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The door clicked shut behind me as I sat and Asher walked across the room. He calmly set his coffee cup down and sat across from me.
“I’m sorry about last night,” I blurted out. The words floated out of my mouth so rapidly that it almost didn’t feel like I was in control. “We were both drunk, and I know I shouldn’t have gone to that exhibit–“
“I slept like a baby last night, even without you there,” Asher interrupted. His voice was just as cold and ruthless as the day I met him, nothing at all like the man I had seen in the orphanage as we baked cookies together. “I don’t think I need your services anymore.”
My heart leaped up into my throat. “Are you firing me?”
Asher shook his head, then pulled open a drawer in his desk and began to rifle through it. “Not firing you. Just ending our supplemental agreement. Officially.”
I watched, shocked, as he retrieved the supplemental contract for our sleeping agreement out of his desk, then ripped it in half in front of me and tossed it in the trash. I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could, he spoke again.
“I seem to be cured of my insomnia. Thank you for your help, but there’s no need for this arrangement to continue.”
I didn’t know what to say; the words were there, but they wouldn’t come. I wanted to call him a liar. I knew that he hadn’t slept at all judging from the dark circles under his eyes and the tired expression on his face, but I knew that there was no point. And perhaps Asher was right in ending our agreement. It had, after all, caused nothing but trouble. If it weren’t for Ella knocking on my door last night, we would’ve had sex again and it only would’ve made everything that much worse.
“You may go now,” Asher said as I continued to sit there with my eyes wide. Without another word, he picked up his newspaper and opened it with a flick of the paper, effectively shielding his face from me. I quietly stood, gathered the rest of my dignity, and walked out of the room.
As I emerged from the study and closed the door behind me, I couldn’t help but notice that I was somewhat disappointed. Even though our sleeping arrangement had come with its fair share of disadvantages, I knew that it would feel strange to sleep alone again… And I would be lying if I didn’t admit to myself that I would miss the feeling of Asher sleeping beside me.
Mina was equally as disappointed in the termination of our agreement. She didn’t say much about it, but I could tell that it had almost made her grow a little weaker. Her presence in my mind felt more faint.
And the distance between Asher and I grew larger once again.
Asher
Being around Tiffany, especially while I was as drunk as I was that night, made it almost impossible to resist her. Why did I feel so attracted to this ordinary human nanny? It was as if there was a spell on me that night, and for the briefest of moments as our tongues explored each other’s mouths and our bodies became pressed up against one another, I swore I was able to pick up the faintest scent… The same scent that I picked up on the night that we played the maze game.
Just as quickly as it began, however, it was over. There was a knock on the door, followed by my daughter’s frightened, shaky voice. When Tiffany opened the door, there were tears streaked down Ella’s little face. Seeing those tears sobered me and made me realize that I was putting my daughter at risk by being so foolish and getting so emotionally involved with the nanny.
As I stood in the middle of Tiffany’s dark room and watched her disappear with Ella, I started to realize that I had to do what was right.
I hardly slept at all that night.
Eventually, the effects of the alcohol wore off. By the time the sun started to rise, I felt mostly sober; after a hot shower and several cups of coffee, there was at least some semblance of normalcy in my body. Although being put under the spell of sleep in Tiffany’s presence would have been preferable, I knew that I couldn’t do it anymore. I was getting too attached already, and I had already sworn to myself after Ella was born that I would never love anyone except for my daughter.
Growing up, I had spent the first five years — only the first five years — believing that love was beautiful, enduring, and kind.
But when I saw the way my mother’s face looked that day, and I saw how the light left her eyes for what felt like an eternity, that image that I had in my head started to crack. Behind the facade of love, there was nothing but ugliness and pain.
My father had been unfaithful. It had been going on for quite some time, apparently, because one day he came home with a new baby.
“This is your new brother,” my mother had said, but I knew that the tiny bundle of snot and tears wasn’t my brother. Not really.
