"Sir, welcome back. Dinner is ready. Should I serve you now, or you'll freshen up, first?" Auntie Garcia asked. She had been in the kitchen when she heard him walk in. The woman's appearance was motherly, and she wore a white dress that was below her knees. The dress looked like the sort that maids often wore.
She had a smile line across her lips. Although, she was middle-aged, when she smiled, all the signs of age disappeared, leaving only a pleasant woman who was clearly very cheerful. Over the years, she had been taking care of Ethan. Even though she had children of her own, she never spent much time with them. She spent much of her time raising Ethan since he was born upto this moment.
He was like a son to her. After his mother's death, Garcia took the place of his mother.
"Thank you, Garcia. I'll freshen up first and then have dinner later," he responded, before he turned around to head upstairs.
"Um, sir," she called out.
"Yes, anything else you want to talk about?" he asked her.
"Miss Anderson is waiting for you in the study room," she told him.
"Didn't you tell her, I wasn't around, and I might not be back early?"
"Yes, sir. I told her, but she refused to go away. She requested to wait for you, and as your fiancee, I couldn't chase her away,"
"How long has she been here?" he asked her.
"She has been here for the last three hours, I guess,"
Ethan sighed as he frustratedly ran his fingers through his hair.
"Okay, I'll go see her," he simply said before aping up the stairs.
Chloe Anderson was his childhood friend. They grew up together, in the same neighborhood. Because of the good relationship between the two families, Ethan and Chloe were forced to commit to marry. Ethan had no feelings for her, except that he only saw as her his younger sister. Chloe, on the other hand, adored Ethan so much. Everyone could see that she had feelings for him.
Ethan aped up the stairs and only stopped at the entrance of the study room. The door to the study room was wide open. Chloe sat in an armchair, busy playing with her phone. She didn't notice Ethan come in. Ethan stared at the woman, and for a long time. He sighed. Ever since their parents forced them to be together, the woman had been pestering his life. He kept avoiding her, giving any excuse that he could come up with, just to stay away from her.
He never loved her. The only feelings he had for her, was the feeling between a brother and a sister. But, he couldn't tell her that, because, he could see clearly that she had feelings for him. And for that, he couldn't hurt her feelings.
"Hey, Ethan, you're back. Where have you been? I've been calling you but you weren't picking up?" she asked him when she noticed him standing at the door step.
She stood up and walked closer to him and embraced him. She missed him so much. Ethan, on the other hand, didn't hug her back. He didn't want to disappoint her, but he also didn't want to keep on lying to her and to himself. He thought he could make it work, with her. But, it just didn't work out.
Chloe didn't give much thought to his behavior. She knew, he never loved her. But, she was willing to give him time, because she loved him. Her father was rich, she was beautiful. She had everything in a woman, a man yearned for. Men would kill to have her. So, eventually, he would fall in love with her. That was what she believed.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned forward to give him a kiss on his lips. Ethan turned his head to the side before the kiss fell on his lips. He literally dodged the kiss.
"I know, you don't love me, but can't you just pretend even for a day? I really don't understand you anymore. What is it that you want me to do, so you can love me back? My dad is rich, I'm beautiful and there are so many men out there who would do anything to have me, but I chose you. What else do you want? Or am I not beautiful enough in your eyes? Or is there someone else in your heart?" she spoke bitterly, her eyes watery, tears threatening to escape through her eyes.
Ethan's mind went blank. Is there someone else in your heart? This question kept ringing in his head. He didn't know the answer. His mind went back to the incident that happened earlier today. The little woman he met, how she hugged him. And....and the string of beads she gave to him. His hand in his pocket, he held the rosary firmly as the memories started to flash through his mind. Was he starting to fall in love with her?
Clearing his head of the thoughts, he spoke again,
"I'm sorry Chloe, but I just can't pretend to love you when I don't. I only see you as my younger sister. There can never be anything between us," he made things clear to her .
"Like you said, you're beautiful, and men would do anything to have you. Why don't you try any other man out there, and maybe you will find your perfect match. I really don't love you," he told her the bitter truth.
"What are you saying, Ethan? I love you so much, and I don't want to be away from you," she said, in between sobs.
"Okay, fine, I will give you space and time to think clearly. You don't love me now, I'm sure you'll love me eventually. You just need time and space, I'm willing to give it to you," she tried to convince him. But, Ethan wasn't giving into her.
"There is nothing to think about, Chloe. Find someone else," he simply said and removed her hand which was holding him.
"No, Ethan! I don't want other men, it's you I want! Please, don't chase me out of your life." These words drained all her strength.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, Chloe picked up her bag, ran out of the room, down the stairs and out of the mansion. At the door step, she met Devin.
