City of Sin

by Ivy Smoak

  City of Sin

  By Ivy Smoak

  Copyright 2016 Ivy Smoak

  All Rights Reserved

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  CONTENTS

  Title

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

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  Copyright

  Prologue

  Bee

  I put my pencil down and read through my essay to look for any mistakes. When my eyes got to the bottom of the page, I smiled. I had just finished my last final. Ever. I couldn't believe I was really done. Four long years of late night study sessions and early morning cramming had finally paid off. Although, I still needed to actually pay those years off. Why am I thinking about student loans right now?

  I grabbed my test booklet and walked to the front of the classroom. My Intro to Psych class was in a huge lecture hall. I had saved one easy class for my last semester and this was it. But now I almost wished that I was handing in my paper to a professor that I knew well. A professor that could tell me how proud he was of me and how he thought I was going to do great things. Instead, I handed my test to Professor Thornton who I had only ever spoken to when handing in assignments. She wouldn't know me from the other 200 students in the class.

  "Have a good summer," Professor Thornton said and smiled.

  "Thank you. You too."

  She immediately looked back down at the book she was reading.

  That was unceremonious. It didn't really matter. In just a few days, the dean would hand me my diploma and it would really feel like the end. I glanced over my shoulder at the other students still finishing up their exams. Goodbye, college. I opened up the door and walked out into the bright sunshine. Normally I hated endings. But this seemed more like a beginning than an end. Patrick was supposed to hear back about his internship today. I hadn't had any luck landing a job yet, but it was for the best. If Patrick got the internship, he'd be moving to New York City. And I didn't want to have to choose between an entry level job in Delaware and Patrick. Not that it would be much of a choice. Patrick would always win. Besides, he always encouraged me to go after my dreams. And I really wanted to hold out until I landed a job in advertising. Maybe I'd have more luck in New York.

  Patrick and I had talked about moving in together after graduation. I pictured a cute little place in the middle of the city. It seemed romantic and perfect. Before Patrick, I never in a million years would have thought I'd wind up in New York. I liked the suburbs. There was something exciting about moving, though. Mostly just because Patrick would be there with me. The two of us suburban kids facing the big city together. I really hoped he'd get the internship. Otherwise we might not be able to afford to live together yet. Moving back in with my mom didn't seem nearly as exciting.

  I looked around at the few students walking around campus. There were still two more days of exams. Most students were doing last minute studying, holed up in their dorms and the library. I had been lucky that all of my finals were early. Now I could spend my last few days here relaxing, something that I hadn't done that much of since I started. I pressed the button for the crosswalk. I was going to miss it here. I hadn't expected to feel so sentimental. This campus had become my home away from home, though. My life had changed for the better here. Mostly because I had met Patrick. I smiled to myself.

  When the light changed, I crossed the street. In a few minutes I was outside of the Sigma Pi frat house. I walked up the steps and knocked on the door. Please, please have gotten it. Patrick opened the door. He had a huge smile on his face.

  I took a deep breath. "Did you hear from MAC International?"

  "Mhm." He closed the door and walked past me down the steps.

  "Patrick?" I chased after him. He looked happy when he had opened the door. Was he actually upset?

  He stopped and turned back around. He was still smiling.

  "So..."

  "So?"

  "Patrick, you're killing me. Did you get the job?" I held my breath.

  He flashed me the smile that I had fallen in love with.

  "You got it?!"

  "I got it, Bee."

  I wasn't sure I had ever seen him look so happy. "Ah!" I threw my arms around him.

  He laughed as he picked me up and spun me around. When he set me back down, he put his hand on my cheek. "I can't believe I actually got it. I thought it was a long shot..."

  "I knew you'd get it."

  He leaned down and kissed me.

  I would never get tired of the way he kissed me. He had this way of making me feel like I was the only thing that mattered to him.

  "What do you think? Should we go look at apartments tomorrow?"

  "Tomorrow? Yes!" I felt so giddy. I couldn't believe this was really happening. It felt like everything I had ever wanted was coming true.

  "Did you know that this is the very spot where we met freshman year?"

  "I know. I remember." I smiled up at him. "You were drunk. And you made some stupid vulgar comment. And I told you off."

  "Yeah." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm pretty sure I said you had a nice ass."

  I laughed. "Yup, that was it."

  "I still don't know why you were ever upset about that. It's just true."

  I laughed again. "Because it was rude."

  He shrugged. "All I know is that as soon as you called me a drunk asshole, all I wanted to do was win you over."

  "Well, you did."

  "So this kind of seems like the perfect place, right?"

  "The perfect place for what?"

  Patrick got down on one knee.

