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~Joanne~ Alexander Blackwell stood in front of me. All tailored suit, chiseled jawline and icy blue eyes that could probably freeze the soul He stood towering before me, making me doubt my actual height. I was a proud 5’7 but standing before him made me feel small For a moment I forgot the suspension. I forgot what even brought me here. All I could think was: Holy hell. He's even hotter up close than in pictures. He was staring at me with one brow raised. Irritation etched in his brows and his lips pursed into a thin line. And damn it— those lips looked dangerously sexy. The light throb on my forehead snapped me back to reality. Then it suddenly dawned on me that I was standing there openly ogling my boss in front of his secretaries and assistants. My cheeks flared crimson. I straightened up quickly, pushing my hair behind my ear, trying to salvage whatever dignity I had left. “I didn’t really mean to barge in like that,” I said, my voice a little too fast, a little too

~Joanne~ The office felt like it hadn't fully woken up yet. Most desks were still empty. Only a handful of people arrived and they barely filled up the space. ‘I guess today I was part of the punctual workers’ I murmured good morning greetings to my co-workers with my signature fake smile plastered on my face. They were already clustered in small groups, gossiping like the day hadn’t just started. “Good morning to you too Joanne,” one of my colleagues bothered to respond. “Hope you had a good night's rest,” he added, trying to strike a conversation. “Yh, I did. Thank you,” I replied,brushing it off with a short nod. Without another glance in his direction, I made my way to my desk and settled down— preparing myself mentally for the hectic day ahead. “I noticed you didn't report to work yesterday” Someone said from behind me.I didn’t need to turn around to know it was the same guy from earlier. He was really

~Joanne~ The moment I stepped into the house and picked up my phone, I was hit with a notification: 32 missed calls.Twenty-seven from Stella, three from Sam, and two from an unknown number. “Holy sh*t.”Stella must’ve really tried to break my phone in half. Messages were also flooding in and they were mostly from Stella.> Where on earth are you, fat-ass? Please return my calls 😭😭😭😭😭I could already picture her expression as she typed that — worry laced with that signature Stella flair.Indeed, I had a sizable ass but turning it into a nickname was crazy. A message from Sam slid in next:> Where are you, Anne? Are you okay? Please call me back, my love. I rolled my eyesSometimes I genuinely wondered how he managed to juggle his endless cheating with a possessive, borderline-insane girlfriend. He was a cranky pervert and I'd rather scrub gas station toilets than have anything to do with him so without hesitation, I blocked his num

~Alexander~ I was already in a foul mood so early in the morning as I headed towards the board room. The latest headline plastered across the news had been almost amusing,— "Power, Privacy, and Preference: Is Alexander Blackwell More Than He Appears?”. Typically, yes, I'm more than I appear but being homosexual is definitely not part of it. Reporters were always hungry and starving for a story they could sink their claws into. Something scandalous. Something they could twist until it resembled the truth. I knew someone was behind it, the Media won't be stupid enough to dig into dangerous territory. The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped into the room and immediately, the room went quiet— not out of respect but out of fear. After a few minutes of silence, a ‘good morning sir’ that I didn't bother to respond followed me to my seat before the quietness returned again.I let the silence hang as I scanned the faces around the table. Some avoided my gaze while others fidgeted. I

~Joanne~ I didn't know when I stood up or walked out of Dr. Steve's office.I just found myself in the ICU hallway with my hands trembling.The hallway was cold with the thick stench of antiseptic hovering in the air. It was filled with beeping sounds echoing from different rooms in the hallway, blending into a background noise one can't ignore. I hated hospitals so much because they've never brought me any good memories. It had always been part of the worst moments of my life bearing witness to the times I felt like giving up. I could already feel the familiar tightness rising in my throat. I really needed a shoulder to lean on and cry my ass out, but after so many years life taught me to become that shoulder for myself. It taught me that I couldn't cry, break down or run away, all I could do was face whatever life threw at me and so I stood there like I've always done but this time around I didn't know if I was ready to chest whatever it threw my way. The doctor told me Na

~Joanne~ The silence wasn't really silent, I could hear the drumming of my heartbeat in my ears, the ticking sounds of the clock at the end of the hallway seemed louder than usual. I had never been so conscious of time than now. It's been two hours since Nate was rushed into the ER. I'm becoming impatient, I need to be sure he's fine. ***Earlier that day*** “Wake up sleepyhead it's almost time for school”. I said while pulling on Nate's blanket. He groans, letting out an “urghm” sound that I'm not satisfied with. “You could be late for school” I said this time around ruffling his hair knowing he hates it so much. “Shit…please stop touching my hair” “Language, Nate,” I cautioned him with a scrunched up face “I'm a grown-ass man” he replied grumpily as he made his way out of the bed. “Grown-ass man my foot” I muttered under my breath as I rolled my eyes “Hurry up I'm off to prepare breakfast” I said while walking out of his room with a satisfied smile on my face.