Ethan walked into "The Intoxicated" Entertainment clubhouse, the familiar buzz of energy and laughter wash over him. He spotted Alex and James who were already seated at their usual position. “Hey, look who finally decided to show up!” Alex called out, a playful grin spreading across his face. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. James, ever the composed one, merely raised an eyebrow but offered a smirk.Ethan shrugged nonchalantly, but inside, he could still feel the residual warmth of the passionate encounter he’d just had with Aviana. The slightly disheveled state of his hair and the faint trace of lipstick lingering on his collar were the only signs that might give him away, but he hoped they would go unnoticed. “Traffic,” Ethan replied coolly, sliding into his seat with an air of indifference. He could see the knowing glimmer in Alex’s eyes, the way he leaned in just a bit closer, eager for any hint of a story.“Right,” Alex said, chuckl
Aviana walked into the house, her blouse still partially buttoned, a telltale sign of the passionate encounter she’d just had with Ethan in the car. As she fumbled with the remaining buttons, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy, a small, curious voice called out from the living room.“Big sis!” Hayden appeared around the corner, his bright eyes wide with curiosity. He was clutching a toy car tightly in one hand and staring up at his sister with a mix of innocence and suspicion.Aviana, momentarily flustered, straightened up and tried to smooth her disheveled appearance. “Hey, Hayden,” she said, forcing a casual tone. “What’s up?”Hayden’s gaze remained fixed on her, his little brows knitting together as he took in the scene. “You’re home pretty late, Big sis. And why are you buttoning your blouse like that? Did you and Uncle Ethan have a... uh, fun time in the car?”Aviana’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red. She froze mid-button, her mouth slightly open as she tried to proc
Aviana lay in Ethan's arms, their bodies intertwined in a comfortable silence that spoke volumes of their deep connection. The room was quiet, save for the soft rhythm of their breathing and the occasional contented sigh that escaped their lips.Ethan gently brushed a strand of hair away from Aviana's face, his touch tender and filled with affection. He couldn't help but marvel at how natural and right it felt to have her in his arms, to feel her warmth against him.Aviana shifted slightly, her head resting against his chest as she looked up at him with a soft smile. "You know," she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness, "you have a way of making everything feel so... perfect."Ethan chuckled softly, his heart swelling with love for this woman who brought so much joy into his life. "I'm just glad you feel that way," he replied, his voice gentle. "You mean the world to me, Aviana."Aviana's smile widened, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest as she gazed up at
Ethan looked up, his face flushed and his posture stiff as he tried to hold Aviana close. His usual aloof demeanor was completely absent, replaced by a flustered and panicked expression. “Faith! I—I didn’t expect—” he stammered, his words tumbling out in a jumbled mess.Faith couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight. Ethan, the ever-composed boss, was now visibly flustered, with his shirt slightly askew and a look of sheer bewilderment on his face. Aviana’s cries were still unabated, adding to the hilarity of the situation.“Uh, Sir,” Faith said, trying to suppress her laughter as she walked over to them. “It looks like you’re having a bit of a rough time here.”Ethan, still holding Aviana, glanced at Faith with a mix of frustration and embarrassment. “Faith, I... I don’t know what to do. She’s... she’s crying because I figured out something too quickly, and then I made it worse by saying I got help from Scarlet. I don’t know how to fix this!"Faith’s eyes twinkled with a mix of amuseme
Ethan stood outside Aviana's office door, his mind racing with thoughts of how to approach her. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves, then knocked gently."Come in," Aviana's voice called from inside. Ethan entered cautiously, finding Aviana seated at her desk, engrossed in reviewing some documents. She looked up as he entered, her expression neutral but her eyes betraying a hint of wariness."Avi, can we talk?" Ethan asked softly, stepping further into the room.Aviana leaned back in her chair, her expression cool and composed despite the underlying irritation. Ethan stood before her, unsure of how to break through her icy demeanor."What's there to talk about, Ethan?" Aviana began, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she tapped her pen on the desk. "I don't expect you to have figured out the reason I'm mad at you already. It might take you a day, a week, or a lifetime to figure it out. Who knows?"Ethan blinked, taken aback by her blunt honesty. "Avi, I—""Nope," Aviana cut in,
Scarlet grinned at Aviana's comment about Milo, nodding in agreement. "He definitely does. But speaking of being kept on your toes, how's my brother treating you these days, Avi?" Scarlet asked playfully, raising an eyebrow teasingly.Aviana's smile faltered immediately at the mention of Ethan, her mood shifting drastically. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself before responding. "Ethan?" she replied tersely, her voice edged with irritation. "He's... he's fine."Scarlet sensed the change in Aviana's tone, her playful expression fading as she picked up on the underlying tension. "Uh-oh, trouble in paradise?" she asked cautiously, eyebrows raised in mock concern. Aviana scoffed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. "Paradise? More like a roller coaster," she muttered, her hands gesturing animatedly. Scarlet sighed dramatically, leaning back in her chair as she looked at Aviana with exaggerated concern. "Okay, spill the tea, Avi. What happened between you and Ethan this