The Intern Vol. 2

By: Brooke Cumberland



It’s been hard to let anyone in after that. I went back to one-nighters and emotionless sex—that was until I met Ceci.

I curse the second I realize she’s left. I text her how sorry I am and beg her to come back and talk with me. I know she’s humiliated, but my parents are the last thing we need to worry about right now. As long as no one in my office finds out, we’re in the clear until her internship is over, and then I don’t fucking care who knows.

I’ve called her thirty-six times in the past six days. No answer. I’ve emailed nine times. No response.

Nothing.

By Friday, I can barely take it. I don’t know if she’ll show up for her internship on Saturday. I don’t know if she’ll ever talk to me again, and I hardly understand why.

I’m filled with so much rage, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand seeing her without slamming her against my desk and fucking her until she comes to her senses. I wouldn’t even stop if my own mother walked in.

I’m agitated the entire day. I snap at everyone who tries to speak to me. Even my own secretary flipped me off when I told her where to shove that piece of shit stapler.

I need to see her. I can’t wait another fucking night. It’s killing me. I don’t know what she’s doing, what she must be thinking or who the hell she could be with.

I dig into her intern application and find her home address. If she’s going to insist on hiding from me, I’m just going to have to find her.



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After showering and getting dressed, I head out. I anticipate she’ll be pissed, but I don’t care. I’m not letting her walk away without giving me answers first.

I pull up to her house and notice it’s in a nice neighborhood, mainly filled with families and children. I begin sweating nervously, unsure if I should get out or not. This isn’t where I expected a college-aged student to live with a household of roommates. Perhaps they were renting from a family or she was living with hers?

I wipe my hands on my jeans and get out. I walk to the front and knock firmly on the door. My nerves eat at me until a young woman opens the door, her eyes bulge out of her face as she scans my body.

“Good evening, I’m sorry to bother you—”

“Yes.” She licks her lips seductively. “Whatever you’re selling, I’ll take it.” Her lips form a flirtatious grin.

I grin and stifle a laugh before responding. “Um, sorry I’m not selling anything. I’m actually just looking for someone. Ceci? Ceci West. Does she live here?”

Her smile instantly drops and she frowns. “Ceci?” Her eyebrows rise in question. “Sorry, she’s not here.”

I exhale, disappointed. I shift uncomfortably before asking, “Do you know where she is? Or when she’ll be back?”

She cocks a hip. “Who are you? And what do you want with my little sister?”

“Little sister?” My eyebrows narrow. “Like a sorority?”

She laughs. “No…like I’m her big sister.” She puts her hand out in front of me. “I’m Casey West. It’s nice to meet you—”

My body tenses. No, freezes. Hell, I don’t know what the fuck it does, but I’m stunned shocked. My body’s autopilot takes over as I grab her hand in mine and shake hers.

“Casey, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Bentley.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” She continues her seductive tone. “I can let her know you stopped by. She’s hanging with Simon tonight. She’ll probably get in late, but I can—”

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just, um, catch up with her later.” I nod pleasantly and make my way back to my car.

I can’t control the emotions flooding in as I take in what I just learned.

Casey.

Shit.

It’s not even her fucking name!

And who the hell is Simon?

My mother’s words reluctantly re-enter my mind… Make sure she isn’t another Hannah.

Fuck.



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End of Volume Two

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