The closest I've ever come to meeting anyone from my life during the day was when Willow and Inés — my two girlfriends from work — were entering the club I played at just as I was leaving.
I quickly tied my hair up and made a probably-world-record speedy exit.
That was last year and I had never cross paths with anyone from my day life ever since. Until yesterday.
Of all the people that had appeared in nightmares where my secret was uncovered Carson Miller was never featured, simply because even my nightmares knew that if he ever found out about his assistant's double life I'd be unemployed in a matter of seconds. A part-time DJ who played in sleazy clubs and bars for extra cash wasn't exactly the type of person Miller Inc. would hire let alone allow to work directly with its top dog.
There was a grey area where my boss was concerned. In the office I could handle his broodiness and aloof
I woke with the intense feeling that I was about to have a really crappy day and my premonition was confirmed when I heard my doorbell sing out.I looked up from where I'd parked myself on the couch with my laptop and a plate of chocolate pancakes.I wasn't expecting anyone other than Alex but it was just eight-fifteen — way too early for Alex to show up.I resolved to leave the person at the door and continued perusing my emails.The doorbell sounded out again and after I didn't answer it it became an insistent chime.“Fine!” I hollered setting my laptop on the crystal coffee table. “I'm coming.”I got up not bothering that the only piece of clothing I had on was pajama bottoms and a few crumbs of pancakes.I shivered a little and yanked the door open ready to glare whoever was there right back to hell.The d
Ecstasy! was packed.Opening Night was a huge hit and as I sat all the way up in the VIP lounge my heart thumped away at the thought of finally speaking to her again.The top floor had been reserved for the crème de la crème of society while the ground floor was covered with swarming bodies and gyrating hips.Neon lights, sweat, alcohol and a Justin Bieber song attacked my senses but that wasn't what had my attention.From my place on top I was watching her. I was aware how slightly serial killer-y I was being right now but I couldn't stop myself.Every little action she made — from the bouncing of her rainbow-colored ponytail as she shook her head to the way she gripped her pink headphones — drew me closer to her to the point where I almost drooled. She affected me so much even from afar. It was just too bad that that darned mask prevented me from fully
I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here.This chapter may contain triggering content!There is abuse and hintings of rape.Please read at your own discretion.• • •The air was wonderful against my face.We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us.Tonight had been a bust.Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.I could still feel the warm mouth travel against my neck, the teeth grazing my skin. I could still feel the unwanted hand slide between my legs.I had a fierce temp
Morgan was frisky today as he walked in front of me on his leash.I took a bite of my bagel and wished I'd brought a coat or something because it was unusually windy today.It was Saturday and I didn't have to worry about my day job because Carson usually took a trip to God knows where on Saturdays to come back on Sunday and hole himself up until Monday. I was strangely worried about him but I wouldn't even dare call or text. After last night I was glad that ‘Alex’ didn't have to see him for a while because that'd be all kinds of awkward. On my part at least, he had no freaking clue.The sun was slowly rising up as Alicia Keys' singing in my ears gave a little pep to my step.I would've stopped to savor this fine day but Morgan was so hell bent on reaching our destination quickly that he was the one leading me with the leash.“Alright, alright!” I
I was using my phone, sipping a milkshake and half-listening to Diana ramble on about her father when the text came in.It was an address but that wasn't what my mind was focused on. She'd texted me.She texted me.After her perfunctory reply last night I was pretty sure I'd blown my chance sky-high. I mean when a woman refers to you — not once, or twice for that matter — as a serial killer/stalker you kinda know you're not making any good headway with her.She followed it with a ‘don't be late’ and a rainbow emoji that made me smile. I knew I was going to be late because I was all the way in Tuscany but I was going to go. Even though it was clearly a party and people would be there.“And you know we're twins, so why on earth does he prefer her over me?” Diana asked skipping through the racks of clothing that'd been rolled into her room.
Ever since I started being Butterfly I could confidently say that every night was different.The music was different, the weather was different, the vibes were different but most importantly, the people were different.That was exactly what I'd craved when I decided to become Butterfly. I wanted a difference, I wanted change.Never in a million years did I imagine that my boss was different too when the sun went down.I honestly couldn't fathom that Carson was capable of doing many things other than boss me around, I couldn't imagine that he was capable of being human.That was what intrigued me the most. That he could show emotion.We were at the beach, sitting among the rocks, gazing out at the lapping waves while the gentle breeze flirted with my hair. The sky looked like a velvety blue-black drape had been spread above us reaching out into the horizon.
It felt like a giant bird picked me up and dropped me in the middle of the goddamned ocean.I was in the middle of going through a catalogue of songs from the 90's and I was getting increasingly flustered with the amount of punk rock bands that kept popping up.Twice I had to remind myself why I was doing this, thrice I had to physically restrain myself from tossing my laptop through the glass wall of my 17th floor office.I was surprising myself with the intensity of how bad I wanted to find the perfect song. The image of Butterfly's flawless face illuminating with joy spurred me on.It was then that I finally realized that I was totally and utterly whipped. For anyone else, this would be a ridiculous task to even consider. But for Butterfly spending useful working hours going through rock music was suddenly top priority.The side door to my office opened and I quickly shut my la
It was now 8.30 and there was still no sign of Butterfly.Checking my watch again I was starting to entertain doubts about her actually getting here.I'd sent a text for her to meet me at the beach and now two hours later I was all by my lonesome, hands in pockets, staring at the shimmery water.I leaned back on my car and closed my eyes to rest them. My impatience was already showing by the way my left leg was repeatedly tapping the floor.When I opened my eyes again it was to lock gazes with that of the woman that made my heart do a nosedive into my stomach.She was a few feet away, dressed in her usual rainbow garb, this time it was a longsleeved sundress that hugged her in all the right places and left my imagination going wild. Her combat boots kicked up sand as she made her way to me.I thought that the only thing capable of making me happy ever again would be stock