"Cassian launched into the hall, knife in hand, he didnât care that he was in his undershorts, or that he only had one Siphon. Azâs door flung open a heartbeat later"
I know it doesn't say what Az is wearing but I imagine them both running into each other in the hall in only their boxers, one thrown on syphon and a knife like this
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(Also, I tried posting this on an ACOTAR FB group, idk if they accepted it, but if you see this twice thatâs why!!)
(Also x2, Tumblr only lets you include 10 photos, so I had to chop some of the quote screenshots. Sorry!! đĽş)
First off, I would like to say that while I definitely donât mind people shipping Elain + Lucien, I am bothered by some of the reasons individuals use to support the ship. Saying that Lucien has had a difficult life, so he âdeservesâ Elain & Azriel deserves âhis own personâ are both statements that rub me the wrong way. They make it seem as though Elain is an object, or a consolation prize that Lucien âdeservesâ. Elain is not âownedâ by Lucien just because sheâs his mate. Yes, Lucien has been through a lot & definitely deserves to be happy!! However, Elain has also been through a lot & deserves to be happy too!! She is her own person & deserves to be with whoever she chooses, she doesnât owe anything to anyone.
Now that that is out of the way, Iâd like to discuss why I believe Azriel and Elain will end up together.
Firstly, Feyre brings up a Azriel + Elain being a match a couple of times throughout the series:
- Chapter 49 of ACOMAF: âAnd I think Elain-Elain would like it, too. Though sheâd probably cling to Azriel, just to have some peace and quiet.â I smiled at the thought-at how handsome they would be together. If the warrior ever stopped quietly loving Mor.
- Chapter 24 of ACOWAR (while watching Az & Elain garden): âWhy not make them mates? Why Lucien?â...âYou said your mother and father were wrong for each other; Tamlin said how own parents were wrong for each other. So it canât be a perfect system of matching. What if that is what she needs?â
In my opinion, chapter 24 of ACOWAR isnât discussed enough. It feels as though everyone ignores it. I view it as the biggest indicator / foreshadowing that Elain will end up rejecting the bond since Feyre and Rhys are literally having this discussion while watching Azriel and Elain in the garden.
Adding onto Elain rejecting the bond,
Chapter 54 of ACOWAR is also extremely important: âIt means nothing...I belong to no one. But my heart belongs to you.â
This displays that Elain has the backbone to reject the bond. If she feels as though sheâs in love with someone else, she will not allow the bond to get in between that.
Chapter 24 of ACOWAR: âI couldnât tell if she was looking at his blue Siphon or at his scarred skin beneath as she breathed, âBeautifulâ.
I feel as though this quote speaks for itself, no? (I 100% believe she was looking at his scarred hands đ)
Chapter 63 of ACOWAR: Azriel asked softly, âWhat about Elain?â
When the Cauldron attempted to lure the âmadeâ fae (+ Amren) away, Azriel was the only one thinking of Elain.
Chapter 64 of ACOWAR: âIâm getting her back.â ... âThen you will die.â Azriel only repeated, rage glazing that stare, âIâm getting her backâ.
Chapter 65 of ACOWAR: âYou came for me.â The shadowsinger only inclined his head.
Chapter 65 of ACOWAR: âElain didnât seem to notice them as she rose up on her toes and kissed the shadowsingerâs cheekâ.
These three moments are when I truly believe Elain started seeing Azriel as a potential partner. Yes, this is complete speculation on my part however, I believe this moment set him apart from the rest. When Elain was captured by Hybern, Graysen didnât even attempt to save her or accept her for the fae she had become, he just gave up on her. Lucien also didnât attempt to visit her after Hybern threw her into the cauldron & changed the course of her life until Feyre gave him an opportunity to flee the Spring Court. I do understand that it was difficult for him to leave Tamlin and just venture into Night Court territory, but still...
Finally, weâve reached the big whammy.
Chapter 69 of ACOWAR: She refused the knife Cassian handed her, though. Went white as death at the sight of it. ... Elain weighed my words ... and slowly closed her fingers around the blade. Cassian gawked at Azriel, and I wondered how often Azriel had lent out that bladeâ Never, Rhys said from where he finished buckling on his own weapons against the side of of the wagon. I have never once seen Azriel let another person touch that knife.
