LOGINAria's POV
*Present time*
"I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?"
My assistant Sofia said as she walked into my office, holding a cup.
I sat my pen down and leaned back in my chair.... every piece of information I could get at this point was extremely important to me
"Bad news. That way the good news hits harder."
She gave me a small smile. "Well, the bad news is…..the espresso machine at the coffee shop broke. So I brought you regular coffee."
She placed the foam cup on my desk like she was delivering tragic news.
I sighed. "Seriously? That’s the bad news?"
She shrugged. "It felt bad at the time."
I let out a deep breath because at this point, I was exhausted.
As I walked across the hallway earlier this morning, I noticed half of my staff was gone.
I guess that’s what happens when your business is on the verge of bankruptcy. With thousands of lawsuits piling up, I was barely surviving.
Even the loan I got from the bank had backfired. The shipment sank before it even got here.
All I had left now was to find private investors.
I took the cup and opened the lid. "Alright, hit me with the good news."
Her smile widened. " The investors are on their way ."
My hand froze before I could take a sip of my coffee
"What investors?" I asked, slowly lowering the cup.
"Remember when Aiden dropped by? He said if we needed anything, we could reach out to him."
"Sofia?" I asked, looking up at her.
"Well….I sent him an email and I told him how bad things had gotten here and he said he has some friends who are leaving the country Soon. They're looking to invest in small businesses, and he’d be sending them here to have a look."
As soon as Sophie finished speaking, I nearly started dancing in my seat. Honestly, Aiden has been my biggest help since I started my brand. But as grateful as I am, I’ve never liked the idea of constantly leaning on him. Over the years, he’s been a great friend….but I still can’t ever seem to fully relax around him.
My gaze shifted back to Sofia, who was nervously biting the inside of her cheek.
"Talk," I said, sensing there was more.
"Okay... the real bad news is that he sent the response two hours ago. But with how terrible the office cell service has been today, we didn’t see it in time. Which means the investors are already here. Well, to be exact…..they’ll be here tomorrow morning "
"what !.... That means I have to put together a whole presentation right now "
"Already on it …..you'll have something on your desk in ten minutes "
Sofia said curtly
"thank you so much please do that "
I grabbed a hairband from my drawer and pulled my hair up. It helped settle my nerves.
"Now I just need to figure out how to tell my boss I'll be late tonight."
Sofia snorted and I shot her a look, but she only grinned and headed to the door.
Just before she stepped out, she paused, then pushed the door wide open.
My heart swelled.
Sofia only left my door open like that when my boss was coming.
“You have incoming,” she said with a little grin.
But I knew exactly who it was.
“Hi, Miss Sofia!” a small, chirpy voice called out.
I couldn’t even see her head from behind my desk, but I smiled wide anyway.
“Hi, Miss Hope. You look beautiful.”
Soft giggles filled the room and just like that, the most beautiful four-year-old in the world came around the corner, standing in front of me with all the confidence in the world.
Hope.
I named her that because I had her at a time when living felt impossible. But the moment she wrapped her tiny hand around my finger and stopped crying, something inside me shifted. She became my lifeline.
“What, I don’t get a hug? Or even a hi?” I asked, pretending to sound upset.
“No, you don’t,” she said, folding her arms with a little pout.
God, she was so cute.
“What did I do wrong?”
I asked, folding my arms to mimic her little stance.
Her eyes widened just a little.
“I told you I wanted to wear the purple dress, but you packed the blue one instead… How am I supposed to see my uncle now?” she said, frowning hard.
“In the blue dress,” I replied calmly.
She scrunched her face so tight, I had to bite back a laugh.
“Okay, how about this ice cream and pizza for dinner tonight. No broccoli,” I said.
Her eyes lit up.
“What about the other vegetables? Are they off too?” she asked, eyes hopeful.
“Yes. Wear the blue dress, and we’ll have pizza and ice cream. Deal?”
“Fine…..Pinky promise?” she said, holding out her tiny finger.
I hooked mine around hers and pulled her into a tickle attack. Her giggles filled the office like sunshine.
When I finally stopped, she gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek.
“Now let’s go for lunch. He’s waiting,” she said, already halfway to the door.
