Nemesis
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They told me not to get involved with him,
because he had a bad reputation.
I didn’t listen.
Why?
Maybe it was those eyes.
Most probably it was his body.
Or maybe it was his quick wit, easy charm and the way he made me feel so at ease.
Like I was perfect—just the way I am, flaws and all.
I realize now that he wanted me to feel that way, so I’d accept him, just the way he was.
He wanted to have his cake, and eat it too.
He wanted a game, so I gave him one.
Checkmate.
Chantal Fernando
Chantal Fernando is the New York Times, USA Today and Amazon Bestselling Author of numerous novels, including Maybe This Time, The Wind Dragons MC Series, The Cursed Ravens MC and many more. Born in Sri Lanka, Chantal moved to Western Australia as a child, where she still resides. At age thirty two, Chantal has published over thirty novels, and has no intention of slowing down. When not reading, writing or daydreaming, she can be found enjoying life with her three sons and family.
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Nemesis - Chantal Fernando
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Epilogue
About the Author
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CHANTAL FERNANDO
Published March 2016
Cover design © Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs
Edited by Hot Tree Editing
NEMESIS is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and events portrayed in this book either are from the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, establishments, events, or location is purely coincidental and not intended by the author. Please do not take offense to the content, as it is FICTION.
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Copyright © 2016 Chantal Fernando
All rights reserved.
We are all broken—that’s how the light gets in.
― Ernest Hemingway
Dedication
To my parents,
Thank you for everything you do for me!
I appreciate and love you both.
(Now Mum, please don’t read this book.)
Acknowledgements
A big thank you to Arijana Karcic at Cover It! Designs for your amazing talent and friendship. I kind of love you. You’re seriously the best.
To Rose Tawil—Thank you so much for everything. I wouldn’t be able to function without you! You are one of the best souls I’ve ever come across.
My beta readers Stephanie Knowles, Eileen Robinson, Kara Brown and Melanie Williams—thank you all for your help. I appreciate you all.
Hot Tree Editing—Thank you for being so wonderful.
To my bestie Natalie Ram—I love you infinity. You know what this book means to be, and I hope you enjoy it.
To my family—my parents, my sisters and my sons—I love you all.
To my readers—I hope you love this book as much as I did writing it.
Prologue
The elevator door pings open, and I walk towards my reception desk. The click of my heels is the only sound echoing through the empty offices. I clutch the cup of coffee in my hand almost desperately, relying on it to get me through a long day. I shouldn’t complain, I know. I should be grateful to have a decent paying job, especially in today’s economy. But, it’s Monday, and I’d rather be at home in bed, curled up with a book than be stuck here all day. I’ve been looking for a new job for a month now. Truth be told, I’m too damn stubborn to leave this place. That would mean that he wins, and I can’t have that.
Good morning, sir,
I greet Jason Cannery, one of the four lawyers who works here at the firm.
Morning, Jacinta,
he says, smiling warmly as he stops by my desk. Did you bring me my coffee?
Did you bring me my chocolate?
I fire back, a private joke between us. When I first started working as a legal receptionist here, the men would ask me to bring them coffee every morning, which isn’t in my job description. At least, I don’t think it is, nor do I want it to be. I told them if they expect coffee, I better be getting something in return, because we’re all equal in the workplace. Luckily, they found me amusing, and I got to keep my job.
Tomorrow,
he replies, grinning. When is my first client due again?
I look at my watch. You have thirty minutes.
He nods and enters his office, closing the door behind him. Two more of the lawyers arrive, and I wish them a good morning, then open my laptop and turn it on. When he arrives, however, I don’t bother to look up. Yes, Cohen Lake is also a lawyer here, and yes, he’s good at what he does. He’s a criminal lawyer and, at thirty years old, he’s done extremely well for himself. But that doesn’t mean I have to like him.
Jacinta,
he says, and I pretend that the deep baritone of his voice doesn’t have any effect on me. I’m good at that, pretending.
Mr. Lake,
I say, still not looking up at him. Rude, I know. I do, essentially, work for this man, and he could have me fired, but he hasn’t yet. I don’t know why—guilt, probably. Maybe he just likes to torture me. I’m guessing the latter.
He sighs and puts a folder on my desk. New client. Can you add her details to the system?
I nod, reaching out for the file. When I grab it though, he puts his hand on top of mine, stopping my movement. I raise my gaze, our eyes locking. His green ones look back at me, framed in thick lashes, assessing, always assessing. His light brown hair is growing a little too long, and in need of a trim, but he manages to pull it off. He’s wearing a crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and I know that shirt probably costs more than I make in a week. With his tan, smooth skin, and the dimple on his right cheek, this man is a danger to women. He’s the one who should be locked away.
Let me go,
I demand, now looking down at our hands, keeping my expression impassive. I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me.
