photos onto the surface of his desk and then sighed, letting himself fall back against the chair's backrest."So, that house is where they have their encounters," he confirmed something very obvious. Mr. Jones nodded."I've discreetly spoken to the staff and gathered some information," the investigator paused. "Apparently, they don't leave the room. They say Horacio dismisses them once his fiancée arrives, but occasionally, kitchen staff have been asked to deliver food to the room. One of the maids saw his fiancée naked in the room, and another person saw them having sex in the pool, which resulted in immediate termination."Max's stomach churned. Imagining all that bothe
The stretch of the elevator ride to the underground parking was completely silent. From his spot, Max looked at Emma, who was staring at the elevator doors in front of her. He had noticed how her face had relaxed moments after they had started moving. He really wanted to ask her how she felt, maybe pat her back as a sign of understanding, or even take her right there and make her forget the world for a couple of times.But neither of those things happened once the elevator doors opened. Emma walked out, saying thank you, but without looking at him. Max stood there for a moment, watching her walk away. He gathered the courage and walked after her, just to make sure she was okay to drive.Then Emma stopped next to a pillar marked with a capital letter A in dark blue. Max did the same, and there he was, a couple of meters away from her, silent, waiting for her to turn around and look at him, to demand to know what the hell he was doing following her. But what came next was unexpected."H
The warm grip of Max's hand intensified as they walked towards the men's restroom. He stopped Emma at a certain distance while he entered to check how many people were inside. Upon inspection, he found only two individuals with long hair discussing the upcoming rock concert in the city while washing their hands. When they left, he lightly tapped on the four cubicle doors, but there was no response. Not wanting to take any chances, he peeked over the doors, risking the possibility of someone not answering and finding him sitting there. After confirming that no one was inside, he went back to Emma, who was clearly euphoric and excited about what was to come. They closed the door, and Max made sure that no one would catch them. Being tall, his head could easily be seen. They entered the last stall and hurriedly shut the door."Are you sure you want to do this?" Emma asked, looking at Max's face."Yes, I also want to fulfill that fantasy for myself," he smiled to show that he desired it t
Max continued to smile as he reached his apartment building. He put his hand in his pocket and caressed the lace fabric. He replayed in his mind over and over again what they had done in the restroom cubicle at that bar. It would undoubtedly be a memory to cherish when he couldn't see her anymore. When the elevator doors opened, he already had his routine planned out—shower and then bed. He had sent Emma a text message asking if she had arrived safely, and she promptly replied that she had and hoped he had as well. She sent him a smiling emoji and wished him a good night. He responded that he had just arrived and wished her the same, to which she replied, "Likewise." He noticed that she had put up that wall, but he understood. When he looked up to head to his apartment, he came face to face with Irina. Max stopped in his tracks and widened his eyes. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Müller," she spat with anger. He wanted to tell her the truth, but he held back. "Good evening, Irina. What are y
Hotel Four Seasons, Downtown, New YorkEmma entered the lobby of the hotel nearly ten minutes before the scheduled time with Mr. Bradford. She glanced at her watch and sighed with gratitude for successfully navigating through the heavy traffic in the area."Miss Spencer?" a male voice called out from behind her. She turned to face the person and found a tall, elegant man whose tension was visible on his face. Unintentionally, she estimated that he must be in his fifties. Gray hair didn't conceal his appearance; instead, he seemed proud to carry it."Yes?" Emma smiled. "Are you Mr...?" She couldn't finish her sentence."Bradford, Jack Bradford," he said. Emma wondered why she had imagined it could be him. Then she remembered her uniform with a small logo on the left side and another discreet one on her laptop bag."Pleasure to meet you, Emma Spencer," he offered his hand in greeting, and she returned the gesture."Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked, leading her into a private dining