I hated that she was this fond of Aiden but my hands were tied he'd been here since the day she was born so I'm really trying my best to be understanding of there relationship .
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"As a girl with extremely curly hair, hair products have always been a big deal to me. So when I started ROOTED, it wasn’t just about business...it was personal."
I’d spent the whole night writing a perfect pitch, one that hit all the numbers and buzzwords. But as I stood there, staring at the people who could decide the future of my company, I realized something.
This was my last shot.
If they didn’t invest, ROOTED would be gone.
So I ditched the papers and spoke from the heart.
One of the investors leaned forward, hands folded.
"We noticed there are some pending lawsuits... claims that your products cause cancer?"
The room went still and I heaved a sigh , I had hoped they wouldn't find out about that
"Those are false," I said calmly, but firmly. "I use my products on my daughter. I use them on myself."
Which was true. Every formula I’d made had been tested on me first. I trusted my work. That’s why those claims never made sense. Still, I knew I had to look into it more deeply. Something wasn’t adding up.
They exchanged quiet whispers. Then the man in the center finally nodded.
"You’re a small business," he said. "And we saw the video of you using the product on your daughter. It looked genuine. Mr. Aiden vouched for you said you’re reliable and your product has the potential to triple returns. So, we’ve decided to invest."
I could barely breathe. My heart pounded with a mix of hope and disbelief.
They said yes.
"I'm sorry, sir. You can't go inside," a voice snapped from the hallway.
We all turned toward the commotion and when the door opened my world stopped
The minute he walked in, all the air left my lungs.
His eyes found mine like he’d been waiting for me.... like he never forgot his way .
The more I looked at him, the more everything slipped away.
Even the most basic things… like how to breathe.
It’s been five years.
Marcel.
There was a glint in his eyes, something between mischief and… relief?
but still I whispered his name without thinking.
"Marcel..."
He smiled. Like he heard me.
But then his next words crushed every piece of the twisted emotion that was blooming in my chest.
"I'm sorry, but you can't invest in this company without my permission."
His said but his gaze was still focused and locked on me , it took me a minute for his words to settle on me
"What?" I asked, barely able to speak.
He stepped further into the room, cool and confident like he knew the room would bend for him he walked towards me without breaking eye contact till he was standing toe to toe with me lifting my Chin up to look at him
"I'm your new CEO, sweetheart. I bought your company."
And just like that….my breath caught in my throat.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to scream or fall into his arms.
AriaMy phone buzzed on my desk, pulling me out of the notes I was reviewing for tomorrow's class.I picked it up and saw Marcel's name on the screen.The message was short and direct: "Wear what I got for you. I'll pick you up at seven."I frowned, rereading it. What he got for me? I hadn't seen any package or gift from him recently.As if on cue, there was a knock at my dorm door.I opened it to find a delivery guy holding a sleek black box with a ribbon tied around it."Aria?" he asked, checking his tablet."Yeah, that's me.""Sign here."He handed me the tablet, and I scribbled my name quickly.The box was heavier than I expected, and as soon as the door clicked shut behind him, I set it on my bed and untied the ribbon.Inside was a dress.A deep red one, made of silk that slipped through my fingers like water, cooling my skin even before I put it on.It had a high slit up one side that I just knew it would reveal everything with a single step, thin straps that looked like they mi
A long, heavy silence stretched between us, filled only by the sound of our breathing.My chest felt tight, like something buried deep was trying to claw its way out into the light.“I liked it,” I said finally, the words so quiet they were barely a whisper in the large room.“When you used my hands on you. When I woke up and realized what I’d done to you while I was lost in that sleep. It made me feel… wanted. Like I was enough just by existing. Like my body knew exactly what to do even when my brain was completely offline.”He exhaled through his nose in a long, controlled burst, like he’d been holding his breath for an eternity.“That’s it. That's the truth.”“But it scares me to death.”I met his eyes again, forcing myself not to look away.“Because if I admit I want more than that—if I tell you I want you to actually take me when I’m like that, when I can’t say yes or no in the moment—what does that make me?”“Mine.”The word came out rough and jagged, like he’d pulled it from de
