Novels by Martiny .B

I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. After we picked out those red clothes, we ended up choosing even more some casual pieces, so me corporate outfits, and I even grabbed a pair of boots and loafers. It was starting to feel like too much, but he just looked at me and said,“Eva, whatever you buy here won’t even be noticeable in my bank account.”Now, the next day at the office, I’m wearing one of the clothes he got me a flowery gown paired with socks and loafers. And honestly, I loved it.“Good morning, Eva.” Liam strolled in carrying a couple of bags and handed one to me.“Got you brunch, beautiful. I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so I just grabbed loaded fries and ice cream for dessert.”I grabbed the bag from his hand, grinning. “Are you trying to get me fat?”He shrugged and walked over to Veronica, handing her a bag too. She fluttered her lashes at him, but Liam didn’t even seem to notice. Instead, he pulled out his sandwich and started chewing.Liam and I had been talking a

“Yeah you’re making me a boy with luv ““Oh my my my ““Oh my my my “ I’d never thought luxury could feel so… cozy.It was Saturday morning, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t have to wake up at 4a.m. to cater to anyone. No suit to iron. No high heels to strap on. No Veronica. Just me, my fuzzy socks, and Jungkook’s vocals echoing through the ceiling speakers.“I’ve waited all my life .”“Ne jeonbuleul hamkke hago sip-eo”I belted out the lyrics to Buy with luv, completely off-key and entirely unapologetic, dancing through the living room of my brand-new apartment.Dancing wasn’t just something I did when no one was watching. It was muscle memory. Years of YouTube tutorials and stress-relief sessions had made me ridiculously good at it. Not to brag… but okay, I was bragging.I paused to catch my breath, brushing my curls out of my face as I grinned.This was freedom.This was me.And this apartment? It was everything15 Central Park West. The foyer opened into

In the end, only eight of the marketing firms were available to meet today. Not bad, considering the last-minute scheduling and Mr. Jerk-Face’s unrealistic expectations.I sighed as I drove back from Caffè Fiore, his coffee in the cup holder next to me, the scent sharp and bitter.Of course, I wasn’t going to suffer alone.I sipped my strawberry matcha boba tea with a satisfied hum, then laughed quietly at first, then full-blown maniacal. I’d bought my drink and a little treat. With his card.A box of glazed donuts and a chocolate cream croissant sat beside me on the seat.One for me. One for him.Was I bribing my boss into being tolerable? Maybe. Was I also slowly draining his account one overpriced boba at a time? Absolutely.I smirked as I turned into the parking garage.“Hi Cheryl Good morning.You look amazing today “ I said skipping into the hall “Awwn thanks darling you look dashing too “she replied I gave her a little twirl in my black flared gown, which I’d paired with chunk

I didn’t even bother knocking.I slammed open the glass door to Julian Salvatore’s office with the fury of a goddess, the folder clenched in my hand .He was standing by the bar in the corner of his office, pouring something that looked far too strong for ten a.m. probably whiskey. The man turned his head lazily, that same infuriatingly calm expression on his face.“Miss Eva,” he said, as if he’d been expecting me. “To what do I owe this abrupt appearance?”I marched in, slamming the folder on the bar in front of his face“I read your contract.”“Ah,” he said, taking a sip from his glass. “And?”“And?” I echoed, throwing the folder onto the nearest table. “And what the actual hell, Salvatore? ‘No red pens’? Weekend breaks? A drive of thirtyminutes for a lukewarm Americano?”He raised an eyebrow, walked over to his desk, and leaned against it, watching me like I was the most amusing thing he’d seen all day.“First of all its Mr Salvatore and are you saying you find the terms unreasonabl

I stood in front of the massive door that led to Mr. Salvatore’s office, panting and drenched in sweat.Of course his office had to be on the top floor and of course the elevator was under maintenance on my first day. I’d climbed what felt like a thousand steps in heels, praying not to pass out halfway up.I quickly wiped the sweat off my face, adjusted my dress, and knocked.No response.I knocked again. Still nothing.So I pushed the door open and blinked.It wasn’t his office. It was some sort of mini-reception. And seated behind a sleek desk was a woman obnoxiously chewing gum while typing away at a laptop.“Um… I’m here to see Mr. Salvatore,” I said, still trying to catch my breath.She didn’t answer. Didn’t even glance up. Just kept typing with her perfectly manicured nails.“Excuse me,” I repeated, louder this time.With an exaggerated sigh, she removed her glasses and looked at me like I’d just ruined her dayl.She was gorgeous I’ll give her that. Smoky eyes, glossy lips, and

Ravens & Co. was perched in the upper floors of 550 Madison Avenue, right in the heart of Midtown Manhattan. Two hours that’s how long it took me to get there from my apartment in Brooklyn. Two. Whole. Hours. That meant waking up at an ungodly hour, navigating a tangle of subway lines, and braving Manhattan’s pre-office chaos. I hadn’t even had time for coffee.But I couldn’t deny it that the building was stunning.Tall and gleaming under the early morning sun, it had to be at least twenty stories high. The sleek glass façade reflected the sky so perfectly.The entrance was wide and welcoming, with well-dressed employees flowing in and out like clockwork.As I stepped through the revolving doors, the soft sound of ambient music greeted me, calming and luxurious, like the kind you’d hear in a five-star spa. Of course, the interior was just as beautiful ,no, more beautiful.The reception hall was a masterpiece. The ceilings were impossibly high, adorned with crystal chandeliers that glit