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~Elias~I have been staring at my phone in the last one hour. I’m not even enjoying the quietness that comes with the weekend. I move around the house, gripping onto my phone in my palm. It’s been five days since our lunch at the eatery—five days of a quiet, thrilling shift in the office where every shared glance felt like a match striking in the dark.But the weekend is here, and the empty space of my house is already starting to feel like it’s closing in on me.I stop pacing, take a deep breath, and press her name on the screen. The phone rings twice before her voice fills my ear, smooth and clear."Elias? Good morning.""Good morning, Alice," I say, my voice dropping into a deeper, rougher tone than I intend. I lean my hip against the edge of the kitchen counter, trying to sound casual. "I was wondering if you were free today. I wanted to take you out on a proper date."A brief, hesitant pause stretches over the line, and my chest tightens with a sharp prickle of anxiety."Oh. Elia
~Elias~Sienna’s words are still echoing in the quiet corridors of my mind, a necessary jolt that finally cleared the remaining fog from my head. I should go get my girl before some other guy steals her form me. Hearing it from Sienna didn't hurt. It didn't spark that old, familiar ache of longing. Instead, it felt like a door slamming shut on a past I had been clinging to out of habit, while the present—vibrant, beautiful, and terrifyingly fragile, is waiting for me just down the hall.I take a deep breath, adjusting the cuffs of my navy-blue blazer. My heart is hammering an entire storm of nerves exploding in my gut as I stop right outside the glass door. Through the clear pane, I see her. She’s staring intensely at her laptop screen, her eyebrows knitted together in absolute focus. She’s wearing a soft olive-green blouse today, her dark hair pinned up perfectly, leaving the elegant slope of her neck exposed. She looks incredible, but the rigid set of her shoulders tells me the t
~Elias~Every possessive, protective instinct I’ve been trying to suppress since the night she tried to resign explodes in my mind. The doubt in her voice, the pain in her eyes, it tears down every remaining wall of my restraint.I reach out, my massive hands sliding into her hair, my fingers gripping the soft strands as I pull her forward. I lean down and catch her mouth with mine. A sharp gasp leaves her throat against my lips, her hands flying up to grip the fabric of my white shirt, pulling herself tightly against my chest. I suck her lower lip, so fucking soft. I can do this forever. My teeth graze her lip, nibbling on the flesh, twisting my tongue around hers. She responds with the same hunger. It isn't a gentle kiss, it’s a desperate, starved release of every ounce of tension we’ve been building for days. I taste the sweetness of her mouth, the heat of her skin, the raw, unyielding pleasure of having her in between my arms. There is absolutely no past. There is only Alice,
~Elias~Heavy patter of rain is splashing against the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, it’s the only sound filling my office. Outside, the Chicago streets are blurred by a thick sheet of a late-Friday downpour, the city lights bleeding into long, glowing streaks of amber and red.Fourteen minutes past ten. I lean over the wide drafting table, a red pencil held tightly between my fingers, but my eyes aren't on the structural grid beneath me. They are tracking the movement of Alice’s shadow on the wall. We’ve been up here for hours, ordering a late dinner that now sits forgotten in cardboard containers on the low coffee table. The rest of the building is entirely dark, our floor illuminated only by the warm, amber glow of the desk lamps.Alice leans over the opposite side of the table, comparing the zoning permissions. She has removed her blazer, leaving her in a soft, silk white blouse that catches the dim light perfectly. A few dark strands of hair have completely escaped her pins, fr
~Elias~I am early. I am never this early, yet here I am, my fingers tightening around the handle of my briefcase as the elevator slide open. My eyes instantly dart down the corridor, past the main floor, toward the corner office that now has her name etched into the glass plaque.Alice’s office.The door is closed, the lights inside off. She isn't here yet. A ridiculous wave of disappointment drops into my stomach. For the months, I was used to seeing her the exact moment I stepped off the elevator, standing right outside my door, a bright smile already waiting for me. Now, she has her own space. She has her own privacy. And the distance feels miles wide.I pull my gaze away, forcing my boots to move across the floor toward my own office, pulling the heavy oak door shut behind me. I drop my briefcase onto the sofa and walk straight to the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring out at the city skyline.I know I’m earlier than usual, forty minutes to eight AM. It’s all because I can’t wait
~Elias~I’m too ashamed of myself to say anything. I don’t even know what to say, but I also can’t remain quiet. "You really do know me," I murmur, my voice dropping into a quiet, honest voice. I lay my pen down on the table, the work suddenly feeling entirely unimportant. "You know everything about me, Alice."She doesn't look up, but her fingers tighten slightly around the edge of her notebook. "It was my job to know you, sir.""And what about me?" I ask, the words slipping out before my pride can stop them. A deep, aching guilt settles behind my ribs. "You asked me yesterday if I treated you like a robot, like someone without real emotions. And the truth is... I realize I know absolutely nothing about you. I don't know your life, Alice. And I feel utterly ashamed of that."Alice pauses, her shoulders dropping in a slow, silent exhale. She finally turns her body toward me on the couch, pulling one leg up under herself. The casual movement brings her even closer, her knee almost bru
~Sienna~ It’s alright. I’m good. Just get to the dinner, smile, get along with the conversation, and return to my room. Easy peasy. I sigh deeply. My hands tighten on the sink as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair is bunned up on my head, completely exposing my bare back as the sat
~Sienna~My butt hits the bed the moment I glimpse the first sentence in the letter. My hands tremble as they clutch the gold, shimmering paper, the edges crinkling beneath my grip.A wedding.A motherfucking wedding, and she wants me to be her maid of honor.Fuck.I didn’t see that coming. Not eve
~Sienna~“Surprise!”I freeze. My steps pause at the door, my hands tighten on the knob. The room is full. Familiar faces and close colleagues. Some of Elias’s staff and also my personal assistant. Their faces are wide with beaming smiles, they stand gathered in the living room. Colorful balloons
~Sienna~I gasp.My eyes go wide and my lips part as I stare at the figure before me, walking toward my bed.Norman.He looks just as handsome and strong as I’ve known him to be. It’s like those months apart didn’t happen.Like it hasn’t been that long since I last saw him.His three-piece suit hug







