Novelas de Zane wilder

Morning comes too quickly. Not in a poetic way. Not in a “new beginning” kind of way. Just… too quickly. I had changed my outfit three times before finally settling on this one. The first outfit was too formal. Sharp navy trousers, silk blouse, heels high enough that they were almost impossible to walk in. I had stared at myself in the mirror for exactly ten seconds before deciding I looked like I was preparing for a courtroom battle instead of a construction site. The second was somehow worse. Cream blouse. Soft grey flared skirt. Minimal makeup. Emily had walked into my room, taken one look at me, and said carefully, “Respectfully, babes… you look like you’re going on a date.” I changed immediately. The third outfit annoyed me most because I couldn’t explain why I hated it. I just knew I did. Something about it looked too deliberate. Too carefully effortless. Like I cared. Which I absolutely did not. So this is where I ended up. Charcoal tailored trousers

I spend the rest of the morning pretending I’m unaffected. Pretending the flowers by my window don’t keep catching my attention every five minutes. Pretending the cheesecake sitting untouched beside my laptop isn’t distracting me. Pretending Alexander Sterling hasn’t completely invaded my peace in less than forty-eight hours. It’s embarrassing, honestly. “Ma’am?” I look up from my screen. Felicia stands in the doorway again, tablet in hand. “Mr. Sterling’s assistant just sent over the project schedule.” Of course he did. “Okay,” I reply calmly. Too calmly. Her lips twitch like she knows exactly how hard I’m trying to act normal. Traitor. She steps inside and places the tablet on my desk. “The first site inspection is tomorrow morning. Apparently Mr. Sterling will also be present.” I freeze for exactly half a second. Then I recover. “That’s unnecessary. CEOs don’t usually attend site inspections.” Felicia gives me a look. “Maybe he’s very dedicated t

try to work.I really do.But the words on the screen blur together, refusing to make sense no matter how many times Iread them.I scroll back up.Read the same paragraph again.And again.Nothing.A quiet frustration builds in my chest. I’ve been on this same page for almost thirty minutes now.Focus, Anastasia.I straighten in my chair, forcing myself to concentrate. There’s too much at stake for me to bedistracted by a man.A client.A stranger.My jaw tightens.He’s a stranger.So why—“Sia.”My grip tightens on the mouse.I haven’t heard that name in years.Not since—I stop the thought before it can finish.No.I’m not doing this.I shake my head, like I can physically rid myself of the memories, and force my attention back tothe screen.Useless.“It’s your favourite.”My jaw clenches.Of course he remembers.Like he didn’t disappear without a w

try to work.I really do.But the words on the screen blur together, refusing to make sense no matter how many times Iread them.I scroll back up.Read the same paragraph again.And again.Nothing.A quiet frustration builds in my chest. I’ve been on this same page for almost thirty minutes now.Focus, Anastasia.I straighten in my chair, forcing myself to concentrate. There’s too much at stake for me to bedistracted by a man.A client.A stranger.My jaw tightens.He’s a stranger.So why—“Sia.”My grip tightens on the mouse.I haven’t heard that name in years.Not since—I stop the thought before it can finish.No.I’m not doing this.I shake my head, like I can physically rid myself of the memories, and force my attention back tothe screen.Useless.“It’s your favourite.”My jaw clenches.Of course he remembers.Like he didn’t disappear without a w

By the next morning, I convince myself I’m overreacting. It’s ridiculous, honestly. One encounter with Alexander and suddenly I can’t focus properly, can’t think straight, can’t go ten minutes without replaying his voice in my head. Pathetic. By the time I arrive at work, I’ve shoved most of it aside. Or at least pretended to. “Good morning, ma’am,” Felicia says as I walk into my office. “Morning.” I place my bag on my desk and flip open the files waiting for me. Work. Normalcy. That’s what I need. “You have a meeting with Rick Comapny, the project at Bridgewood Avenue is in progress and they need some supervision and the files on the table are for the new project” “Ok Felicia, thanks” I say “Also…” Felicia hesitates. I glance up. “What is it?” “There’s a delivery for you.” I frown slightly. “A delivery?” She nods and steps aside. And my breath catches. Peonies. Soft blush and white peonies spill from the bouquet arranged carefully in a crysta

try to work.I really do.But the words on the screen blur together, refusing to make sense no matter how many times Iread them.I scroll back up.Read the same paragraph again.And again.Nothing.A quiet frustration builds in my chest. I’ve been on this same page for almost thirty minutes now.Focus, Anastasia.I straighten in my chair, forcing myself to concentrate. There’s too much at stake for me to bedistracted by a man.A client.A stranger.My jaw tightens.He’s a stranger.So why—“Sia.”My grip tightens on the mouse.I haven’t heard that name in years.Not since—I stop the thought before it can finish.No.I’m not doing this.I shake my head, like I can physically rid myself of the memories, and force my attention back tothe screen.Useless.“It’s your favourite.”My jaw clenches.Of course he remembers.Like he didn’t disappear without a word.Like he didn’t just… vanish.A sharp breath escapes me as I push my chair back slightly.“Ma’am?”I look up.Felicia stands a