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Authors: Sedona Venez
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Light curled up onto the leather chair, sucking down the last drops of champagne with desperation written all over her face. Instantly, I knew she was hurting from the daily strain of keeping the barrage of human emotions from sending her crazy, and no amount of alcohol could disguise that.
I was really worried about her. Shit, I was always worried about her because she was born with the worst luck of all the members in the family. She had the ability to sense all human emotions. The constant influx of feelings was overwhelming with no remedy to prevent them from completely making her crazy. We all tried different methods to help. The only thing that worked was dulling her senses with alcohol and me soothing her through our bond connection.
So I did what I always did. I lowered my mental walls, allowing her to take a few sips of my emotions to put her mind in a neutral, calm state. It would cause me horrible migraine-inducing side effects later, but I was willing to take one for the Credence team. Light latched on to our connection with a sigh. She needed it to take the edge off her instability. My stomach heaved as my emotional state fluctuated from angry to delirious with each pull. It was too dangerous for me to let the connection linger, so I quickly severed it, immediately settling my emotions.
Light's fingers trembled as she took a large gulp of champagne. “Thanks, Storm.”
Brushing back the strands of hair sticking to the sweat on her forehead, I asked, “Why did you let it get so bad?”
She leveled me with an irritated stare. “Because I'm tired of being a burden. I'm tired of everyone in this family treating me like I'm some incompetent hag who's one step away from going crazy. I'm just damn tired of not being treated like an equal around here.”
I rolled my eyes. Shit, not this again. I could almost hear the woe is me violins playing in the background. “Okay, first, you are an equal. Our mothers made it legal by giving us equal shares in the business. Secondly, without your marketing genius, we wouldn't have as many new clients as we do. So stop fishing for compliments already.” I picked up my cell. “Now, I need to get myself mentally prepared and in control to make this fucking call.”
“See ? That's your problem. Way too much control. For once will you just let go? Unleash those well-manicured claws and let her know that you mean business. Otherwise, I will.” She flexed her fingers around her glass. “Gladly.”
I scoffed. “Uh-huh, that's exactly what we need. Both of us getting all crazy New York on her ass.” Nope, that wouldn't be good. Light and I could get downright mob-like when we put our minds to it. This was a state that we hadn’t gotten to since college. Well, at least I hadn't. I was no longer the wild, impetuous girl who allowed emotions to dictate my life. I put that shit aside years ago. No, this situation demanded meticulous calm and stealth. And if that didn't work, I wasn't above deadly intent mode.
The gloves were off when it came to messing with our bread and butter. And I would be damned if I let some spiteful she-wolf sully our reputation just because she was bitter. We worked too hard to maintain our reputation as Credence “Other” Corporation. Secretly New York’s most sought after Other escort service providing over-the-top discreetness and exclusivity to our clients—Other men who had a preference for Other women, but without all the drama of unnecessary attachments. With clients demanding the elite of beautiful Other women as arm candy when they were in town on business.
My heels clicked along the entry diamond-cut flooring with light and dark contrast as I walked toward the wall-to-wall windows overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I clenched and unclenched my fingers before tapping the numbers.
“Lovely, a call
Light curled up onto the leather chair, sucking down the last drops of champagne with desperation written all over her face. Instantly, I knew she was hurting from the daily strain of keeping the barrage of human emotions from sending her crazy, and no amount of alcohol could disguise that.
I was really worried about her. Shit, I was always worried about her because she was born with the worst luck of all the members in the family. She had the ability to sense all human emotions. The constant influx of feelings was overwhelming with no remedy to prevent them from completely making her crazy. We all tried different methods to help. The only thing that worked was dulling her senses with alcohol and me soothing her through our bond connection.
So I did what I always did. I lowered my mental walls, allowing her to take a few sips of my emotions to put her mind in a neutral, calm state. It would cause me horrible migraine-inducing side effects later, but I was willing to take one for the Credence team. Light latched on to our connection with a sigh. She needed it to take the edge off her instability. My stomach heaved as my emotional state fluctuated from angry to delirious with each pull. It was too dangerous for me to let the connection linger, so I quickly severed it, immediately settling my emotions.
Light's fingers trembled as she took a large gulp of champagne. “Thanks, Storm.”
Brushing back the strands of hair sticking to the sweat on her forehead, I asked, “Why did you let it get so bad?”
She leveled me with an irritated stare. “Because I'm tired of being a burden. I'm tired of everyone in this family treating me like I'm some incompetent hag who's one step away from going crazy. I'm just damn tired of not being treated like an equal around here.”
I rolled my eyes. Shit, not this again. I could almost hear the woe is me violins playing in the background. “Okay, first, you are an equal. Our mothers made it legal by giving us equal shares in the business. Secondly, without your marketing genius, we wouldn't have as many new clients as we do. So stop fishing for compliments already.” I picked up my cell. “Now, I need to get myself mentally prepared and in control to make this fucking call.”
“See ? That's your problem. Way too much control. For once will you just let go? Unleash those well-manicured claws and let her know that you mean business. Otherwise, I will.” She flexed her fingers around her glass. “Gladly.”
I scoffed. “Uh-huh, that's exactly what we need. Both of us getting all crazy New York on her ass.” Nope, that wouldn't be good. Light and I could get downright mob-like when we put our minds to it. This was a state that we hadn’t gotten to since college. Well, at least I hadn't. I was no longer the wild, impetuous girl who allowed emotions to dictate my life. I put that shit aside years ago. No, this situation demanded meticulous calm and stealth. And if that didn't work, I wasn't above deadly intent mode.
The gloves were off when it came to messing with our bread and butter. And I would be damned if I let some spiteful she-wolf sully our reputation just because she was bitter. We worked too hard to maintain our reputation as Credence “Other” Corporation. Secretly New York’s most sought after Other escort service providing over-the-top discreetness and exclusivity to our clients—Other men who had a preference for Other women, but without all the drama of unnecessary attachments. With clients demanding the elite of beautiful Other women as arm candy when they were in town on business.
My heels clicked along the entry diamond-cut flooring with light and dark contrast as I walked toward the wall-to-wall windows overlooking the Manhattan skyline. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I clenched and unclenched my fingers before tapping the numbers.
“Lovely, a call
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