The Email [Yandere Boss x Reader]

Chapter 27 - STAY!

The morning light seeped through the heavy curtains of my hotel room, casting a warm glow over the luxurious furnishings. I blinked groggily, my head pounding slightly from the drinks last night.

God, what a night... I thought as I stretched lazily, the events of the evening swirling in my mind.

I had a vague recollection of being in the bar, flirting with some guy, and then... My thoughts trailed off as I tried to grasp the blurry images. Hayes had been there, too, looking as composed as ever, even when things had started to get out of hand.

But what happened after that?

I sat up slowly, rubbing my temples. My heart skipped a beat as fragments of the night came flooding back—the man leaning in too close, Hayes grabbing his wrist, and then... the knife.

No, that couldn't be right.

It had to be a bad dream.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the disturbing images. The room was quiet, almost too quiet, and I could hear the faint sound of water running in the adjoining bathroom.

Hayes is probably getting ready,

Maybe I should just talk to him and get some clarity.

As I pushed the covers aside and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, a flash of movement caught my eye. I turned towards the bathroom door, which was slightly ajar. Hayes stood at the sink, his back to me, methodically cleaning something.

What is he doing?

Curiosity got the better of me, and I stood up, padding quietly across the plush carpet towards the bathroom. As I approached, the metallic glint of a blade in Hayes's hands sent a chill down my spine.

No... it wasn't a dream.

I stopped in my tracks, watching as Hayes carefully wiped the knife clean with a cloth, his movements precise and deliberate. The realization hit me like a freight train—what I had hoped was a figment of my imagination was horrifyingly real.

He actually stabbed that guy.

What does this mean?

Hayes looked up, catching my reflection in the mirror. His eyes met mine, and for a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence was thick with unspoken tension.

"Good morning," he said calmly, as if he hadn't just been sanitizing a weapon.

How can he be so nonchalant?

"Morning," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "What... what are you doing?"

He turned, holding the now-clean knife loosely in his hand. "Just taking care of a loose end," he said smoothly, setting the knife down on the counter.

Taking care of a loose end?

Is that what he calls this?

"Hayes, we need to talk about last night," I began, my mind racing. "What happened at the bar... did you really...?"

"Stab him?" Hayes finished for me, his expression unreadable. "Yes, I did."

"But why?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Why did you do that?"

Hayes sighed and stepped towards me, his gaze intense. "He was a threat. To us, to our safety. I couldn't just stand by and let him get away with it."

But he was just a random guy at a bar.

Was he really that dangerous?

"You can't just go around stabbing people," I protested, feeling a surge of panic. "We could get in serious trouble."

"Trust me," Hayes said, his tone firm. "I've handled it. There's nothing to worry about."

Handled it?

"I can't believe this is happening," I murmured, more to myself than to him. "What if someone saw? What if the police...?"

Hayes reached out and took my hands in his, his grip reassuring yet unyielding. "Listen to me," he said, his voice steady. "No one saw anything. And no one is going to find out. You're safe with me."

I pulled my hands free, taking a step back. "This is too much, Hayes. We can't just pretend like nothing happened."

"You're right," he conceded, his expression softening slightly. "But we have to be smart about this. Panic won't help us."

Panic?

How can he be so calm?

"What are we supposed to do now?" I asked, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "We can't just go on like everything's normal."

"We need to stick to our plan," Hayes said firmly. "We'll continue with the business meetings, keep up appearances. And above all, stay calm."

Keep up appearances?

How can I focus on work after what happened?

I nodded slowly, my mind still reeling. "Okay," I said finally. "But you have to promise me something."

"Anything," Hayes replied, his gaze unwavering.

"No more violence," I said, my voice firm. "I don't care what the situation is. We can't keep doing this."

Hayes hesitated for a moment before nodding. "I promise," he said quietly. "No more violence."

Can I trust him?

After everything that's happened?

As he turned back to the sink, I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. The reality of our situation was sinking in, and I knew that whatever happened next, there was no turning back.

With one last glance at Hayes, I turned and walked back into the room, my mind racing with thoughts of what the future might hold.

Whatever comes next, I have to stay strong.

For both of us.