EVERETT The harsh light from the open window of my living room streams directly on my face. Putting a hand over my face to block the sunlight, I wake up with a pounding as if heavy metal rock music is chorusing in my head. I prop myself on my elbows and rub a finger under my eyelids. With the back of my hand, I get rid of last night's mascara gunk from the corner of my eyes. I sit up, stretching my arms and yawning big. Then all the events from last night hit me at once, and my heart immediately shatters into several tiny pieces. I run a hand over my face in disbelief. Did all those things actually happen? Why does it hurt so much? Is this my life now since it certainly feels like a dream? Gosh, I can't believe this is happening to me. My boyfriend is in bed with my best friend. Why I am a part of a telenovela episode? Then, my eyes fall on the wall clock, and I almost yell. I'm fifteen minutes late to work. I scramble for the washroom to get a quick shower. I pull out a basi
WAYLONWhen I wake up in the morning, all those things that happened last night with Ms Fischer come back to me. I twist in my bed, running a hand through my hair.Why did I have to do that?Couldn't I have just left her alone?What was I thinking?I lay on my stomach, wondering if what I did was right or wrong. I can sometimes be really selfish since I can temporarily forget how my actions affect the other person, but the guilt always comes back to me.Then another thought crosses my mind.How is she doing right now?I slap my face with my bare hands as I slide my body off to the edge of my hard mattress. My feet hit the ground when Rosa enters my room with my morning tea without knocking on my bedroom door."Are you still sleeping?" She sets the tea tray on the coffee table on the left side of my room. "Did you get drunk again last night, Way?" Rosa gives me a death stare while she puts a hand on her hip. "It's about time you get married and take some responsibility in your life. Yo
EVERETTI sit on the toilet seat, having second thoughts about what I ate last night for my stomach to hurt this badly. Then I remember I drank a lot on an empty stomach. The rest of the night--after I saw my boyfriend hooking up with my best friend--comes back to me at lightning speed. I press a hand against my tummy, willing the physical pain to fade away along with the emotional pain thrashing around the walls of my heart.My stomach growls loudly, but nothing comes out. I put my face in my hands as sweat beads line the entirety of my hairline. God, did I really do all of that?I forced myself on Mr Waylon fucking Thorne, and he let me?I know I can be a drunken nuisance to be around when I get that drunk, but what in the love of all things good and holy?Why did I have to want him last night?How am I supposed to face him now?Then, my mind skips to the part where he put me in a cab, and before he put me inside it, he held my hands in his and spoke some words. Those words stab me
EVERETT"Let's draw a line between our professional and private lives." I thin my lips, offering him a sad smile. I clear my throat as I find my words again. "Work is work. As you said last night, we shouldn't cross those lines. And we are at work right now, Waylon." Then I run a hand over my cheeks. "So you should keep your hands off me, Mr Thorne."Waylon peers at me longingly as his mouth quivers at the end of my sentence. I know he won't say anything anymore now that I have put him on the spot. He would be too embarrassed to say anything, considering his giant ego that I had heard about making the rounds around the office when he took over the management.Before Waylon can defend himself, a woman interrupts us, standing on the threshold of his office with one of her hands resting against her chest. Her face is a bit unclear from the harsh light that bounces right over her features at the entrance of the spacious working space."Is this how you work, Wayne?" Her voice comes ripping
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WAYLONI watch the security officers of the office building rush in through the door while Andie stays put where she is. She's not having my current attitude toward her invasion of my privacy. Her eyes are unfazed as she quietly assesses the emotions on my face as my features bounce from uncaring to indifferent."Take her away right now." I wave my hand off to gesture for her physical removal from my room and my life. "And let me know who wants to take responsibility for letting her in here in the first place. Report back to me with details when you finish getting rid of her."Andie clears her throat as the two men reach for her hands from either side."I'll remember this, Waylon." Her eyebrows twitch from anger and resentment and whatnot. "You'll pay for how you've made me feel today. You will. Mark my words.""Get her out of here." I bark since Ms Fischer is not in the room, so I don't feel the need to hide my anger any longer. "I want her gone in the next five minutes from this off
EVERETTMy feet thud against the marble floor as my legs wobble from the strength of my emotions. Everything I feel as my heart beats wildly against its walls is one big giant mess, and I can't hope for anything to get better at this moment in time. As I reach into the elevators at the end of the hallway and watch them close right in front of my eyes, I wonder what that woman wants from Waylon.The way she spewed their history in front of a total stranger and an employee, no less, makes me think that she might be highly insecure about the depth of Mr Thorne's feelings towards her.Isn't that what she asked him?Why couldn't Mr Thorne fall in love with her when she was so devoted to him?Why has he resisted her feelings so far and not reciprocated them?Mr Thorne hasn't returned those feelings in the slightest.But why?Why do I even care what happens between them?I push the different buttons on the elevator button panel, so the elevator car takes me to my office floor. Running my han
EVERETT"Was our boss happy with the presentation?" Kyra walks into my office as I'm studying old market analytics data for new budgeting reports that I have to turn in by the end of the day. "Did Wayne grasp everything that you had to say?"Not looking up from the screen of my computer, I put a hand up, and she quiets down because I'm jotting down some numbers to put in the report. After a long moment, I decide to speak."Not really, I just handed him the file because I felt like I wouldn't be able to do a good job presenting the facts, so I left the file with him so he could call me back later if he had any questions related to the different aspects of the reports."Kyra looks at me like I have grown three heads out of my skull and stands still in silence. Before she can speak, I move to the other page of the data avoiding the murderous gaze she's tossing in my direction."You did what?""I did what I felt was right.""That's not why I had hired you, Everett Fischer." Kyra thunders