This scene was deemed important enough to include in the ACOTAR coloring book!! đ
+ Elain giving Azriel headache medicine for Solstice đĽş:
In conclusion, I believe that Azriel and Elain will end up together because they truly understand one another. They both relate to their powers not being understood by others, dwelling in the shadows. Azriel was the only one who didnât believe Elain was âcrazyâ and was the first one to understand that she was a seer. He is gentle with her, never pushes her to do anything that sheâs uncomfortable with or isnât ready for. He helps her with her garden because he knows that it was something that she enjoyed in her human life before she was forced to become a fae. He thought about her when even her sisters hadnât, he risked his life to save her from Hybern. He lent her Truth-Teller when he hadnât let anyone else (Rhys, Cass, Mor, etc.) touch it. I love Elain and Azriel and they both deserve to be happy. Whether they become each otherâs happiness remains to be seen, but I am definitely rooting for them. đĽşđ
Hey everyone! So Iâve posted the entirety of my acotar AU fanfic, Do Not Go Gentle, here on tumblr because I thought some of my followers may want some new fic material. Hereâs the masterlist! If youâve got any questions, comments, snarky remarks, Iâd love to hear them all :)
Synopsis:Â
Feyreâs life seems to be falling apart before her very eyes: her fiancĂŠe is keeping secrets from her, the demons in her past are beginning to haunt her present, and to top it all off, a beautiful stranger just canât seem to leave her alone at the coffee shop she works in.
But the day she finds tiny packets of pills in her shopâs storage room, Feyre discovers that she is in way, way over her head.
AKA, another modern AU in which Tamlin is a Shady Toolâ˘, Feyre loses her marbles, and Rhys is there to help her every step of the way.
It follows mostly ACOMAF but Iâve taken a bit of liberty in the characters and their storylines for the modern twist. Hope you enjoy it!
Iâll be updating this as I go! I seriously hope you give it a read, and if you do, hope you enjoy it. Also, if you prefer this format, go check it out on Ao3 here!
Hope youâre all staying happy, safe and healthy with these dreadful times right now, and Iâm sending all my love to yâall right now.Â
Synopsis: In which Feyre has a business meeting with a potential employer.Â
TW: Vague mentions of self-harm and abuse.Â
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Chapter 21: Donna
Rhys
Like fucking clockwork, I woke with the rising sun.
It took less than five minutes to peel out of my sheets and pull some clothes on. Two minutes to down the shot of espresso and munch through an apple in the kitchen. One minute to creep back up the stairs quietly and open that door, just the tiniest slitâ
Her figure was slumped to the side, arm dangling off the ledge of the bed. But I could see it, that steady up and down of her chest. Alive. Breathing. Peaceful.
Striking.
It was the only confirmation I needed before peeling back down the stairs and throwing on a pair of sneakers. As the pink clouds began to fade, my feet slammed against the pavement. The sun was still a blip on the horizon, Prythian wiping away the nightâs remaining darkness, and with each song drowning out the noise in my ears more cars began to appear on the road as the rest of the city awoke. Soon enough, I was washed in the rays of sunshine. Sweat soaked through my thin long-sleeve, but I didnât care. I just kept pushing.
Itâd been three weeks since I ran. But this morning, I felt wired. Like my mind hadnât turned off last night in its slumber. How could it? Not after what happened yesterday. Not after what Feyre told me last night.
Iâd never felt anything like it before. It was a physical, throbbing ache in my chest, like my heart had truly cleaved in half and spilled all its venomous ichor into my body.
For some reason, it was worse than watching her perched on the ledge of the roof. Knowing that sheâd been so miserable, for far longer than I couldâve imaginedâ
It struck something within me. Like a pianist crescendoing to the climax of a song only to play the wrong chord.
And I had no idea how to help her.
Thatâs what scared me the most out of all of thisâdespite my best efforts, Feyreâs condition was beyond my abilities. Iâd done all I could out of my own personal experience to try and assuage the difficulties sheâd experienced in the last three weeks, but thisâŚ
Last night, I felt completely and utterly useless. That was the worst part, I thought, about seeing someone you care about struggle with mental health issuesâknowing that there is very little you can do to help. All I had were my words, carefully chosen to goad her into speaking as much as she comfortably would, and gentle enough to tell her that I was there for her, that I would support her. But all I wanted to do, all my instincts roared at me to do, was hold her. Hug her against me. Tell her that I was there, that I cared about her.
