Love Is An Experiment

I walked down the Miami streets, the air warm and humid, the sounds of the city enveloping me. My heels clicked on the pavement, and I felt my heart beating faster. I try to stay focused, to remember why I'm here. But it is difficult not to be drawn in by the city's energy and the seemingly endless possibilities it offers. I took another deep breath and forced myself to concentrate. I see various people walking by. There are tourists dressed in Hawaiian shirts, families pushing strollers, and teenagers laughing and texting. People are begging for money and selling goods on the street, a man in a suit is strolling by and talking on his phone. I see a homeless person, filthy and dishevelled, pushing a shopping cart loaded with belongings. ugh. The city of Miami...I opened the doors to the Sultry Siren where I work. As I walk in, the bouncer nods and I head straight for the dressing room. The room is a mess, with dancers frantically changing and applying makeup. I changed into my sta

How am I going to explain to Sarah? I'm worried about how to tell my sister about the billionaire and the contract marriage. I don't want to lie to her. What should I do? The loss of our father had hit my sister hard, and I felt powerless to help her. It was like there was an invisible barrier between us, and I couldn't figure out how to break through it. My sister had always been the sensitive one, while I was more resilient and independent. I knew that our different reactions to the loss were partly responsible for the distance between us, but I didn't know how to fix it. I just wanted to make things right again, but I didn't know how.My driver was already standing in front of my house."Good morning, Miss Jones!" He was always so chipper, and it was refreshing. I smiled and said."Good morning, Elijah. It's great to see you!" We chatted about the weather and other mundane topics.When we got to a Chinese restaurant, I noticed that he'd pulled up to the front door."We are here

The time had passed quickly, and now it was the day of meeting his family. I still didn't feel prepared, but there was no going back now. I had spent the last two days with Beth, learning all I could about the family and the life I was about to enter. My uncertainty kept getting the best of me, was I making the right decision?As I sat lost in thought, the door opened, and Beth entered, followed by a lady, who wore a combination of plaid pants, a striped blouse, and a floral jacket, topped off with a hairdo that could only be described as a "hair bungled." She carried a large bag in front of her, holding it with both arms and smiling warmly. Despite the clashing patterns and hairstyle, she pulled it off. "Ms. Jones, this is Jasmine," Beth said, smiling. "She's a talented stylist who will help you get ready. I'll leave you two to get started." Beth turned to leave, and as the door closed behind her, Jasmine approached me. "Hi," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Jasmine Harris. Nice t

CARLTON"Carlton, come to my study," Father called out as he left the room. I followed him, closing the door softly behind me."Have a seat," he said, motioning to the chair beside him."I'm fine, father. My fiancée is waiting, and you know how your wife can get," I replied calmly."It won't take long," he insisted, already settled in his seat. I took a deep breath and sat down."After you're officially married, you'll have your right to become my heir. I don't need to know why you changed your mind or what happened between you and your brother. Just remember, our company was built on peace and trust, not on blood. If I pass it on to either of you, I don't want any blood stains on it." He adjusted his glasses, eyeing me with a hint of concern. I clasped my hands together, "You have my word," I promised, eager to move past the conversation about Alexander.As he dismissed me with a wave of his hand, I rose from my seat and made my way out of the room. But just as I stepped into the ha

"What?! No way in hell am I letting my sister go to school in another country, no way!" I exploded, shooting up from my seat in frustration."Please, have a seat, Ms. Jones," Carlton said calmly, gesturing for me to sit back down. Reluctantly, I complied, though my defiance still lingered in the air. "That wasn't part of our deal," I argued, crossing my arms in frustration. "I never agreed to that.""It was indeed part of our agreement," Carlton countered evenly. "And I've thought long and hard about it. I don't want her here, and I'm willing to continue sponsoring her education even after our contract ends. The school I've chosen is top-notch.""But she knows no one in New York," I protested weakly."I need your answer now so arrangements can be made," Carlton pressed, his tone firm.Sighing heavily, I sank back into the chair, torn between my protective instincts and the generous opportunity he was offering. It was a lot to process, and I couldn't deny the weight of the decision rest