Too Late For Regret: The Assistant's Revenge

oor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse

r entire body ached. Her thighs felt bruised, and

the wall in the foyer rushed back, hitti

abruptly. The velvet

empty. The sheets were

around them. A wave of intense nausea rolled through her

hit the plush rug, but her knees buckled instantly. She grabbed the ni

o get out

this morning were scattered on the floor. She picked up her white silk blouse.

it as if i

is cedar and bergamot cologne made her stomach churn again. She

smelled like him. It felt like putting on a straigh

n the foyer console, right where someone had placed it after ret

ished marble and the doorman's polite nod felt like a cruel joke-everyone in this building answered to Jack

her address in Queens. The entire ride, she stared o

mped apartment behind her, she stripped off

it, scrubbing her skin with a loofah until it was bright red and stinging. But no matter ho

She bypassed her usual silk blouses and V-neck dresses. She pulled o

aking sure it covered the faint red marks on her colla

was 2:15 PM. She was ove

her bag and head

doors of Booker Capital, her hand was s

phones and shouting analysts. Christina kept her hea

o get a bottle of water. He

pantry door open

counter, holding her phone out. Chloe, the HR coo

ica whispered loudly, her voice buzzing with excitement.

ze just insid

Is that Jackson and Carson

ring he gave her. It's a flawless five-carat emerald cut. They are literally

ting. The blood drained from

same penthouse where she had ju

her flat shoes making a s

hey saw Christina, their faces flushed with guilt

ered, quickly locking her phone.

alked straight to the fridge, grabbe

he physical pain hit her. A sharp, stabbi

kson's massive double doors. She sat down in her er

a blank Wor

typed the date. Then, she

ght. But with every word she typed, the fog in her br

printer whirred, spitting ou

it up. She didn't

odes, who was standing

" Ben started to

d the heavy mahogany doors open

looked up when she barged in. His eyes immediately dropped to her outfit-t

brief into the p

ice was calm, but his eyes were tra

desk. She slammed the piece of

id. Her voice was rasp

didn't even read the words. He

chair. He reached out, his long finge

Jackson repe

er skirt until her knuckles turned stark white. "You can ke

height instantly dwarfing her. He walked around t

ep back. She tilted her

asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous w

the tears finally burning the backs of her eyes. "You cannot ma

held up the resignation lett

the paper in half. Then he put the pieces

confetti into the meta

ts, you work for me," Jackson s

nd the back of her neck. His thumb pre

desk, Christina,"

g weight of his power crushed the last bit of air from her lungs.

oved his hand aw

office, the heavy doors slamming sh

ng past. They froze, staring at Chris

. She sat down at her desk, stari

. Running away wasn't an option. If she wanted to sur