MAXINE

The moment he saw me enter, a smile lit up his face. "Good morning, Maxine," he says, his voice sounding as smooth as silk.

"Morning," I replied, forcing a smile. I have to be strong. I have to play my part.

He rose from his seat, crossing the room with that easy grace of his. His eyes never left mine for even a second. "You look beautiful," he muttered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

I hate myself for it. I needed to stay ...