JULIAIt was an arranged marriage,” he began, then wiped his mouth with a napkin. We were sitting now at The Bistro.“What happened?” I said, then ate a portion of my orecchiette.“I was depressed back then because of Demi and Henry, and my father was ill as well. Bianca is the daughter of a family friend. They wanted us to get married for business, of course, and no questions asked—I married her. She was sweet and responsible, and she cared for me. Those were the times, I thought she was different. Though it was my father’s last wish, I married her because she also needed my help. She was broken like me. Her boyfriend left her when she was pregnant with his child. She couldn’t tell anyone about it.”“Let me guess, you told them the baby was your child?”He curtly nodded.“Oh, God. That’s so heroic of you.” Every day this man never ceased to shock me with his revelations, and my heart sank knowing that he actually loved her. “Then what happened? Your relationship sounds like it was wor
“Mr. Cavendish’s office, may I help you?” I grabbed a stick-on note and a pen.“Hello,” a smooth male voice spoke on the other line. “May I speak with Ms. Taylor, please? This is Dominic Grant.”I rolled my eyes. What did he want this time?“Speaking. What is it, Mr. Grant?”“Oh, thank God, it’s you. How are you?”“What can I do for you, Mr. Grant?” I responded in the same tone, ignoring what he had said.“Relax. I just want to know if you’re alright. I'm sorry about what happened at the villa.”Apparently, I didn’t want to talk about the villa. “It’s fine. What else do you need?” I snapped.I heard him sigh. “Is Adam there?”“He’s here. I’ll transfer the call to his desk.”“No! Wait. Let’s talk first. I feel like I need to apologize. I’m still responsible. I shouldn’t have taken the girls there.”“I wouldn’t have known about it if it wasn’t for them, but I’m not going to thank you for that.”“I guess I know now why Adam likes you.” He chuckled. “By the way, I need to speak to you abo
Six months later…To: megoconnell@starlightincmail.comSubject: How Are You?Hey, Megs. How’s your first day in your new job in Sydney? I’m sorry I never got the chance to see you again. But I heard about you and Paul. Congratulations on your engagement! However, I’m still stuck in Harrisburg. I know, I know, I’ve been staying here forever, but I am finally going back to New York tomorrow for this new job. Don’t you want to congratulate me too? Speak soon.P.S. Paul said you proposed to him.Love,JuliaI sent the email and went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I just loved seeing her each day in the morning—in her usual pink floral apron, hair tied in a bun, and her hands in gloves.I’m going to miss her so much.“Good morning.” I kissed her cheek.“Morning, darling. Sit down and have breakfast.”“Hmm. This smells good.” I picked up a piece of toast from the table and took a bite. “Where’s everyone?”“Your dad’s at the shop, and Claire’s still probably in her
“What’s going on with you?” Jake hissed. “You almost ripped my waist out of my body. You didn’t tell me everything about your former boss, did you?”I hushed him, pressing a finger to his lips. “You don’t have to say it out loud.”He sighed, then shoved my hand away. “Then at least tell me what happened back there.”God, I don’t know what to say. “It’s nothing. I’m just nervous to see him.”“Nervous? It was the way you reacted when he told you that she’s Bianca, whoever the hell she is.”“You heard her. She’s the ex-wife-now-fiancée. It’s weird, right? We should not talk about this, for now, Jake.”“It’s not weird. You are acting weird. Right now is the perfect time to talk. Did you sleep with him?” he asked straightforwardly.“What? No!” And I’m glad I didn’t.“Then what was that about? You committed fraud?”“No, of course not!”“Ms. Taylor?” A short-haired lady in a black dress suddenly interrupted. She was panting. “Excuse me.”“Goodness, Grace. Why are you running?” Jake asked.“G
The dance began right after the auction. However, my mind didn’t seem to let go of Adam and his ex-wife, thinking about how they got back together. I remembered when Adam wouldn’t stop sending me messages when I left him. One day, he just stopped. Maybe he realized he still loved his ex-wife and ran back to her.“Looking for someone?” Luke asked, bringing me back to reality.“Uh, no. I’m looking for Jake.” I emptied my third shot of vodka and lemon.“He must be outside. Do you want to look for him?”“Uh-no, it’s fine. Thank you.”“Then, do you want to continue dancing?”“I thought you are not a party person?” I teased.“No. I’m really not.”I chuckled. “Okay. Be my guide.” I grinned, giving him my hand.He took me back to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and let his hands envelop my waist. A romantic Ricky Martin song was playing in the air.“So, how long did you work for Cavendish?”“Two years.”“Why did you leave?”“I resigned.” Actually, I didn’t. I left. “It
JULIAIn the morning, I came into my boss’s office, bringing him a cup of coffee, which I didn’t have to do, but of course, it was different now. Luke was far different from Adam. He didn’t roar at people, and he wouldn’t require me to work twenty-four-seven.My new boss grinned boyishly at the sight of the cup on his desk. Shaking his head with a smile, he stood and then drew out a thick red folder from the shelf behind him.While observing him, I noticed that his style wasn't different from Adam’s—a cream three-piece-designer suit, a Vacheron Constantin wristwatch, sleek brown leather shoes, and a casual pompadour hairstyle. He smelled of aftershave, soap, and strong mint.“Sit here,” he said softly, pointing out the chair in front of his desk.I did as I told, and Luke placed a red ring binder on the desk. It had the Cavendish Enterprises branding on the cover. I remembered holding those folders during my time with Adam.“And this is the floor plan from Cavendish’s architect. You c
“I'm so sorry for what happened.” Jake sat on the couch next to me and then tried to hold me for another embrace, but I refused. I don’t deserve any comfort right now. I deserved it. I was precisely how Adam described me—selfish and immature.Luke offered a ride when he found me like a crybaby in my office. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t do anything to take away the pain. He was now sitting quietly in my living room, but he called Jake and asked him to come. He probably didn’t know what to do with me.“I've lost him forever now.” I sniffed, then wiped my nose with a napkin.“Just what am I going to do with you?” Jake sighed in frustration. “I guess I’m staying here tonight.”I cried even more. “I'm getting him back,” I declared.“What?” Luke spoke this time. “Are you out of your mind?”“Yes, she is. She’s out of her mind,” Jake agreed. “And then what? What will happen if you take him back? He’s already engaged.”“He doesn’t love her,” I uttered.“Oh God, I'm so out of here.” Luke
JULIAThese are the important documents we need for our trip to LA. Have you tried calling—” A knock from the glass door interrupted Luke from finishing his sentence. His secretary was standing at the meeting room door.“Excuse me, Mr. Alejandro. There's a visitor in the lobby, and he said it’s important. It's actually for Ms. Taylor, sir,” Ms. Craig informed.“For me?”Luke frowned as he gazed at me. “Expecting someone?”I shook my head. “Did he say his name?”“Oh, his name is Henry.”Henry. How did he know where to find me? “What did you say to him?” I queried. “We’re in a meeting.”“Ms. Craig, we're about to finish here,” Luke prompted. “Tell him to wait five minutes.”“Yes, sir.” She left.“It's okay, Luke. I could just meet him outside.”“Julia, it's eleven fifty-five. Take a break. Come to my office when you get back. And oh! Please contact Cavendish. I’ve got to tell him something about this project.” Luke grabbed the binders and stood up. He held the door open. “Julia?”“Oh, t