Aria's POV.I woke up to the heavy, comforting smell of clean, high-thread-count sheets and the faint, bitter aroma of fresh coffee brewing somewhere nearby.I opened my eyes slowly as it adjusted to the light The bed beneath me was huge, an expansive sea of white linen that felt miles wider than the narrow, lumpy mattress in my cramped dorm room.The pillows were plush, sinking beneath the weight of my head, and they smelled undeniably like him—a woodsy, masculine scent mixed with clean soap and a hint of the gym bag he carried everywhere like a second skin.This wasn’t my room, with its peeling wallpaper and the hum of a communal hallway.I sat up fast, the movement jarring my equilibrium, and my heart began kicking rhythmically against my ribs like a trapped bird.The hotel.This was the same upscale hotel we’d come to that first weekend, the one where we’d spent hours hovering on the precipice, almost crossing the line into something permanent before pulling back at the last seco
MarcelI pushed open the heavy door to Aria’s dorm room, my muscles still burning with a dull, throbbing ache from the extra hour of grueling drills Coach had thrown at us as punishment for a lackluster practice.Sweat clung to my shirt in damp patches, the fabric sticking to my skin, and my legs felt like lead weights that I was forced to drag behind me.The second I stepped inside that small, cramped space, the exhaustion and the lingering irritation of the day simply dropped away, replaced by an immediate, jarring focus.The room was dim, swallowed by shadows and lit only by the soft, ethereal blue glow of her string lights looped haphazardly around the metal headboard.Aria was on her bed, her body twisted violently in the thin sheets as if she were wrestling with an invisible shadow, her chest heaving with shallow, panicked breaths like she’d been running for miles through a forest.Her forehead glistened with a fine sheen of sweat that caught the blue light.Small, choked sounds
Marcel I didn't plan to start showing up at her dorm.That’s the lie I tried to tell myself the first time I ended up there again—standing in the narrow, suffocating hallway with its chipped beige paint and buzzing fluorescent lights that hummed like a low-grade headache.My hands were buried deep in my pockets, my shoulders squared in a way that mimicked ease, pretending I belonged in a space meant for students with futures and meal plans.I told myself it was convenience.Proximity.The undeniable fact that her place was closer to the gym than mine when practice ran late into the night and my muscles were too tired to carry me across town.None of that held up under the slightest bit of scrutiny.I kept coming back because I couldn’t stop thinking about her, a persistent loop of her face and her voice playing against the back of my eyelids.Not in the simple way most people understood obsession.Not in the shallow, transactional way men usually meant when they talked about the wome
Marcel I watched her swallow, her delicate throat working in a way that made my chest tighten with a sudden, sharp possessiveness.Aria sat there on the edge of the leather, drowning in the heavy cotton of my shirt, her legs tucked tightly under her as if she could physically hide the raw vulnerability etched into every line of her frame.But she couldn't hide from me, not after tonight, and certainly not after the way she had looked at me in the car.The air in the penthouse hummed with a low-frequency vibration of unspoken promises, the kind of heavy, jagged tension that could shatter both of us into a thousand pieces if we weren't careful.“Good to know,” I said, my voice coming out rougher and more gravelly than I had intended it to be.I stood up, the movement slow and predatory, and extended my hand toward her in the dim light.She hesitated for a fraction of a second, her eyes flicking up to mine—wide, uncertain, but laced with that same defiant fire I’d glimpsed through the g
Marcel’s POVDid I take it too far? Definitely.Would I take it back? Absolutely not.I knew Aria better than she probably knew herself. If I had shown up at her doorstep, she would have slammed the door in my face without a second thought. But here...here she couldn’t throw me out. And I have the
Aria’s POV"What did you just say?"I should have sounded stronger, but my voice cracked and my eyes betrayed me, shamelessly dragging over him.Five years.It’s been five years.He was slimmer, his clothes not tailored like before, but he was still fit. Still him.My gaze lifted back to his face.
Marcel's POV I felt myself getting hard for the first time in five years. My body betrayed me, already aching for her the way it always had. Every curve of her pulled me in—her eyes that never stopped daring me, the dip of her waist, those legs that looked like they could wrap around me and never







