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This wasn’t the plan when I came here today, but trust my bestie and her impromptu outings. Do I want to go anywhere? No. And Seren was obviously not listening to me today.
“Girl, get up and try on this dress!” she shouted. I was tired of this shit she kept doing. My mouth worked, but I couldn’t find the right words to show my frustration, so I just cooperated. “Did you pay for this dress?” I asked, staring at the… thing. This obviously couldn’t be called a gown. It was a fishnet that couldn’t catch a single fish—I don’t know what else to call this with the multiple holes. “Seren, you know this dress only covers the nipples and… crotch!” I screeched, holding it up like it was a dare. “Bitch, stop whining and try it on. We ain’t got enough time for this shit, and Lucas and his friends will soon be here to get us,” she replied, turning back to her curling her hair as if nothing was wrong. Here I was, trying to figure out how to put on this rope of a cloth. After several awkward attempts, I finally managed, and I went along with a lie: yeah, it does look good. And I felt kinda hyped about it..just a bit, the warmth of confidence creeping in, a tingle at my skin that I couldn’t explain. “Girl, you look hot. Look at them thighs all out here screaming ‘eat me,’” Seren said, exaggerating as always. I rolled my eyes at my bestie and her sweet, exaggerated hype, which I secretly loved. My stomach fluttered in a way that made me glance at myself again in the mirror. Maybe tonight wouldn’t be so bad. “What heels am I going to wear? I didn’t come with any since this wasn’t the plan initially,” I asked, scanning the closet. “Go to the closet and find something that goes with it. You ain’t no visitor in this house to ask me for everything,” she replied. “Crazy girl,” I murmured, slipping into black stilettos that made my legs look endless, feeling a strange confidence in every step I practiced in front of the mirror. “I heard that,” Seren said, laughing. I grabbed a gold clutch to complete the look and called, “Come help me put on some boob tape. I can’t have my boobs slipping out.” “I’m coming. Let me finish up with my makeup,” she squeaked happily. I silently hoped she wasn’t drinking already. A few minutes later, Seren walked in looking really pretty—but suddenly froze, staring at me. “What is it? Is the combination bad?” I frowned. “Girl, you are damn lucky I’m not a man, or I’d have you bent here signing praises to me by the time I’m done with you,” she said. “Seren, please,” I said, laughing happily. That meant I’d done a good job with the combination. Leave it to this girl to insult you when you do a bad job. “We need to hurry up. Lucas is on his way,” she reminded me. I frowned a bit. “Seren, are you drinking already?” I asked, noticing the faint scent of champagne. “Well, this is how you know the night is going to be fun,” she replied, rolling her eyes before leaving. I couldn’t resist smacking her ass for that eye roll. She giggled while I went to style my hair properly and do my makeup. Simple and sexy was the goal today: light makeup, my signature red lipstick, and just enough shimmer to catch the lights tonight. Thank God I had some of my jewelry here. I love jewelry, so I took my time deciding what went best with the outfit. I applied body oil for that shiny effect it always leaves on my skin, noticing the subtle curve of my neck, the way the light kissed my shoulders. I rushed to put my girly essentials and some money in the clutch the moment I heard the doorbell. I sprayed my everyday sweet feminine fragrance for the night, and a small thrill ran up my spine. Lucas got restless, rushing us along. I looked at myself one more time in the mirror, tracing the curve of my waist, the shimmer of my skin, before walking out to find Seren locking lips with her boo. “You know your dad might see you doing that rubbish,” I said to Seren, smirking. “I told you, my dad’s on a trip. Leave me alone and go get your own man,” she replied, laughing between kisses. I left them to walk to the second car to greet Seren’s friends, who were already waiting. Don’t get me wrong—they were fun, but I met them through Seren, so they weren’t my direct friends. Still, I felt a subtle, delicious excitement…tonight felt like a night where anything could happen. “You look gorgeous, Lyra!” shouted Zoe as I got close to the car. I smiled. “Thanks, girl, I love your makeup.” I also greeted her boyfriend, Lavi, and we talked briefly before I went to Lucas’s car to wait for them since they suddenly disappeared. After some time, the lovebirds reappeared, looking a bit disheveled. I gave my bestie the side eye while they walked to the car. I already knew what they were up to, and I wished I could have moments like that one day. “Don’t say anything, Lyra,” Seren interrupted my thoughts, smiling sheepishly. I raised my hands in defeat. “Let’s get the night started,” I said as Seren put on a song to set the mood for the night. My stomach fluttered, heartbeat quickened, and a warm pulse ran low through me. Maybe tonight really would be unforgettable—maybe tonight would be the night everything changes.“Lyra, it’s about time to wake up,” Serena shouts right into my ear, nudging my shoulder like the house is on fire. I groan and pull the duvet over my head. “Damn, girl. Today’s Sunday. Leave me alone.” My head is spinning, the kind of dull ache that feels like last night is still sitting somewhere behind my eyes. “Woman, stand up and take this med so you can feel better,” Serena continues, relentless. I crack one eye open. “What time is it?” I mumble, not really asking anyone in particular. “It’s past one,” she replies. I drop the duvet. “Damn,” I mutter. “It’s that late already?” It feels like I slept for two hours. Maybe less. My body is heavy, slow, like it’s still underwater. Serena presses the pills into my palm and hands me a glass of water. “You danced like you were twenty-one again. Don’t argue with me.” “I did not…” She gives me a look. I sigh and swallow the pills, sitting up slowly. The room smells faintly like last night…perfume, heat, something sweet and live
