Novels by Misty Jay_O

Zack’s POV I got into my office and settled down when I received a call from an important client that wants to invest in my company. "Hi Mr. Jones, when do you wish to come?" I asked eagerly. "Yeah Zack, I called concerning that. I don’t think that would be possible again. Or if it will be eventually possible, we need to move it forward," he said solemnly. "But why?" I inquired, feeling a knot of frustration forming in my stomach. "It’s because of the scandal few minutes ago, it’s all over the internet. We don’t need that kind of negative publicity before the collaboration," he explained apologetically. "Alright, no problem," I said, trying to keep my tone even despite the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. "I’m not questioning your sexuality or judging you," he added hastily, sensing my unease. "Mr. Jones, I have a meeting now. Can we talk some other time?" I asked, my patience wearing thin. "No problem Mr. Samuels," he replied, the line going silent as I hu

Sara’s POV “Really? Why didn’t you introduce her to me as your girlfriend earlier?” Zack’s grandfather said, his eyes filled with warmth and curiosity as he looked at me. “You look very beautiful,” he added, his tone genuine as he complimented me. “Thank you so much, sir,” I replied with gratitude, feeling a bit flustered by the unexpected attention. “Oh please, there’s no need to be too formal,” he said playfully, breaking the tension with his easygoing manner. His playful demeanor put me at ease, and I couldn't help but smile in response, though I couldn't shake the uncertainty of what this encounter meant for Zack and me. As I glanced at Zack, unsure whether to address him as my boyfriend or something else, I caught a fleeting glimpse of emotion in his eyes—a mixture of apprehension and something I couldn't quite decipher. Before Zack's grandfather could continue, a young man in a black suit approached him and whispered something in his ear. “Alright, tell him we

Sara’s POV Soon, it was time for me to prepare for the party. I did a very light makeup and wore a black knee length dress. When I was done dressing up, I looked outside my window and saw a familiar black car coming towards my apartment. I quickly picked my bag and the things I’ll be needing at the party and stepped outside not before locking the door. The sleek black car pulled up to the curb outside my apartment building, its engine purring softly as the driver awaited my exit. My heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and nerves as I stepped out onto the sidewalk, smoothing down the fabric of my dress in a futile attempt to calm my racing thoughts. "Good evening, miss," the driver greeted me with a polite nod. "Good evening," I replied, offering a nervous smile in return. The short drive to the event venue was filled with a tense silence, broken only by the occasional hum of passing traffic. My mind raced with questions and uncertainties, wondering what awaited

Zack’s POV In the midst of a busy airport, my phone buzzed insistently, disrupting the chaotic hum of travelers around me. With a sigh, I glanced at the caller ID: "Grandfather." I answered, bracing myself for the inevitable lecture on romance and duty. "Zack, my boy," his voice crackled through the line, carrying the weight of years of tradition and expectation. "Have you proposed to Nora yet?" I swallowed hard, the memory of Nora's betrayal still fresh in my mind. "No, Grandfather," I replied, struggling to keep the bitterness out of my tone. "I haven't had the chance." "Well, make the time, Zack," he insisted, his voice unwavering. "She's a wonderful girl, and I want to see you settled before I'm gone." The guilt weighed heavy on my shoulders as I promised to do my best, knowing deep down that my heart belonged elsewhere. Little did I know, fate had other plans in store, plans that would lead me down a path of unexpected twists and turns, ultimately reshaping the v

Sara’s POV The next day, I arrived at the office eager to resume my duties as an accountant, just as Zack had instructed the previous day. As I approached the front desk, I greeted the receptionist with a friendly smile. "Good morning, Jane," I said cheerfully. "I'm here to see Mr. Samuels." Jane, the receptionist, returned my smile warmly. "Good morning, Sara," she replied. "Mr. Samuels is expecting you. You can go right in." Grateful for her pleasant demeanor, I nodded appreciatively before making my way to Zack's office, steeling myself for whatever awaited me inside. As I entered the office, Zack looked up from his desk, his expression cold and indifferent. "Ms. Miles," he greeted, his voice dripping with disdain. "I trust you're here to discuss your new role." I bristled at his condescending tone but forced myself to remain composed. "Yes, Mr. Samuels," I replied evenly, refusing to let his hostility faze me. Zack leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he

Sara’s POV As I entered the interview room, my heart was still pounding from the encounter with Zack in the lobby. I took a seat opposite him, trying to maintain my composure despite the nerves that threatened to consume me. Zack wasted no time, immediately requesting for my documents. With trembling hands, I handed over my resume and references, my eyes fixed on him as he scrutinized each page. The silence stretched between us, tension thick in the air as I waited for his verdict. To my surprise, Zack looked up from the documents with a nod of approval. "Impressive credentials, Ms. Miles," he remarked, his tone surprisingly neutral. "You seem to have the qualifications we're looking for." Relief flooded through me at his words, a weight lifting from my shoulders. "Thank you, Mr. Samuels," I replied earnestly, gratitude coloring my tone. "I assure you, I won't disappoint." Zack's lips curved into a faint smile, though his eyes remained unreadable. "I hope not," he repli