Those feelings pounding within my heart flared up again, and my foot faltered on its next step.
I stopped in my tracks. The rap music was still blaring in my ears. I ripped my earphones out, letting them dangle along my neck, and strode over to a nearby bench as I tried to shove some air into my lungs.
Fuck, I thought, Iâm so out of shape.
My fingers were already dashing across the screen. Plenty of articles came up after the search, and I scrolled through them, taking screenshots of things that caught my eye. If I didnât know how to help her, the least I could do was arm myself with some information. It wasnât perfect, but it was a starting point.
When the steely pincers of anxiety finally unclamped themselves from my fried nerves, I was off again. There were so many other pieces of the story that seemed to root themselves in my mind, no matter how fast or hard I pushed my body, they never seemed to shake away.
I was in a car accident two years ago.
I killed someone.
It couldnât have been her. No, I refused to hold onto that piece of illogical information my brain was trying to latch itself to. So I blasted my music up higher, and kept running.
***
Feyre
The only thing I knew how to cook was scrambled eggs.
Dad taught me how. When I was in high school, usually Elain made breakfast so I could have something in the mornings, but no one ever made me lunch. I relied on the lunch service the school provided for the âless fortunateââbut I couldnât use it too often. No, if I went there every day, then the school got suspicious and started asking questions I wasnât ready to answer. So, once or twice a week Iâd go to the Home Ec room and take the cheese sandwich, apple and juice boxâit was better than nothing. The counsellor would smile at me, Iâd fake a story about sleeping in, missing the bus, anything but the truth that gnawed at the back of my mind.
We didnât have money. We lived in a shitty two bedroom condo, bought with the remnants of money my dad had after mom died, and could barely pay for weekly groceries. Utilities, other household bills, dad paid when he was sober enough to read. But groceries came out of my pocket and the penance of a salary I earned as an administrative aid at school. It was only an hour or two after school, and it paid alright, but all the money went towards food.
My sisters didnât bat an eye at the effort. They kept on their usual business, attending college on their scholarships. I sure as hell wasnât smart enough to get a scholarship, but the financial aid department took one look at my level of income and offered to pay a hefty percentage, while the rest was covered by student loans. I thought Iâd have to work those off for years.
Until he came along and paid them without even batting an eye. That, and any other outstanding debt my sisters or father had. And, andâI couldnât leave out the wondrous house heâd bought on the other side of the city. The one weâd both helped my father move the boxes to, the one Nesta and Elain had definitely never visited after theyâd moved out.
I couldnât help but think about my dad. I wondered what he was doing right now, across the city, by himself. And the first thing that came to my mind was the bottle of whiskey sitting on the floor by his chair. He was always slumped in that chair with a faraway smile on his face. Sometimes I would sit next to him on the second hand couch and weâd watch TV together. Most of the time, Iâd take one look at him and storm off to my room to imagine another life where none of it happened. Where mom didnât die, where we werenât flat broke, and I wasnât miserable.
How Iâd gone from the two bedroom condo to this townhouse, I didnât want to think about. All I knew was that Iâd never have to go back there again.
Because of him.
The front door opened and closed quietly, shaking me from my thoughts. I focused once again on my eggs, dividing both of them into two plates before setting four slices of bread in the toaster. When the footsteps got closer, I turned and saw Rhys there, sweat dripping down his face, rap musing blaring from his earphones. He hadnât spotted me yet in the kitchen, his eyes on his phone. From where I stood between the stove and the kitchen island, I had a clear view of his hand reaching down to clutch his t-shirt and pull it over his head in one swift movement, ripping the earphones away as well.
Iâd be lying if I said I didnât stare at his chest. Defined and smooth, pure muscle was glistening in the light from the bay windows at the front of the living room. His stomach was hardened, toned yet still soft where the tan skin heaved from his panting. And on his chest, down his bicepsâ
Tattoos. Beautiful, midnight blue tattoos swirling down his skin in inky swirls, contrasting his tanner colouring. Iâd seen them, a peek of them that night at Ritaâs, but glancing at them now, I couldnât help but appreciate the craftsmanship behind such beauty. Art in all forms were difficult to masterâbut when your canvas was human flesh, it made it all the more impressive.
And on him, it looked breathtaking.
âSomething smells burnt,â he smirked at me, wiping the sweat on his face with his t-shirt.
