Elude [H.S.]

FORTY-FOUR

*This is a double update. Please read 'FORTY - THREE' first.*

*TW: Blood, violence, talks of potential sexual harassment/abuse and slight verbal abuse*

NO POV

Maeve walked into the house, tossing her keys onto the small table near the door, and setting her bags down in the foyer. She unraveled the scarf around her neck and hung it in the closet, moving towards the kitchen. She had a day out with Lyn - buying new clothes that she actually felt comfortable in. Not clothes that he forced her to wear.

She had seen a couple of cars in the driveway when Theodore dropped her off, and she figured that Conrad was meeting with a couple of his colleagues in his office.

"Maeve," she heard Conrad's voice call from the top of the stairs.

She paused - shutting her eyes for a minute while taking in a deep breath before turning around.

"Yes?" She asked, forcing a smile while digging her nails into her palms.

"Can you bring a bottle of scotch into the office, please? I'm holding a meeting."

Maeve gave a small nod. "Of course - give me just a minute."

Her eyes didn't leave Conrad's form as he retreated back into his office.

Already trying to calm herself down, Maeve walked into the kitchen and grabbed the decanter that housed some of their scotch. She decided that three glasses was enough as he usually didn't have more than two colleagues up there at a time for these sorts of meetings.

She made her way up the stairs and knocked on the office door before entering. Her eyes were trained on her feet as she set the decanter and glasses down on Conrad's desk.

As she turned around, her eyes caught sight of the chestnut colored curls she knew so well, and she stopped.

Maeve's lips parted as she stared at Harry, but she quickly continued moving to not draw attention. Her hand wrapped around the doorknob, barely having turned it before Conrad spoke.

"Hold on a minute, Maeve," she heard him say.

She stared at the door for a moment before turning around, giving him another forced smile.

Harry swallowed harshly as he sat there, his gaze avoiding Maeve at all costs, but he was itching to see her after their green eyes had connected just a second ago.

"Need me to get another glass? I didn't realize there were four of you," Maeve stated, bringing her hands behind her back to anxiously fiddle with her fingers.

Conrad just lifted his hand, beckoning for her to come back over to him with his fingers, and she obliged. He quickly reached out to capture one of her wrists, and Maeve jumped - looking up into his eyes.

"It's not about the glass, I was going to ask if you were even going to greet me," He grinned, pulling her closer to him - releasing her wrist to move his arm around her waist. "I haven't seen you all day."

Maeve cleared her throat, tugging nervously on the hem of her dress with her free hand. "I'm sorry, I just...you have guests. You don't usually like to be disturbed when they're here."

"Nonsense, I called you in here, right?" He asked, but she knew that the tone he was carrying was not one of want for her. His tone was laced with faux adoration, and it caused her stomach to churn. "Come on."

Leaning down, Conrad ran his nose against Maeve's cheekbone, causing her to suck in a deep breath. She felt his lips getting closer to hers as his hand slipped down to grope her ass, and she quickly turned her head - shutting her eyes tight. "Conrad, please," she pleaded. "I'm uncomfortable doing this with them here."