INICIAR SESIÓNMelanie's POV Jerk! Damian was a jerk. A melon-headed jerk. Tell me why this jerk of a boss of mine thought he hadn't stressed me enough for an entire weekday and had decided that he needed to stress me and not let me enjoy my weekend too. It was Saturday, for God's sake! A normal person was supposed to be sleeping in, watching movies, going out with friends, or doing absolutely nothing productive until Monday morning. But apparently, normal rules didn't apply to Damian Sinclair because that man seemed to have made it his personal mission to remind me that I worked for him every chance he got. “You need to calm down, Mel.” Cassandra said, giving me a look as she leaned against the bar counter. She looked far too relaxed for someone listening to me complain about the biggest headache in my life. “This is fucking crazy.” I slammed my hand against the counter, earning a few glances from people nearby before I lowered my voice slightly. “For the whole Monday to Friday, it
Damian's POV “Are you insane, Damian?” Ethan yelled immediately I got to his place, his voice echoing through the living room as he stared at me in disbelief. He looked genuinely shocked, like I had just told him I had lost my mind. “What do you mean you actually went to convince your assistant’s landlord with a bribe for him to shift the paying date....I mean, the due date?” “Calm down, man. I didn’t just convince him. I bribed him with some money,” I said, taking a seat on the sofa like this wasn’t a big deal. I knew exactly how this sounded, but I wasn’t going to stand there and let Ethan make it seem like I had committed some kind of crime. “You could as well have paid the whole rent then.” He threw his arms in the air, his eyebrows raised as though he couldn’t understand why I had gone through all that trouble instead of simply paying the amount. “I wanted to, but then she’d have a reason to quit,” I said, leaning back against the sofa as I looked at him. I had thought ab
Melanie's POV Damian Sinclair wasn't only popular; he was the heir to the entire Sinclair Enterprises, a company that had been owned by his family for generations. He was also one of the hottest billionaires in New York, which made him the kind of man people were always talking about, whether they knew him personally or not. He had left home after college determined to build something of his own and had returned years later as a successful businessman without using his father's money. That alone had made headlines because not everyone could walk away from the financial advantage of having one of the richest men in New York as a father and still manage to build an empire of their own. “He had never dated anyone, and as a result, no one has ever seen him laugh or smile except Victoria Hale and his best friend, Ethan, who he had gone to high school and college with…” I stopped reading when something at the back of my mind told me that I wasn't alone anymore, and when I slowly turned
Melanie's POV “Fuck!” The word came out muffled against my palms as I kept my face buried in my hands. The embarrassment felt heavier now that the truth was sitting right in front of me, impossible to ignore or twist into something more comfortable. I had spent days holding onto my version of that night. I had convinced myself that I knew exactly what kind of man he was based on what I had seen in that hallway, and every interaction afterward had only made it easier to believe I had been right about him. But in the span of a few muted minutes of footage, that ground had completely given way underneath me, leaving me with nothing but the uncomfortable realization that maybe Damian had been right about me from the beginning. Cassie didn’t speak right away. She just sat beside me in silence, her hand eventually resting lightly against my back, not pushing, not trying to pull me out of it too quickly. The sounds of the bar continued around us the way they always did—glasses clinkin
Melanie's POV“What's that?” I typed back immediately as I got into the bus, my fingers moving quickly across the screen as I wondered what Cassie could have possibly found about the whole thing that happened that night. The moment she mentioned Club Mirage, a strange feeling settled in my stomach, and despite trying to convince myself that there was nothing to worry about, my mind had already started going through everything that happened that night, replaying the scene in my head piece by piece. Could I have been wrong about the whole thing? The whole attack thing? No, that's not possible. I knew what I had seen. The lady Damian said was his cousin had been struggling in his hold, and from where I had been standing, it had looked like she was trying to get away from him. There was no way it could have been something else. No fucking way.“Madam, where?” the bus driver asked as I climbed farther inside, his eyes briefly meeting mine through the mirror as he waited for me to tell hi
DAMIAN’S POV “Man... I thought you had a date with Victoria?” Ethan, my best friend, asked immediately after I entered his apartment, and before I could answer, he slapped my hand in greeting and followed me toward the sofa. I dropped my keys on the small table beside the couch and sank into the closest seat, loosening my tie slightly as Ethan sat beside me. “Something came up for her,” I said, leaning back against the sofa. “So, we had to cancel.” “Oh... no wonder we see you here, because I know the usual you don't just visit me,” he said, settling comfortably beside me and giving me a knowing look. “Ah, of course you know that's a lie,” I replied, and despite myself, a small smile spread across my face. Ethan immediately pointed at me. “Ishh... Anyway, how has work been?” he asked, then paused for a second before adding, “And how is that mysterious girl?” “Melanie?” I asked, pretending not to understand who he was talking about. “Of course,” Ethan replied with a laugh. “I