I gasped, jumping out of my stupor as I turned to the toaster. Of course, the four slices staring back at me were black. Burnt to a mother-fucking crisp.
I sighed. Of course out of the two components of this meal, Iâd burn the most idiot-proof one. At least I had a reasonable excuse for it standing in the living room.
âLike what you see, darling?â Rhys called as he clambered up the stairs.
âOh, go jump in the shower. I could smell you from down the block.â
I stared angrily down my plate as I shovelled the eggs into my mouth. The new round of toast was grilling, the toaster on a much lower setting this time, and it popped up by the time Rhysâs footsteps hit the ground level once again. How heâd managed to pull himself together so quicklyâtux, gelled hair and shaven face, I had no clue, but Iâd be lying to myself if I said he didnât look immaculate. Nonetheless, I tried my best to ignore his presence after that spout before.
He grinned as he took me in sitting at the counter.
âDonât give me that look.â
His brows shot up, but that playful, mischievous glint in his eyes remained. âWhat look?â
âLike a cat just caught a fucking mouse. I have half a mind to dump your breakfast in the garbage.â
âAt least itâll keep that pitiful toast you chucked away from getting lonely.â Nonetheless, he took the four slices from the toaster, deposited two of them on my plate, and dug into his meal perched on the edge of the counter.
âThereâs no need to deny that you find me attractive, Feyre. Just try not to ogle me so openly next time. It was very objectifying, to be quite honest.â
My cheeks heated, and I said around my mouthful of buttery bread, âJust when I thought your level self-esteem couldnât get any higher. Youâll probably be replaying that moment in your mind all day.â
âGot a busy day, darling. Meetings in the morning at the office and a very important lunch date that I simply cannot miss. But I will try to squeeze in some daydreaming.â He pointed at me with his fork, his plate already scraped clean despite starting after me. Â âCassianâs coming by to hang out with you after.â
I rolled my eyes. âA babysitter? Seriously?â
Rhys looked over his shoulder from where he stood perching a travel mug beneath this spout of his Nespresso machine. âNot a babysitter, Feyre. A friend. Some company. Someone other than me to talk to.â
âSending Cassian is like sending a carbon copy of yourself but with more muscle.â
âFirstly, he misses you and wanted to spend some time together. And secondly, ouch. You ogle me, then you insult me?â He twisted the cap onto his mug and fished his keys out of the dish by the edge of the counter, making his way towards the door.
âIâll make sure to tell the chef to poison you today at lunch!â I called down the townhouseâs main corridor.
âAnd Iâll tell Cassian youâve been dying to try his new CrossFit exercises!â
I rolled my eyes, but smiled to myself nonetheless after the door shut quietly behind him.
As I gathered the dishes to be washed in the sink, my mind wandered to last night. The two of us hunched in that tub speaking quietly to each other, me unveiling the darkest thoughts curled into the back of my mind.
Iâd never said those words out loud before. With him, we just ignored that it was there in the first place. Lucien and Ianthe only found out because of that one incident at a charity dinner, when Ianthe picked a dress for me without thinking twice about it, and my scars were on display for anyone who got within five feet of me. I outright refused to show up to the stupid thing, but everyone insisted I made an appearance. Once Tamlin saw why, he made an excuse. Those who asked himâbecause it was impolite to ask me to my faceâbelieved they were scars from the accident.
We all knew it was a lie. Lucien tried talking about it a few times with me, but I pushed him away. How the hell was I supposed to explain that I got so furious with my own mind that I intentionally hurt myself? Every time I tried, there was this burning sensation within my chest. Shame. Shame and crushing embarrassment.
But last night seemed soâŚeasy. I didnât know what it was about Rhys. I just always felt the need to tell him the truth. Whether it was because heâd seen me at my worst, or because he seemed to understand me like nobody else ever had. It was soâŚweird. To have somebody to listen to you after so long spent trapped in the silence.
Weird, and absolutely terrifying.
But there was also that festering guilt, and shameâimmense shame, for those few moments when I looked at him in the living room. When I⌠enjoyed looking at him.
When I enjoyed our quiet dinner together last night.
I shook my head as I scrubbed the plate, the memory dissolving in my mind.
***
After Cassian treated me to a gruelling workout at his gym, I found myself back at the house, showered and prepped for Rhys and Iâs lunch. Cassian had lingered downstairs to drive me over because Rhys was still caught up in a meeting.