  "Oh my God." I put my hands over my mouth.

  "Bee, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Meeting you right here, it changed me. I want to go to New York. And I want to know that you'll be by my side. I need you to always tell me when I'm being a drunk asshole." He laughed. />
  "Patrick, I..."

  "I know, okay? I know your parents are divorced. And I know that you're scared to get married. But I'm not your dad, Bee. I'm not going to run off. I'm so in love with you. I love you with everything that I am. I'm never going to leave you. Marry me, Bee."

  I didn't think he was going to propose, not yet. But it felt so right. I never wanted to live a day without him. "Okay."

  "Okay? Does that mean yes?" He smiled up at me.

  "Yes that means yes. Of course, yes!"

  He slid the ring onto my finger.

  "Oh my God, Patrick." I could feel tears start to stream down my cheeks. I looked down at the ring on my finger.

  "Why are you crying?" He wrapped his arms around me. "You're so cute."

  I pressed the side of my face against his chest. "I just never thought I'd be this happy."

  Chapter 1

  Bee

  18 Months Later

  The subway car screeched as it came to a stop. I quickly stood up and squeezed my way past the people boarding. It seemed like common sense to let people off the subway before getting on. But that philosophy somehow got lost when people were underground. Maybe it was similar to how I was somehow now immune to the smell of pee in the subway terminal and the loud sounds of the city. If I left the city now, it would probably be hard to fall asleep to the silence of the suburbs. Cars honking always put me right to sleep.

  I slowly climbed the stairs. Luckily the office was only a block away from the subway station. The cold wind nipped my cheeks as soon as I emerged above ground. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself as I avoided tripping over a pile of trash on the curb.

  In the distance, I noticed a homeless person sitting on the sidewalk outside my office building. Just don't look at him. I grabbed the handle of the door. Damn it. I didn't know why I couldn't walk past him. It just wasn't in me. And it was so cold this morning. I hadn't realized how harsh the winters were going to be in New York. I backtracked and handed the man a few dollars out of my purse. If I kept doing this, I'd be the next one on the street. I was barely scraping by as it was. Giving money to every homeless person I walked by really added up.

  "Thank you, miss."

  I smiled at him and retreated into the building. I kept my coat on as I walked toward the elevator. My teeth were still chattering.

  "Bridget, I'm glad I caught you."

  I turned around and looked up at my boss. He was at least ten years old than me, but that didn't seem to stop him from flirting with me constantly. "Oh, hi, Mr. Ellington."

  "I told you to call me Joe." He smiled at me and put his hand on my shoulder.

  Nope. "What can I do for you?"

  "Coffee. Please."

  "Sure. As soon as I get upstairs, I'll get you a cup."

  "No, the good stuff down the street. Thanks, Bridget. See you in a few." He let go of my shoulder and stepped onto the elevator.

  I wanted to tell him that it was 15 degrees outside. And that there was perfectly good coffee in our office. Instead, I bit my tongue and went back out into the cold. The place my boss was referring to wasn't exactly nearby either. It was three blocks away. I folded my arms across my chest and walked as quickly as I could.

  When I finally arrived at the coffee shop, I could barely feel my nose. I got into the back of the line and rubbed my hands together. A woman walked up behind me. She was talking really loudly into her phone. I rolled my eyes to myself.

  "What can I get for you?" the barista said with a big smile when I reached the front of the line.

  "Could I have a 12 ounce cappuccino with soy milk and extra foam to go please?" I hated how pretentious Mr. Ellington's order sounded. I felt my cheeks blush.

  "Sure thing. That will be $3.99."

  I handed the barista the company card.

  "Sorry, our register is being weird this morning. It's not scanning cards. Cash only."

  "Oh, okay." I opened up my purse and rifled around. I had handed the homeless person my last dollar bills. But there was tons of change at the bottom of my purse. "I'm so sorry." I started pulling out quarters and placing them on the counter. I could feel my face turning even more red. This was mortifying.

  "God. Don't you see that someone who's actually ready is waiting behind you?"

  I turned around and looked at the woman behind me. "I'm really sorry. It'll just be a second." If she thought I was rude, she shouldn't be yelling into her phone in a small coffee shop.

  "This is ridiculous," she snapped. "I'll have a latte. Whatever your biggest size is. With coconut milk and no foam."

  Of course her order is as pretentious as Mr. Ellington's.

  "Umm..." the barista looked at me.

  "It's fine. I need another minute anyway."

  "Okay," the barista said. "That will be $4.75."

  "Here," the woman said and handed him a ten dollar bill. He pulled her change out of the register and handed it to her.

  "And if you think you're getting a tip for not making me wait, think again." She grabbed her change and walked toward the other end of the counter where the pickup line was.

