Novels by Essie E

Brittney’s pov.The moment I heard Jordan’s voice, I instinctively reached for my handkerchief, wiping my face in an hurry. I didn’t want him to see me like this. But he was already beside me. His warm palm cupped my cheek so gently that it made my breath hitch. “Britt… are you okay?”His eyes searched mine, his thumb brushing just beneath where a tear had fallen. There was concern in his gaze, mixed with frustration. Like he hated seeing me this way but didn’t know how to fix it. I let out a weak laugh trying to play it off. “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just going through my stuffs….. something flew into my eye. Lame, so lame. I didn’t even believe myself. His brows furrowed. “You sure?” I nodded and he studied me for a moment. “Thank God,” he murmured. His hand dropped from my face and reached for my hand. “C’mon let’s go to bed.” I hesistated, “I’m fine here.”“No, you’re not,” he said gently, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You need rest and that couch is evil.”I glanced

Brittney’s pov.I heard a soft knock on the door. At first I was shocked cause I wondered why someone would come knocking on my door by this hour. “Brittney are you there?”I immediately figured it was Jordan and jumped out of my bed to open the door. He looked like he had just fought an unseen battle. Beads of sweat formed in his forehead and on his arm and I stared at him with wide eyes. “Can I come in?”I stepped aside without a word, letting him in. He muttered a quiet “thanks” as he walked past me, clearly uncomfortable. The room was dim, just the soft glow from a bedside lamp illuminating his flushed face and sweat-drenched shirt. “What happened to you?” I asked, closing the door behind him.“The air conditioning in my room is broken,” he said, running a hand through his damp hair. “It’s like a sauna in there. I called the manager, but they can’t fix it untill morning. And apparently, the hotel’s fully booked.”I frowned, my eyes flicking to the single bed behind me. “So…. y

Jordan’s pov.Flashback (4 years ago)We were celebrating, after we just hit a new deal. Ryan and I had been working, having sleepless nights and tonight was meant to be our victory. Phoebe tagged along at my insistence. She loved the glam, the exictement, the way Ryan looked at her like she was the only one in the room. They had just started seeing each other, and even though I had my doubts, I kept them to myself. That night, the champagne flowed too freely. Music blared, laughter filled the air. I had one drink too many and handed Ryan the keys. Pheobe was too tired and needed to get home. I should have left them leave. Cause 20 minutes later, the crash happened. The police said Ryan was speeding on black ice, lost control, hit a guardrail, and spun into the ravine. He walked away with a broken arm and a cut above his brow. While pheobe couldn’t move.She was airlifted to the hospital, with internal bleeding, a collapsed lung and a severe spinal injury. The doctors said she m

Brittney’s povWe finally arrived at the resort. The private lounge of Aspen Grand summit hotel. It was a quiet haven of soft leather seating, dim lighting, and a crackling fireplace that added warmth to the crisp mountain air sneaking through the glass walls.Snow flurries gently outside the floor-to-ceiling window painting the perfect winter scene.I sat on a velvet council near the fire, my tablet on my lap, while Jordan nursed a drink across from me while we wait for Laurent.“Laurent is running late.” He said, glancing at his watch.I looked up, “do you think he forgot? Or traffic got the best of him?”“Laurent? Forget about a meeting involving luxury? Stop playing.”I chuckled and my gaze landed on the window. “This place is beautiful though. Almost made me forget were here for work.”“I could make you enjoy your stay here.” He whispered and I could feel the hair at the back of my neck rising.I swallowed and sat upright, as we waited for Laurent. “You must be hungry.” Jordan s

Brittney’s pov.The moment the plane took off, I knew I was in trouble. Not because I was scared of flying, though my heart had nearly leapt out of my chest when we left the ground but because of him.Jordan sat across from me, completely at ease, scrolling through his phone like we weren’t thirty thousand feet in the air. I, on the other hand, couldn’t focus on anything except how ridiculously unfair it was that he looked that good while doing absolutely nothing. I exhaled and turned to look out the window, hoping the view would distract me. It didn’t. The sky stretched endlessly around us, clouds rolling beneath like waves, but even that wasn’t enough to stop me from stealing glances at him. Big mistake.His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows reavealing strong forearms, his watch catching the soft cabin light as he absentmindedly tapped his thumb against his knee. He looked composed except for the grip on his phone, just tight enough to make me wonder. Was he feeling it too?

Brittney’s povI checked my reflection for the tenth time, smoothing my blouse and second-guessing my outfit. It was just a work trip.Just a business meeting. Just me and Jordan. Alone.I groaned, tossing another blouse into my suitcase and immediately regretting it. Was it too formal? Too casual? Too…suggestive?From the couch, flora let out a dramatic sigh. “You do realize you’re just going to work, right? Not a romantic getaway.” I shot her a glare. “I know that.” She smirked. “Then why are you packing like you’re meeting a sugar daddy?”I grabbed a pillow and chucked it at her and she dodged it easily, laughing. Flopping onto my bed, I exhaled. “I don’t want things to be weird.” Flora wiggled her eyebrows. “Weird? or hot?” I threw another pillow at her. I’m She caught it, grinning. “Look, I get it. You’re flying to Aspen with your hot CEO, staying at a luxury resort, and pretending that you’re just his assistant. But we both know there’s something there.” I scoffed. “Th