By the time we pulled up to the club, the night already felt alive….music leaking out onto the pavement, bass vibrating through the soles of my heels before I even stepped out of the car. Lucas was waiting at the entrance. Serena squealed the second she saw him, abandoning all composure as she launched herself forward. He caught her easily, laughing, spinning her once before setting her back down like she weighed nothing. “You came early,” she accused, smiling up at him. “For you?” he said. “Always.” I smiled to myself, stepping aside as they folded into each other, already lost in their own little world. Soren handled the door with quiet efficiency….brief exchange, subtle nod, no fuss. We were ushered in immediately, bypassing the line like it didn’t exist. Seth followed behind us, shaking his head. “Must be nice,” he muttered. Inside, the club was dark and glowing all at once. Neon lights cut through the haze. Bodies moved in rhythm. Laughter, perfume, heat. Everything felt
Serena woke me up by yelling my name like the house was on fire. “LYRA!” I groaned and pulled the pillow over my head. “If this is about candles or balloons, I swear…” She burst into the room anyway, already laughing, already wide awake, wearing a silk robe that said birthday behavior even before she opened her mouth. “Get up,” she said. “It’s my birthday.” “I know,” I muttered. “You’ve been announcing it since midnight.” She climbed onto the bed and bounced once. “And I’ll keep announcing it until I sleep again.” I cracked one eye open. “You’re doing too much.” She leaned down, grinning in my face. “You love me.” I sighed, smiling despite myself. “Unfortunately.” Downstairs, the house was already buzzing. Music playing softly. The smell of food. Serena’s brother Seth is moving chairs around while complaining under his breath. Soren himself standing in the kitchen, coffee in hand, calm like birthdays weren’t emotional landmines. Serena waved at him. “Daddy! Don’t stress. I’
It had been one full week since Soren came back. Seven days of the office feeling… shifted. Not louder. Not quieter. Just different. Like somebody had moved the furniture an inch to the left and now everyone could feel it, even if no one said anything. And because life liked to pile things on for effect, it was also Serena’s birthday week. I knew before I even opened my eyes. My phone was already buzzing like it had personal beef with me, and I hadn’t brushed my teeth, hadn’t checked the mirror, hadn’t even decided if I was emotionally available yet. Serena. I rolled onto my back and answered. “Good morning, chaos.” “Lyra,” she said, breathless like she’d been waiting all night, “do you know what week it is?” I dragged myself out of bed, shuffling toward the bathroom. “If this is one of your games…” “It’s my birthday week,” she cut in. “Which means your life now revolves around me. Don’t fight it.” I laughed, toothpaste already in my mouth. “Legally?” “Yes. Spiritually. Em
I walk into the meeting late. Not dramatically so. Not enough to cause a stir. Just late enough to be noticed. The room is already full…chairs occupied, laptops open, voices mid-discussion. The air feels dense with focus and expectation, and for half a second, my instinct is to retreat. Then I feel it. His eyes. They find me immediately. I know because I don’t need to look to be sure. “I’m sorry,” I say, voice steady despite the fluttering in my chest. “Traffic.” A weak excuse. A real one. Soren doesn’t speak right away. He simply watches me as I move toward the empty seat, his gaze following with an attention that makes my pulse stutter. Not disapproval. Not irritation. Assessment. Slow. Thorough. I slide into my chair, smoothing my skirt beneath me, suddenly too aware of how it hugs my hips, how the fabric pulls just enough when I sit. I chose this outfit carefully this morning…told myself it was for confidence, for professionalism. That was a lie. His eyes linger a mo
Zurich leaves no residue. The city is clean in its efficiency, sharp in its expectations. Meetings start when they are scheduled to start. People say what they mean. Decisions are made without ceremony, without apology. I leave having accomplished exactly what I went there to do. That should be enough. By the time the plane touches down, my phone is already full. Messages from AV. Internal briefings. Calendar confirmations. I respond as the car moves through the city, eyes scanning lines of text I know I will remember later. I don’t go home. There’s no reason to. The office is where clarity lives. When I step out of the car, the building rises to meet me…glass, steel, quiet authority. Familiar. Grounding. The lobby staff straighten subtly as I pass. A greeting here, a nod there. Nothing excessive. AV falls into step beside me immediately, tablet already active. “Welcome back, sir.” “Thank you.” We walk. She updates me efficiently….minor delays, one unresolved issue in procu







