Elliot
The morning light filtered through my office windows as I flipped through the proposal Susan had submitted. My focus was sharp, but not on the document in front of me...it was on her. She hadn't changed much. The confidence in her stride, the way she held her head high, the fire in her eyes when she spoke...it was all still there. But there was something else, too, something I couldn't quite place. She seemed... guarded. As if the years had built a wall around her that no one had dared to climb. I leaned back in my chair, tossing the folder onto my desk. I needed answers. But this wasn't just about the past. I couldn't afford distractions, especially not now. A knock at the door broke my thoughts. "Come in." Gerald stepped inside, his usual calm demeanor in place. "Ms. Hart is here for your meeting." My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to remain composed. "Send her in." Moments later, the door opened again, and Susan walked in. She was dressed in a fitted blazer and skirt, her hair pulled back neatly. She looked professional, poised, and completely in control. "Good morning," she said, her voice smooth but distant. "Morning," I replied, gesturing for her to take a seat. She sat down across from me, her expression unreadable. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words. "I reviewed your proposal," I said finally, breaking the tension. "And?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's solid. Your strategy is thorough, and the projected outcomes are promising." She nodded, but there was no hint of satisfaction on her face. "I take it there are changes you want to discuss?" "There are a few points I'd like to clarify," I said, leaning forward. "Specifically, the timeline for implementation." She pulled out her notepad, ready to jot down notes. But as I spoke, I couldn't help but notice the way her fingers tapped lightly against the pen, a small sign of her restlessness. **** Flashback "Come on, Susan. Just one dance." We were at a college party, the music thumping loudly in the background. Susan stood by the wall, arms crossed, watching the crowd with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "I don't dance," she said firmly. "Everyone dances," I countered, holding out my hand. "It's a universal rule." She rolled her eyes. "That's not how rules work." I grinned, stepping closer. "Are you really going to let me make a fool of myself on the dance floor alone?" "You don't need me for that," she shot back, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. Before she could protest, I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. She stumbled slightly, glaring at me, but I didn't let go. "Elliot..." "Relax," I said, spinning her around. "Just follow my lead." To my surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, she let me guide her, her movements stiff at first but gradually loosening. By the end of the song, she was laughing, her eyes shining in a way I hadn't seen before. "See?" I said, out of breath. "You're a natural." "Don't get used to it," she replied, but her smile betrayed her. **** Present Day – Susan The meeting lasted longer than I'd anticipated. By the time it was over, I was mentally drained. Elliot had been professional throughout, but there were moments when his questions felt personal, like he was testing me, pushing me to see how far I'd go. As I walked out of his office, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, frowning at the screen. It was a text from Meera, my closest friend and confidant. Meera: "How's it going with Mr. Billionaire Ex? Need backup?" I stifled a laugh, typing back quickly. Me: "It's... complicated. Drinks later?" Her response came almost immediately. Meera: "You're buying." Shaking my head, I slipped my phone back into my bag. The elevator ride down felt endless. As I stared at my reflection in the mirrored walls, I couldn't help but wonder how things had come to this...working alongside the man who had once been my world. I had spent years rebuilding myself after Elliot left, convincing myself that I was better off without him. But now, with him back in my life, even if only temporarily, all those carefully constructed defenses felt like they were starting to crack. I couldn't let that happen. Not again. *** Elliot After Susan left, I sat in my office, staring at the spot where she'd been. The years had changed her, but some things were still the same. She was still determined, still stubborn, still the woman who had once made me believe in something bigger than myself. But there was something else...something she wasn't saying. I wanted to know what it was. And for the first time in years, I wasn't sure if I could keep my distance.Susan The room faded behind me the moment Elliot led me away, our fingers entwined like lifelines. I barely remembered who was clapping or who raised a glass. My heels clicked down the polished hallway as we walked in silence, hearts pounding too loud to speak.We didn’t go to the main lounge or his office. He took me through the back stairs to the quietest wing of the estate...the old library no one used anymore.He opened the double doors and guided me inside.Warm, dim and dusty in a beautiful, forgotten way. The golden lamplight flickered against the wood-paneled walls.Elliot let go of my hand only to pull off his blazer and toss it onto the old armchair. He turned to me slowly. “Was it too much?”I laughed, covering my face. “Are you insane? You just announced our wedding date in front of a boardroom full of corporate royalty and both our mothers.”He crossed the room, eyes soft. “And you said yes without saying a word.”I looked up at him, heart swelling. “How long were you pl