  "What a bitch," the barista said under his breath.

  I laughed. "I'm sorry I took so long." I slid the quarters toward him. I had ended up finding a few extra quarters. "Keep the change."

  "Thanks." His big smile returned from earlier as he dumped the extra change into the tip jar. "I hope you have a great day."

  "You too."

  ***

  "It's cold." Mr. Ellington looked up at me.

  "What?" I had walked back as quickly as I could. There was no way his coffee was cold. I bit my lip. Maybe it's cold. It was freezing outside.

  "Well, room temperature."

  "I'm so sorry, I..."

  He held up his hand. "It's fine, Bridget. Please just warm it up for me." He handed it back to me and looked down at the papers on his desk.

  I grabbed the cup out of his hand and went to the break room.

  "Hey, Bee. You're running late today," Kendra said. She was pouring herself a cup of coffee out of the communal pot like a normal person. "Please tell me it's because you went out last night and had a good time?"

  I laughed. "No, I was just picking up coffee for Mr. Ellington. Cold coffee, apparently." I poured the cappuccino into a normal coffee mug and put it in the microwave.

  "He still has you fetching coffee for him? You're not an intern. You need to stand up for yourself."

  I sighed and leaned against the counter. "I'm not sure there's any difference between an intern and a secretary in his mind."

  "Well, except for how much he hits on his secretaries."

  "Uh." I put my face in my hands. "Kendra, what am I doing here?"

  "Warming up coffee?"

  "You know what I mean." I looked up at her. This was supposed to be a stepping stone. I felt stuck. He's never going to look at me as anything more than someone to fetch coffee." And if I had to edit another one of his documents, I felt like I would scream. I hadn't spent four years busting my ass in school to be a secretary. This job was supposed to open doors, but I wasn't sure how much more I could take. And no matter how hard I worked, every door always seemed to be closed.

  "Have you pitched him any of your ideas?"

  "I've tried. He always interrupts me."

  "Maybe do it in the meeting tomorrow? And then everyone will be listening, not just him. It'll almost force him into hearing you out."

  "I'm supposed to be taking notes, not participating."

  "Right, said no one ever." Kendra took a sip of her coffee. "But back to my other point. What did you do last night?"

  "I watched T.V. And went to bed. Like a normal person."

  "Normal people don't sit in their apartments alone every night. Come out with me tonight. It will be fun, I promise."

  "I don't want to go out."

  "Bee."

  "Kendra."

  She laughed. "There's a new bar opening up around the corner from here. And ther
e are so many eligible bachelors who work around here. I'm sure the bar will be packed."

  "If you must know, I already have plans tonight."

  "With your T.V.?"

  "No. I'm going over to Marie and Carter's for dinner."

  "Hanging out with a married couple doesn't exactly count as plans."

  "Of course it does. You're being ridiculous."

  "Maybe tomorrow night, then? I don't want to go alone."

  "Maybe."

  "Which means no."

  The microwave beeped and I pulled out the coffee mug. "Maybe means maybe."

  "Sure. At least think about speaking up during the meeting tomorrow. You can't be afraid to show them what you got. See you at lunch, Bee."

  I felt cold despite the fact that I was still wearing my winter coat in the office. Am I afraid?

  Chapter 2

  Bee

  I pressed the buzzer outside of Marie and Carter's apartment building. "Marie, it's me. Let me in." I pulled my jacket tightly around myself. No answer came through the speaker system. I pressed the button again. "Marie, please, it's freezing!"

  A second later the door buzzed. Yes. I grabbed the handle and almost ran inside. Marie was the first friend I had made in New York. She used to work at Kruger Advertising with Kendra and me. She had gotten a promotion a few months ago and then used her new position as leverage for a better pay grade at another ad agency, Blue Media. She had her dream job and Carter worked for the same company as her. They were the nicest power couple I had ever met. And Marie hadn't started as a secretary. I couldn't help but think I was on the wrong path. If I wanted to be where she was in a few years, I really needed to make a change. Maybe Kendra was right. I was just worried Mr. Ellington would be mad if I spoke up during the meeting. And I was so tired of feeling afraid.

  I knocked on Marie's door and she immediately opened it.

  "Hey, Bee!" She gave me a big hug. "Geez, I feel like it's been forever since we've gotten to hang out."

  "I know. I guess Carter's keeping you busy?"

  She laughed. "No, my new job has been keeping me busy." She released me from her embrace. "How is everyone at Kruger doing?"

  "Great."

  "Even you?"

  "Yeah. I'm good."

  "So Mr. Ellington isn't driving you crazy anymore?"