Free All of Me? The Trust Me? Trilogy by K E Osborn Page B

and place the mug on his desk. He briefly looks up, smiles, and turns back to the computer. I turn to walk back to my desk.
    “Sorry. Thank you, baby.”
    “It’s all good,” I say, shutting his door. I don’t like not confiding in him. I’m conflicted and I feel like I am betraying him by not telling him, but at the same time I know that if I do tell him that it would cause too much anguish.
    ***
    Alistair walks from his office and I see from the corner of my eyes he’s staring directly at me. I don’t look up while he approaches my desk.
    His loud stern voice fires up. “Have you finished that proposal yet?”
    “I’m finalizing the last of it now,” I say quietly.
    Alistair throws his hands up in the air flexing his fingers in frustration. I flinch away from him and a smirk crosses his face while he watches me squirm.
    “ Get it done, I won’t tell you again, ” he yells at me, his look is cold and hard and he pounds his fists on my desk loudly making me flinch again. I see another smirk cross his face; I think he knows he’s found a weakness because since the incident I’ve been jumping at loud noises and quick movements. I have a feeling now that he can see a weakness he’ll exploit it to its maximum potential. I turn back to my screen and keep typing.
    He walks away with fluid cocky movements, almost a skip in his step. I notice Brielle watching me closely. She walks toward me as soon as he enters his office and closes the door.
    “Jeni are you alright?”
    I nod my head; no words seem to be coming from my mouth. I try to keep it together by thinking of Aiden and how much I love him but the memory of Jason’s pounding fists comes flooding back. My heart pounds dramatically and my jaw tightens as I feel the pain in my once fractured eye socket, the emotional turmoil of being helpless and the torment of blaming Aiden for not being there overwhelm me.
    “Jeni? Jeni?” She touches my shoulder and I flinch away. She puts her hands up in a surrendering motion causing me to quickly snap out of it.
    “I’m fine,” I say lying to her, trying to show her that her concern isn’t necessary.
    “No you’re not, what’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. You’re barely holding it together. Jeni, talk to me, please?”
    I swallow a lump down my throat and decide I should probably tell someone what’s going on and Bree is like a sister to me.
    “When your father yells at me I relive it… the assault, over and over again. He’s so loud and obnoxious he frightens me.”
    Bree face shows understanding; she strokes my hair and talks in a gentle tone.
    “Does Aiden know?”
    “No, and I don’t want him too. His relationship with his father is precarious at the best of times. It’s already fragile and in some ways it’s completely broken. I don’t want to damage his relationship with him any more than it already is. Please don’t say anything? Promise me, you won’t?” I beg her.
    She hesitates before she responds. “I promise, but I have a condition.”
    I raise my eyebrow.
    “Jeni, you can’t walk around and be afraid of every man who makes sudden movements around you. Have you considered talking to someone about what happened?”
    “Not really, but maybe I should. Do you think you could come with me?”
    “Of course I’ll come with you. I’ll make an appointment and we’ll go during our lunch break, sound good?”
    I nod in agreement and she pats me on the arm and then goes back to her desk. A sense of nervousness washes over me as I realize that maybe I do need some help.
    I dry my eyes with a tissue. The last thing I want is for Aiden to see me like this or Alistair to see a weakness he can exploit further. I sigh a heavy heart felt sigh at my feelings of anguish. Alistair and Aiden come out of their offices when it reaches five p.m. Aiden is putting on his suit jacket as he exits his office and strides towards me. I pick up my bag and walk to meet him. Alistair walks to the