Susan’s NarrativeThe drive home was quiet. Not the uncomfortable kind, but the kind that wraps around you like a soft blanket after a long day. Elliot's hand rested over mine the whole way, his thumb brushing gentle circles against my knuckles. He hadn’t stopped smiling since we left the airport, and yet something in his eyes told me he was hiding something. Not in a sinister way—more like… anticipation.I leaned back into the seat and studied his profile. Confident. Handsome. Focused.“What?” he asked, catching me in the act.“Nothing. You’re just…” I hesitated, then smiled. “Suspiciously happy.”He chuckled, eyes never leaving the road. “Can’t a man be in a good mood after a successful trip with the woman he loves?”“Hmm. You can,” I replied, narrowing my eyes, “but not when you’re glancing at your watch every two minutes.”He kissed the back of my hand. “You’ll see soon enough.”That didn’t help. At all.By the time we arrived at the Prescott estate, dusk was settling in, bathing
SusanThe warmth of Elliot’s body anchored me in place, his arm draped over my waist like he had no intention of letting me go. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek.I blinked against the soft golden light streaming through the curtains, my body still aching in the best way possible from the night before.I should get up.But for once, I didn’t want to move.Not when Elliot’s fingers were lazily tracing patterns along my spine. Not when the scent of him...warm, musky, familiar...wrapped around me like a cocoon.I shifted slightly, but the moment I did, his grip tightened, pulling me back against him.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was thick with sleep, rasping against my ear.I smiled, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. His dark hair was a tousled mess, his jaw dusted with stubble, and his eyes...still heavy with sleep...watched me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.“I need to get up,” I murmured.“No, yo
ElliotI used to believe I was a patient man. That no matter how chaotic life became, I could handle it with control and precision.But Susan was testing me in ways I never imagined.I sat at the dining table, fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden surface. The clock on the wall mocked me—11:47 PM.She was late, again.Dinner had gone cold an hour ago, and the bottle of whiskey I’d sworn I wouldn’t touch was now half-empty.The moment I heard the front door click open, I tensed. Her footsteps slow. Then, the sight of her...exhausted, her hair slightly messy, dressed in a sleek business suit that reminded me just how deep she had buried herself in that damn foundation.She barely glanced my way as she set her purse down, stretching her neck. “You’re still up?”I let out a slow exhale. “No, Susan. I’m sleepwalking.”Her lips pressed together, and I knew I’d hit a nerve. But I didn’t care.“I had a long day, Elliot.” She rubbed her temples, sighing. “Please don’t start.”I pushe
Susan I barely had time to think before Elliot’s lips crashed into mine.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t patient.It was raw.Like a man who had been starving for too long. Like someone at their breaking point.I gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t let me pull away. His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging in as if to remind me exactly who I belonged to.I had pushed him away for weeks.Tonight, he wasn’t letting me run.His lips traveled down my jaw, hot and demanding, his breath ragged against my skin. My knees threatened to buckle when his teeth scraped the sensitive spot just beneath my ear."Tell me you missed me," he growled.I shuddered, clutching his shoulders. "Elliot..."His grip tightened. "Say it."I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. "I missed you."A low curse left his lips before he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bedroom. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my body molded against his as he kicked the door shut behind us.I barely had time to process
Elliot I woke up alone again.The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I ran a hand through my hair, irritation already simmering beneath my skin. This had become a pattern...Susan leaving at dawn before I even got the chance to hold her, to talk to her, to feel like we were still us.I sat up and reached for my phone.No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.With a sigh, I tossed the device onto the nightstand and stared at the ceiling.She had promised this wouldn't happen. That her new position at the foundation wouldn’t consume her, that she wouldn’t lose herself in proving a point to my mother.Yet, here I was. Alone. Again.My patience was wearing thin.I climbed out of bed, threw on some sweatpants, and headed to the kitchen, where I found Gerald waiting for me. He was standing by the counter, sipping coffee, his expression unreadable."You look like hell," he noted dryly."Good morning to you too, Gerald," I muttered, grabbing a mug and pouring myself