âShouldnât you be at work?â I wondered as Cassian and I weaved through streets downtown. Today the city was bright, ripe with activity and flurries of people. The air was slowly getting warmer. Soon I wouldnât have to wear a jacket anymore.
âIâve worked enough over the past two months to take a day off every now and then. Plus, I donât think my boss cares too much,â Cassian said with a wink.
True. It was a constant reminder that though these people were his family, he technically pulled rank over them at work, with the investigation. But when they were just together, hanging out, it completely slipped my mind.
âAre the rest of them at the office, then?â
âAzrielâs pretty much stuck to his computer monitoring any possible anomalies in Hybernâs movements. Heâs got someone following him just to be safe, but so far nothing much has happened. Amrenâs combing through old files and investigations affiliated with him to see if she can catch anything and researching possible loopholes to prevent him from making the sale for that land. â He sighed, running a hand through his hair. âMorâs just trying to keep calm in the building and helping Rhys out as much as she can, but things are starting to get a little chaotic.â
âHow do you guys do it all?â I asked, eyes trailing upon the buildings, which seemed to get smaller and smaller as we neared the outskirts of the city.
He shrugged and said, âWeâre fighting together for something we all believe in. You donât really need much else.â
I looked over at Cassian, his hands gripping the wheel, his face passive and calm as he slowed the car to a stop before a red light. I said, âItâs nice that you all found each other. That you all have each other.â
âAnd now youâve got us as well, Archeron. And weâve got you.â
My eyes burned as I looked out the window once more.
***
I looked up to the restaurantâs blue sign. Sevendaâs.
No other buildings stood nearby. We were about fifteen minutes out of town, and Cassian had already turned back to Prythian. I was left standing here in the parking lot, clad in my best black knee length dress, staring at a diner.
Before I could take another step, the front door opened, and there was his smiling face.
âAre you just going to stand there or are you going to come in?â
âWeâll each have your special with some bannock on the side please,â Rhys said without even glancing at the menu. I shifted in the black leather booth, gazing between him and the middle aged, brown skinned woman before us. Her stark black hair was tied back in a braid that fell down past her waist line, nearly catching on the stained apron lining her body.
âItâs been too long, Rhysand. I almost didnât recognize you when you walked in.â She reached over and ruffled his hair, as though he werenât the CEO of a major Prythian powerhouse corporation. Her smile was warm and teasing, her dark eyes crinkling at the corners.
Rhys rolled his eyes but smiled anyway. âYouâre embarrassing me in front of a business partner, Sevenda.â
âWhat? Sheâs not your date?â
My cheeks heated. I took a sip of my water, watching Rhys expectantly, wondering how this entire debacle was going to go.
âA potential employee,â he corrected her smoothly, shooting a glance my way. âFeyre keeps declining my advances, unfortunately.â
âIâll go on a date with you the day you wear something besides black or navy.â I said, jutting my chin out at the dark suit he wore. He mustâve had hundreds of them in his closet.
âThatâs my girl. Donât be afraid to put this boy in his place, Gods know he needs it.â Sevenda turned towards the kitchen.
âBelieve me, she does.â Rhys smirked as our gazes met. His eyes shifted over me appreciatively. âDid I mention you look exquisite today Feyre?â
I replied with an eye roll, âThatâs the third time youâve told me in ten minutes.â
âJust making sure you know how delicious you look in that dress.â
âDo you have any sense of self-control?â
âOf course, but it tends to fade away when a beautiful woman looks at me like that.â He tilted his head towards me and the snarl that lined my lips.
âBe glad Iâm not your employee yet, I think Iâd have to file a sexual harassment claim.â
âYet?â Rhysâs eyes glinted.
âWell, if youâd get on with your proposition, I could finally make up my mind.â
He cleared his throat. âNight Industries would like to offer you a temporary full-time position as a secretary for yours truly.â I watched as he carefully took a sip of his water, his eyes trained on me the entire time. âMor usually does a lot of that work for me, but I need her focus on the Hybern investigation right now, and Iâm spread out too thin at the moment to try and look for candidates that I know and trust to do the job well. You have some experience in an office. Youâve worked in a cafe for a year now and you know what working under pressure is like. I need that kind of person right now on my team.â
Just as he opened his mouth again, Sevenda burst from the back of the restaurant with a tray perched on her shoulder holding steaming food. Immediately, a rich, aromatic scent filled the quiet space, and my mouth watered.