My mother took care of him like he was her own. She loved him just as much as she loved me, which made me even more angry. As I grew older, I also grew more bitter; how could my father claim to love my mother, only to ultimately take advantage of her enduring kindness? He knew she would stay. He knew she would take care of Ethan and that she would love him dearly, so he didn’t even care. He didn’t care that he was breaking the heart of someone who was supposed to be his fated mate. And he especially didn’t care that he had completely destroyed the idea in my mind that mates were supposed to be faithful, and that children were supposed to be born from love, not lust and greed.
Ethan was a perfect example of that lust and greed. My mother lovingly indulged his fantasies of becoming a famous artist, and he took advantage of that in the same way that my father took advantage of her kind heart. He greedily took every check she handed him. He acted as though he became famous off of his skills in art, but it was really because of my mother. She completely funded his schooling, his housing, his new gallery. She was the “mystery donor” at all of his charity galas, the one who always somehow made him meet his donation goal — and then some — by the end of the night.
I was determined not to be like my father or Ethan. I was also determined not to be like my mother, who was too open, too loving, too generous. If people wanted my money, sure; if they wanted my heart, they would never have it.
But then, I met Ella’s mother. She reeled me in with her beauty and her seduction, and I fell victim to lust. I thought that I might actually be able to love her. When she told me she was pregnant, I was over the moon…
Until Ella was born.
During a time in which a new family was supposed to be elated about their new child, Ella’s mother would disappear for days at a time. She would come home in the mornings, reeking of whiskey and mens’ cologne. She never held Ella once. To her, Ella was just a tool to keep me bound to her, so she could have access to my money.
When I finally came to my senses, I kept Ella and kicked her mother out. I told Ella that her mother was dead. I gave her a large sum of money and bought her a nice apartment, but I did those things with the sole goal of making sure that she would never, ever, tarnish my daughter with her greed.
After that, I swore to myself that I would never love. I didn’t want to put my daughter at risk again, so I braved the scoldings from my father about having an illegitimate child and being mateless for her.
Why, then, was this human nanny making me forget my values? There wasn’t anything particularly special about her, aside from her skills with children and her strange ability to help me sleep. She was pretty, but I hardly ever noticed those sorts of things. And somehow, I couldn’t resist her.
By the time she woke up and came out that morning to greet me, I had decided that I knew what I needed to do. Ella was too attached for me to fire Tiffany, but I could still find a way to distance myself. This sleeping arrangement was making me too attached. If I ended it, I was sure that I would lose whatever attachment I had developed, and things could go back to normal. By ending the arrangement, I would regain control over my life.
Tiffany didn’t object when I tore up the contract and threw it in the trash, but I could tell that she was a bit disappointed. Admittedly, I was a bit disappointed, too — but I knew that it would be better this way.
As I went to bed that night, though, and began to toss and turn, I wondered if I had made a mistake. It was as though Tiffany’s presence beside me was a magic spell that instantly lulled me to sleep, and that spell had been broken. For the second night in a row, I found myself unable to sleep.
I stood and walked to the bathroom, where I kept the sleeping pills in my medicine cabinet. My reflection stared back at me, almost disappointedly, as I retrieved the orange bottle and poured two pills out into my hand. I pretended not to notice my wolf inside of me; he was angry with me for what I was doing, because the pills rarely even worked, and when they did, they made him feel weak and groggy.
“This is for the best,” I told him. He didn’t answer.
As I popped the pills into my mouth and stared into my own eyes in the mirror, all I felt was disappointment.
Tiffany
I hadn’t expected that my sleeping arrangement with Asher would have made such an impact on my body and mind, but as the days ticked on and I found myself tossing and turning each night and waking up from strange dreams, I began to realize that I wasn’t the only one in the arrangement who needed the other. I couldn’t help but wonder if Asher was also experiencing his insomnia again, but I never had a chance to talk to him.
After our sleeping arrangement ended, Asher quickly took on a cold demeanor toward me once again. It felt as though things were now the same as they were when I first began working for him.
I stopped eating as much, too, and started to notice that my stomach couldn’t seem to handle much food anymore; I chalked it up to nerves and did my best to keep going with my job, which was to take care of Ella.
