All Chapters of The Millionaire Ghost: Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

   Okay, when Maisie agreed for Zach to follow her to work, she didn't know what would happen. In her defense, she never knew he would be telling her little snippets about people making her to almost laugh out loud and make others look at her as if she was crazy.   And she didn't know that he would be possessive too. Anytime Anthony came close to her, Zach went stiff and she knew that it was a matter of time before Zach would attack Anthony either in a fit of rage or just to make Anthony leave her alone. He was kind of suffocating her by always being in her space and treating her like an invalid.     And she knew that she wouldn't even bat an eyelash if Zach chose to step in. Still, Zach has been looking in over her shoulders since they got to her working place and she still didn't feel as if Zach was suffocating her.   Maisie shut down that thought as she

    Towards the end of the day, Mr. Huggins came to her desk again but this time it was to tell her that a higher-up wants to see her.     " God, I am tired. Why can't they let you go? You have a headache injury, they should have forced you to go home at lunch. " Zach complains as Maisie shook her head at him.   " I am not the one complaining. You are. " Maisie said.    " You need to do the complaining for me since I can't be seen or heard. "   " You can go home or sit here and wait for me. I need to go and see what this is about. " Maisie said as she left.    Zach sighs as he forced himself to stand and follow Maisie's footsteps. He came to protect her and as much as he wanted to fade into nothing and rest, he knew he couldn't do that. Normally making himself visible for Maisie to see throug

   When Zach could control himself, he appeared with his back against the wall. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew that it was not natural, he also knew that he couldn't tell Maisie about it. She already had a lot going on and he didn't want to add this one too and he knew that Maisie will make it take precedence to her other obligations.  So, all he needed to do right now was to pretend everything was alright and the first step to that was apologizing for his words the next morning because he knew that Maisie won't leave her room this night.    ****   Maisie came out of her room the next morning and took in the arranged state of the sitting room. Zach followed her to her working place yesterday so that means that he must have tidied up when she was in her room.  Without her approval, her lips curved into

      Shit! What was he thinking? Zach paced the sitting room in an agitated state. He shouldn't have cuddled with Maisie last night, but he couldn't help himself. At least here didn't do anything extremely stupid like kissing her although he was severely tempted to.    He was bad for Maisie, he didn't need his memories to know that. Yet he couldn't help how drawn to her he was.    And when they woke up this morning in each other's arms, he knew that he needed to put some boundaries between them. He knew that he had gotten comfortable and he wished that if there was any way he couldn't be alive just so that he would get to know Maisie and be with her, he would take it, no matter the cost it took from him so far, he gets to spend more time with Maisie and explore this connection they have between them, as a human.    He would give anyt

    Maisie couldn't believe she just blurted out her feelings like that, in that situation.  What had she been thinking? That was right, she wasn't thinking. She was feeling and she couldn't put a lid on her emotions, and it came out of her mouth at the most inappropriate time.  She breathed as she rested her back on the chair, who cares if it came out the most inappropriate time, Zach will soon disappear from her life forever anyway, it is not like she will live with someone always reminding her of her method of confession.     Maisie tried to remove her mind from everything related to Zach as she forced herself to face what was spread on her desk. The charts, which Zach helped her to construct. God! How could she take her mind off him when every dawn thing reminds her of him? Every place she turns to in the office reminds her of when Zach did something either funny or anno