Swiftly, as though sheâd done this for years, Sevenda slid two plates on the table filled half with rice, half with an orange, creamy stew that made my stomach gargle. She set down two extra plates with what seemed like two round flat buns that were golden and crispy.
âEnjoy!â She chirped after refilling our glasses.
I didnât hesitate as I took my first mouthful. Creamy, warm, sweet, saltyâspicy. Not overly so, but just enough for my mouth to heat. The meat was gamey, and the vegetables tasted glorious in the saturated juices.
âWhy is there nobody in this restaurant?â I demanded after swallowing my first bite.
Rhys said, âWell, weâre near the reserve. They mostly only have local regulars and travellers passing through."
I shook my head. âBut this is delicious.â
Rhys was beaming. He took one of his flatbreads, bannock I was guessing, and dipped it into the stew. I did so as well, and nearly groaned at the delightful taste.
Rhys said after swallowing, âIâve been coming here since I was a child. Restaurants like this donât really exist in Prythian, and I sure as hell donât know how to cook this well.â
After another bite, I added quietly, âThank you for bringing me here.â
He only watched me with that intent stare of his, then wondered, âWhat do you think of my proposal?â
My fork paused halfway down to the plate. âMy office experience was limited, and most probably completely different from what working with you will be like.â My lips parted to add something else, And I donât know if I can handle the humiliation of learning simple tasks. Not quite able to meet his gaze, I said instead, âI need to know that youâll be patient with my learning process.â
âYour first twenty hours of work will be purely training, and should you ever have questions, you never hesitate to ask. Weâre a team. We all help each other out.â
âOkay.â I made a gesture in my hand, and he took it as the cue to carry on.
âYour baseline job is mainly answering phone calls and emails, manning the elevator, scheduling appointments and running other errands for me should I need them. Iâll also probably have other projects on the side concerning the Hybern investigation, like the meeting weâve got set with the Bone Carver, but those are optional. I understand you may be uncomfortable with those.â
He looked up to me for confirmation, but I said nothing. We were both quiet for a few minutes as we ate our meal, and finally Rhys wiped his mouth with a napkin, took a sip of his water, and laid both of his palms flat on the table.
âItâs a nine to five job. Itâs not necessarily difficult work, but itâs still good work. Something to get you back on your feet. Iâm offering it as temporary, but say the word, and weâll sign you on for good.â He reached into his leather messenger bag and pulled out a leather portfolio case, then slid it over to me. I tentatively opened it up, eyes darting across the document before me.
âTake the time to read it if you want. Itâs legal jargon, but believe me, youâre the last person Iâd screw over with fine print bullshit.â
But I wasnât hearing him, because my eyes had trailed down to the number listed at the top of the second paragraph. It was difficult to keep my jaw from dropping to the floor.
150 000$ starting salary.
âI canât accept that.â
He sighed. âI knew you would say that.â
Iâd never seen a sum like that in my life, nevertheless in my name.
âRhys,â I said, âitâs too much.â
âI am paying you in accordance of your work responsibilities, as well as the confidentiality of the information youâre handling. Youâll have control of files and information that could put me under should anything be leaked or spread to the mainstream media. Itâs a lot to expect of someone.â
I couldnât say anything. I could just stare at that contract, unable to meet the eyes of the man whoâd veritably given me a new life. No strings attached.
Just out of the pure kindness of his heart. A friend looking out for a friend.
There was that part of the back of my mind that was blaring, this is a red flag. This is him all over again.
But he never offered me the anything. He never gave me time, or space, or options, or a way out. He dictated our lives. He had it all laid out for the two of us, the way he wanted it, whether I liked it or not.
Rhys was giving me a choice. One that I could deny, and continue living under his roof until Gods-know when I got another job, and feel like a pathetic, miserable leech.
Or I could accept his kindness. I could use this as an opportunity. Maybe not permanentâmaybe work that would dress up my CV. A stepping stone.
I didnât know what was next, what else the universe had in store for me. But I knew that this job came with a team, my friends, and as Cassian told me earlier in that car, a purpose. I was lacking that, these days.
So I finally looked Rhys straight in the eyes and said, âDo you have a pen?â
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