~RUBY Ethan and Ash rushed to my side immediately. My hands were trembling badly now, and I had turned as white as sheet. "What is it? What is in the goddamn document?" Ash asked, his words cold and impatient. I could not speak so I passed the document to him wordlessly. “These are records of business done in the black market! Human trafficking! Shit! They sell mostly girls!” Ethan exclaimed as he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “That's not even the worst part. It's a modeling agency called Amber. Ring a bell to you?” Ash asked. I gasped as it began to make sense. “Amber Homes,” I muttered. “Hold up, let me look it up on the internet,” Ethan said and I watched as he typed fast on his phone. Then he shook his head dejectedly after a few minutes. “Shit! This is huge!” Ash was now holding his phone too. “There were some complaints about about their dark business. A girl claimed the modeling agency was just a sham to cover up the real thing they did.
~RUBY The explosion shook the ground, and the impact of it had people scrambling for safety. Etham grabbed my wrist and dragged me down to hide under our table. My heart, which never really settled from its earlier pounding started again. We were under the table for a few minutes, when Ash popped his head to glare at us. "Come out. We need to go and check on the Detective. It was his car that exploded," he said as he strode away without waiting for us. Ethan helped me up and we rushed after him. A crowd had gathered around the exploded car and I held my breathe as we made our way through the them. The Detective...rude as he was, was the only key we had to unravelling Ella's whereabouts and I sure as hell wasn't hoping to see his dead, burnt body. We walked hurriedly towards the remains of the smouldering car, taking care not to get too close to the ruin. What if the Detective had gotten into the car by the time it blew up? I shuddered at the thought of the
~RUBY I sobbed as I watched Ella on the drive home. My eyes never left hers and she didn't stir until we got home. Ash carried her into the house, and she stirred as he placed her down on the couch gently. Ella was restless, shifting her body one way and the other as if to find a comfortable spot. She was whimpering, her hands weakly batting away invisible hands. I sat down beside her and shook her awake gently. "Ella. Ella, open your eyes. You're safe now," my voice was laced with tears as I watched my best friend fight an invisible opponent. She gasped at my touch, and opened her eyes, looking around in fear. When she was calmed down enough to focus on my face, she cried out with hope and joy as she hugged me, latching on to me like I was a lifeline. "Ruby. Ruby. Oh my God, Ruby. I thought I wasn't going to see you again. I was scared. I was so afraid," she sobbed and my heart tore into tiny, unrecognisable pieces at the sheer panic in Ella's voice. My eyes f
~RUBY I froze, my gaze pinned on Ella's sleeping form. As if she sensed me looking at her, she opened her eyes. "Ruby. I–I don't want to stay here. Can we go home, please?" She whispered and I nodded, trying so hard to hide the fear and panic from my face. I nodded, and walked outside the hospital room to find my husband. The Detective had left, Ash was leaning against the wall, and Ethan was pacing nervously. "Ella wants to go home. Can you arrange that?" I smiled shakily and Ethan, who was too agitated to notice how slightly I was shaking, nodded and walked away from the hallway. I turned away from Ash, too exhausted to even think of him. I knew I should tell someone about the call, but I didn't want to bring about another conflict into all this chaos. And I didn't even know where to start from. I walked back into the room, and helped Ella to stand. I knew Ethan would deal with the medical authority so we didn't need to worry about them not letting Ella leave.
~ASH I couldn't sleep. My heart was pounding like crazy and I kept thinking about that moment in the terrace. How her lips felt when I kissed her. The small, tiny gasp that echoed in the back of her throat when our lips touched. The way her stiff and rigid body softened towards mine for a moment. The way she leaned in, opening up to me as her restraint crumbled. The way she tasted. Good lord. I know I've kissed her a lot of times during the nights I sneak up on her, but this— this was different. It was tender and sweet and beautiful and— It made my heart race. Sweet baby Jesus! I blushed hard when she left, my racing heart making it hard for me to hear anything else. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to kiss her so bad and I thought about it all night that it made me mad. I should not be thinking about kissing her again, at least not this way. The only time I should kiss her should be when I'm pretending to be her husband and fucking her brains
~ASH Ethan stepped into the pool house, his eyes on his wife. He looked from me to Ruby, to my hand that was still on Ruby's wrist, then back to Ruby's face. I imagined myself in his shoes, coming home from work and seeing my Chlorine allergic brother leaning over the pool and holding my wife's hand whose jaw was wide with surprise. I came to the conclusion the same time he did. He turned a steely gaze on me and I jumped up, dropping Ruby's wrist which suddenly seemed to burn my hand. "No. This is not what you think it is," I said and he raised both eyebrows, turning an accusatory glance on me. Ruby didn't look at me as she walked away, ignoring her husband as she pushed open the glass doors and went in. Ethan turned around as if to call her back but decided against it at the last moment. As soon as she was out of sight, he stormed towards me. "I think it is exactly what I think it was," he was glaring down at me, his gaze hard and cold. I ran my hands through m
~RUBY I watched as he left, without a backwards glance. My body ached deliciously and I was damn sure I would be sore tomorrow, but honestly, I kinda missed that side of Ethan. Which was why I wasn't surprised when he walked out. He always did that whenever he was rough, and the only difference this time was leaving before I was asleep. I yawned as I shifted on the bed, my legs aching from the intense lovemaking. Ella was definitely going to want details tomorrow, judging from my screams earlier. I closed my eyes, trying to sleep, when an alien feeling hit me from nowhere. Guilt. Shame. It suddenly felt as though I did something wrong, and by heart started to pound. The feeling was very similar to what I felt when Ash kissed me, and when I had been a little bit tempted to let him kiss me again at the pool. I sat up. But this time was different, right? I made love to my husband. It was no big deal. There was nothing to be ashamed of, nothing to feel guilty for.
~RUBY Ethan had to be kidding, right? I waited for him to smile, for that confused, strange look to be replaced with a teasing one. I waited for him to tell me that it was a joke, and that he was just messing with me by asking that question when it should have been obvious what we did. What I'm pretty sure we did. What my husband's face was insinuating that we didn't do. It had to be a joke. One I was willing to forgive if he was willing to admit that he was kidding. “Ruby? I just asked a question. What did we do last night?” Damn. Damnit. Damnitdamnitdamnit. Ethan really was asking me what I meant. He looked rough and smelt like he had bee drinking, which meant that he must have come out here to drink after our lovemaking. Hence the forgetfulness. Right. “I don't know why you are so hesitant to talk to me. I remember getting drunk with Ash and falling asleep. My memory doesn't contain any activity with you so do me a solid and talk to me,”