Araceli's Pov I stood by the window and watched as a sleek black car pulled up in front of my apartment building, its gleaming surface reflecting the rising sun. I was no longer the nervous wreck I had been last night, my nervousness has been replaced by a flicker of curiosity. My phone buzzed and as expected, It was Zayn. "My driver is parked at the front of your apartment Araceli." "Okay Sir, I will be down in a minute. I grabbed my pink coloured single suitcase and double-checked my purse, a tremor of excitement coursing through my veins. Stepping out of the building, I walked towards the car, heads snapped in my direction, eyes widening in surprise, as I neared the car, even the children couldn't help but gape at the high-end luxury brand. The driver, a young man in a crisp black suit who looked to be in his mid thirties, stood by the door and held it open as I approached. "Miss Araceli?" He asked to confirm, his smile bright and warming. "Yes Sir." I confirmed, a h
Aracelli's LoveI jolted awake to the blaring of my alarm, heart pounding as I glanced at the clock. 5:00 PM. I had to be at work at 8:00 PM, and I was still cocooned in my rumpled bedsheets, the late afternoon sunlight filtering in through the blinds. Panic surged through me as I fumbled for my phone, squinting at the screen through bleary eyes. Three hours. I had three hours to transform myself from this disheveled mess to the polished str*pper my boss expected.Throwing the covers aside, l stumbled into the small bathroom, the cold tiles shocking me awake as I turned on the shower. As the water cascaded down my body, I mentally recited my to-do list; pick out an outfit for tonight, order something to eat at drive through, feed the cat and drop off freshly made salads for Mrs Mackenzie, my sweet neighbor. But beneath the scramble to get ready for work, a gnawing worry tugged at my thoughts, working late into the nights was becoming a bother as some shi**y activities has been going o
Fraya's Pov As the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, I stirred from my sleep, squinting as my eyes adjusted to the brightness. I gently got up, trying not to wake the sleeping male who was still snoring lightly. My mind was already reeling with the busy day ahead. I made my way to the kitchen and set the coffee machine whirring, the comforting aroma quickly filling the kitchen. I waited patiently, tapping my perfectly Manicured nails on the counter top as I watch the coffee brew. As I waited, I couldn't shake off the tinge of anxiety that had been gnawing at me, I haven't gone home in over two days.I poured the coffee into two black mugs, the steam dancing upwards. I carefully balanced the cups on a tray and ascended the stairs to the room. Caleb was still sleeping. I carefully placed the tray on the table and climbed on the bed peppering kisses on his head, cheeks and nose.He stired in his sleep, his eyes opening ever so slowly and I found myself getting dr
Zayn's PovI got to the office and got busy with work, today I have a meeting with the marketing team of the company, I needed to see records of what has been achieved for last month.But as I interviewed the people applying for a position in my company, I couldn't stop the random thoughts of the girl from the club from invading my mind and that is very much unlike me. It's been a week and I can still remember the feel of her skin against my palm, it felt like silk, well lotioned. Her intoxicating scent of caramel-laced vanilla bean interwined with warm amber and cinnamon had drawn me to her like metal to a magnet. She had danced with grace and ease, and for someone who hasn't been to the club in over four years, dare I say it was worth it, as my morning had started awfully on that very morning.FLASHBACKI woke up at 4am, my eyes lingering on the clock for a minute. I rolled over to my sides I stretched my arms out, wanting to cuddle my wife but I was met with an empty space. I stare
Araceli's PovBack in my cramped apartment, I quickly prepared instant noodles as my tummy was void of food. I got comfortable on the couch trying to watch another episode of Love******, but I couldn't as my thought kept drifting to the stranger at the club from last week. I couldn't shake off his gaze. Who was he? What did he doing in a club in the slum? His presence had fueled the ease of my performance, turning my steps into a desperate plea to have his eyes on me only and when he came up on stage, I felt like he had some sort of control over me. I have encountered lots of men while dancing but there's something intriguing about this Mr stranger. He had awakened senses in me that I didn't even know existed. I almost kissed him.I returned the empty plate to the kitchen, dropping it in the sink as I was too tired to wash the dish. I quickly showered, wore an oversized, faded polo, climbed onto my bed and I was out the minute my head touched the pillow.My phone rang, jolting me awak
Aracelli's PovMy feets screaming in protest as I walked around the office in heels, dancing in heels,apparently, isn't the same as working in them for hours.Starting this Monday morning was rough. While Fiona (Zayn's former PA) did a great job getting me acquainted with the basics in just two hours, her training wasn't enough to prepare me for my bosse's incessant yelling.He was so grumpy, arrogant and bossy, "Guess that's why he's the boss Araceli." I joked in my head to keep me from losing my mind.I stopped at the reception desk, Zayn had asked––, scratch that, my boss had ordered me to hand a few documents to Valerie which I'm here to deliver."Hey," I smiled sweetly at her, "Mr Vanderbilt asked me to hand these papers to you, said you would know what to do with them." I placed the paper on the desk, pushing it towards her, she collected them, her eyes shooting daggers at me."Of course I know what to do as some of us have competence in what we do and didn't get this job by sle
Zayn's PovI drove home in anger, not at Araceli, but at myself. Today, from the high rise windows of my office, I had seen her going out with David during lunch break, it had made my jaw tick seeing her with another man and that was absurd to me. I shouldn't be feeling this way. I thought back to my wife, it's been months since I was intimate with my her, she doesn't want me touching her anymore. The fact that I almost kissed Araceli made my inside boil in anger, I had never cheated on Freya during our years of dating and I wasn't about to start now after four years of marriage.I quickly stopped by a flower shop to buy her favourite flowers, a mixture of lily, lavender and other flowers, the arrangement looked beautiful. I also bought a card and once in the comfort of my car, I filled the card with an expression of my love for her. A smile grew on my face as I thought of her reaction to my hand-written card.I parked the car in the garage and handed my briefcase to the butler who w
Aracelli's PovI chewed nevously on my lips as I looked at my outfit in the mirror, the awkward scene between my boss and I still playing in my head, the car had been filled with sexual tension, one can cut it with a knife, and here I am, preparing to face him at work.Today, I was dressed in a black dress that was pleated from my waist down and it stopped at knee length. I paired it with a black blazer and black pump heels. I could pass for someone going to mourn a dead person.My hair was in a loose bun, I let two strands fall freely down the front, though shrinkage was eating at them, preventing me from rocking the length of my hair.I took a cab to the office, my anxiety eating away at me as I got into the elevator.As I stepped out of the elevator, I looked sideways, wanting to make sure the 'coast was clear' before I tiptoed to my office, trying to make as less noise as I could, but my heels made it almost impossible.The sound of a person clearing their throat had my head spinn