I flinch, my heart hammering in my chest, but it is not because I am scared. Not even close. It is due to how he just spoke.How can someone pack so much command in one single word? In the simple way he says my name? And is it creepy that I want him to keep talking to me in that tone?For that reason alone, I contemplate disobeying him just to hear it again. But at the same time, I can not ignore the warning, the severity of it.So I slowly meet his gaze, and I wish I hadn’t, because he releases my elbow and I feel like I am drowning in nonexistent water.“Do you honestly believe that I chose to do this just to be there for you or because I am a knight in shining armor? I am not, Genevieve. Far from it.”“Then what are you?”“Whatever knights in shining armor fight. And that means there is not one noble, sacrificing bone in my body. The reason I am marrying you is not because I want to protect you or King’s legacy. I am protecting my firm. My own legacy. So the fact that you feel like
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Dan grabs me by the elbow and pulls me back from his nephew. The act is so effortless that I feel like I am floating on air as we leave the scene without another word.Aspen gives me a look that I do not know how to perceive. Is it pity? An apology? But why would she pity me or apologize to me? She’s not the type. She’s a witch.Right, Dad?“Where are we going?” I ask Dan once I am a bit out of my daze. Only a bit, though, because I think those pills I crunched on like candy are starting to take effect.“I’ll drive you home.”“Why?”“Because you are a few minutes away from collapsing.”So he did know about my exhaustion. Yikes. Am I that obvious to everyone else?“I can take a cab. You said you were going back to the firm.”“Since you were late, I rescheduled my morning meetings, so I do not have anything until the afternoon.” He unlocks his car and steps to the driver’s side.I roll my eyes. “Sorry for messing up your morning meetings, husband.”He pauses with his hand on his door’s
DANIELhen my father said that I have a train brain, it had absolutely nothing to do with how much I actually love trains.My train brain does not reverse. Ever. Once it is moving forward, it just keeps going. There are no regrets. No going back and definitely no retracting what I fucking said or did.So now, I have a train life, one that is only focused on getting shit done and moving on to the next thing, then the one after that, and so on. That is how my train brain works.Forward.Outward.Nothing is kept inward. Otherwise, it’ll rot and cause my downfall.Now is no different. The present and the past are only a step for the future. A stop, a station. They are not what I should be focused on and I certainly should not be thinking about her fucking words. The words that she should not have said in that sultry voice that I want to hear say fucked-up things.I do not want safe and boring.That is what started it all. That is what brought us to this moment where she’s staring at me as
GENEVIEVEwo weeks later, I am forced back to reality.I am forced to let go of the hope I held on to so tightly when Dad had his accident. Because the truth is, he’s not waking up and probably will not. The doctor said that the more time he spends in a coma, the slimmer his chances are of coming out of it.And even though I have been visiting him every day, I can feel the gloomy cloud that hovers over his hospital bed. I can tell that my dad is probably not there anymore, no matter how much I talk to him and read to him and everything in between.And that is just been too painful to think about, so I distracted myself with school before the summer break. And cleaning. I do that a lot when I am anxious or stressed. I scrub floors and counters and dishes and the bathroom.In my head, I am scrubbing my mind clean. Does it work? For a while, maybe, but not in the long term. Because the problems far outweigh the solutions. I thought myself strong enough to take it all—let it soak in and t
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“I am not the boss of you yet, considering that you do want to intern for me.”“Not for you,” she says slowly. “For Knox.”“That will not be happening, so it is either with me or you are out of here.”Her lips fall open and she swallows, then clamps them shut before they open again.Knox releases a tsking sound. “Like uncle, like nephew, all you and Sebastian ever do is steal my interns.”“But…I want to intern with Knox,” she says with more conviction.“Then leave.”She purses those lips again, her body getting rigid and her nostrils flaring. She’s clinking her nails against each other, too. Clink. Clink. Clink.“Or follow me.” I turn around, not waiting to see if she follows.She will.Not only did she come over here with one intention, but she’s also not the type who gives up, not even if she has to make compromises.I am the one who’s supposed to push her away, not offer her an internship or even invite her to my office.This is my focus zone, after all, and having her in it will f
GENEVIEVEehave or you will pay.Behave. Or. You. Will. Pay.He can not say things like that and then walk away—or more like kick me out—because I have questions. Lots of them. How am I going to pay? Why? Where? When?So many questions.Like everything when it comes to Dan, I guess. And I do not know why I want to pay, or maybe I do know. Because I am a masochist, in a way, and masochists like pain, especially when it is a result of something we’ve done.I think that is why I kissed him back then, because my masochistic tendencies took hold of me and I couldn’t escape them. And God forbid I tell Dad about them, because what would I say? Dad, I think I have masochistic tendencies toward your friend and I am unable to stop them. Yeah, I would not be able to look him in the eye again.Anyway, because of what Dan said, I am unable to focus on the file. I read a few lines and then I go back to thinking about all the words he said to me.Baby girl.Behave.Pay.Oh, and truly fucked. That on