He looks almost sad for a moment, before he shields it. He lets go of my hand—reluctantly, it seems. Are you always going to be like this? It’s been a week. Why don’t you just—
Why don’t you just walk into your office and leave me the fuck alone,
I say quietly, so no one else can overhear. I force a fake smile on my face. Your first client will be here soon. Have a nice day, Mr. Lake. If I’m lucky, today is the day you’ll be run over by a car.
His jaw goes tight, and he opens his mouth to say something, but then thinks better of it. Instead, he walks into his office, closing the door behind him harder than he needs to.
How mature.
I pick up my coffee and bring it to my lips, taking a long sip.
He’s a Scorpio. That should have been the first sign. Scorpio’s are very intense, complex people, and that was putting it mildly. He’s the king of mind games, the master of manipulation. He has to win at everything, no matter what it is. He expects you to give your all to him, while he gets to remain safe and emotionless.
Cohen Lake is the reason I now hate my job, but he’s also the reason I won’t quit. If I do, he’ll know it’s because of what happened between us, and I can’t let that happen. No, I just need to forget all about him. He’s nothing to me now, just someone I used to know. Someone I once trusted.
Someone who broke my heart.
Chapter One
One Year Ago
Jacinta
I walk into work at least twenty minutes late, frantically looking around, hoping no one will notice. I run my fingers through my long, dark hair, trying to tame it as much as possible, and then check my makeup in a small mirror I keep in my handbag. I managed to line my blue eyes with eyeliner and coat my lashes in mascara, but that was the only product on my face. I put the mirror away, knowing it wasn’t going to get any better today; it was just one of those days. When I think I’m safe, finally letting myself relax in my chair, I look up into the green eyes of Cohen Lake, one of the lawyers here at the firm.
There you are,
he says, smiling warmly at me. I smile back, or at least I think I do. He’s a very, very good-looking man, and it’s hard to pay attention in his presence.
Yes, do you need something, sir?
I ask, quickly opening my laptop.
He grins and hands me a piece of paper. Could you please email Mr. Smith and let him know his court date and time? I have to head out to court now myself.
I nod and look down at the paper, familiar with the name of the client and his case. No problem.
Excellent,
he replies, glancing at his watch, then looking back at me. You know it’s not a crime to come in late every once in a while. I think this is only the second time you’ve done it since you started working here.
My eyes widen. He pays that much attention? I know it’s not a crime,
I say, looking him in the eye. I just didn’t think that my honest excuse of my best friend being dumped again, and her crying her little heart out was going to be a valid reason. I also hate being late in general. It’s a pet peeve of mine, and not very professional.
This place would fall apart without you,
he states matter-of-factly, gaze roaming over my face. You know that, right? If you’re late every now and again, we’ll forgive you. I better get going, but I’ll be back around eleven for my meeting.
He walks to the elevator, butpauses. I’m sorry about your friend, Jacinta.
Uh, thanks,
I say, our eyes locking just as the elevator door shuts. The thing with Sadie is she trusts way too easily and then, when she gets hurt, it’s up to me to pick up the pieces. I, on the other hand, don’t trust at all. Then again, that’s probably why Sadie has so many dates, and why I haven’t gotten laid in over six months, although it feels more like ten years. I send Sadie a quick message, telling her she doesn’t need Chris and his cheating ass, and that she’s a wonderful person and deserves someone worthy of her. Then I look over the schedule for the day before sending the email to Cohen’s client.
Cohen.
I only call him by his first name in my head.
I’m glad it’s him who saw me, and not one of the other lawyers who work here. Two of them are much older, and probably wouldn’t have been as cool about it. The third, Jason, is in his late thirties, but is usually grumpy.
I look down at my black shirt and realise that I’ve done the buttons up wrong. I fix it quickly, hoping Cohen didn’t notice it. Knowing my luck, he did.
Yeah, today is going to be a long-ass day.
*****
I’m on my lunchbreak, sitting at a café just across the road from the firm while eating a giant slice of chocolate cake, when he sits down opposite me. I look up at him in confusion, wondering exactly what he’s doing. Sure, we’ve had a few casual conversations before about non-work-related topics, but we’d never sat together for a meal or anything like that.
There’s no point in me sitting alone at a different table,
he says, flashing that dimple of his my way. You don’t mind, do you?
I can’t exactly say no, now can I?
I shake my head and mutter a very insincere, Not at all.
He simply grins, apparently finding me amusing, then orders a coffee from a passing waitress.
How is your friend holding up?
he asks, looking me directly in the eye.
She’ll be fine,
I reply, putting my fork down. Does he actually care, or is he just making conversation? Cohen Lake is somewhat of an enigma to me. Young, successful and too good-looking for his own good, the man exudes confidence, sex appeal and charm. A dangerous mix, if you ask me. He’s the type of man every woman dreams about, but only a few could ever obtain. Before I took on this job, Debra, the receptionist who was training me before she left for overseas, warned me to stay away from Cohen. I’d