Eunice’s POV“Do you love the dress?” Julie asked with a hopeful smile.We were both in my dressing room, preparing for a date that somehow felt like a second chance at something I once gave up on. As usual, Julie had taken the lead in helping me get ready, just like she always did when something big was about to happen.“Of course. I totally love everything,” I said, smiling as I admired my reflection in the mirror.I wore a white gown that stopped at my knee. It was off-shoulder, straight-cut, and tight enough to hug my body in a way that accentuated every curve. The design was simple but elegant—a reminder that sometimes, grace lives in subtlety. I looked beautiful. Like someone who was finally ready to show up for her own life again.Earlier today, I told myself I was done being the Eunice I had become after Tyler’s betrayal. Maybe this wasn’t a full transformation, maybe I wasn’t completely healed, but something inside me had shifted. A new beginning was starting to take root—ev
Adrian’s POVI asked her to come with me on a second date, and she accepted just like that. Right at the table, that night, after I had answered all her questions with sincerity.Something clicked inside me the moment she agreed. It wasn’t far-fetched. “She likes the person I am, and she doesn’t mind going on another date with me,” I thought. As those words echoed in my ears, I smiled and watched her walk away into the night, her silhouette slowly fading under the dim lights of the restaurant’s exit.By the evening of the next day, it was time. This date was supposed to be more official, more refined, than the casual one we had before. So this time, it was up to me to pick her up personally.Earlier in the morning, I had instructed Divine to handle all business calls in my absence. If any caller insisted they needed to speak to me directly, he was to let them know they'd have to wait until I returned. Divine nodded and bowed in understanding. He had always been reliable.I also inform
Gabriel’s POV Sir,” she sounded, her voice fidgeting like she didn’t dare to say what she wanted to say. “Shhhh!” I took my finger to her mouth and stopped her from saying anything further with her shaky voice. I already knew what she wanted to say. What could she say other than the fact that we were in the office and it was not polite? That Junior, my assistant, would want to come in at any time.But could that really happen? When my privacy was prioritised? “I tell you what,” I said. “I don’t care that you have a husband or that you have a kid. Henceforth, you will always serve me. And you know what I am talking about.” She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes said she was trying to put together my words, like she didn’t understand them at first. So, I decided to state it more explicitly in a way that she'd understand quite perfectly. “Now, if you want to keep your f*king job, if you do not want your husband to know what you always do at night, then you will do wh
Gabriel’s POVIf I said that I didn’t look straight into her sexy cleavage again as she continued to plead, that only meant I lied.Her cleavage glistened like a surface cleaned with honey, warm, sweet, and glimmering under the soft office light. It was drawing me in, pulling me so close that I didn’t even realize when I began to salivate.A beautiful woman was every man’s weakness. And if I fell for mine, even now, in the middle of a heated issue, who could blame me?At that moment, she was still on her knees, still pleading with desperation in her voice. But my mind had already drifted, replaying what Junior told me earlier. That thought now added fuel to the fire growing within me.Earlier, when Junior stood outside the door, I’d thought he was peeping through the keyhole. But he had reassured me, “The keyhole is blocked. Your privacy is highly respected, sir.”That was all I needed to know. Even in the workplace, this very office, I had control. I could do and undo as I pleased.An
Gabriel’s POVWe stepped into the boardroom, and immediately I felt the weight of every gaze turn to me. The room was filled with tension, admiration, and something close to reverence. I saw how each person looked at me, with so much respect it almost startled me.They bowed so deeply, their heads nearly kissed the floor.“Welcome, sir!” several voices echoed.They were seated at the long polished table, each of them dressed in perfectly tailored, shining suits. Their wristwatches, sleek and expensive, glittered under the lights, clear indicators of fat salaries and well-fed bank accounts.The very instant I stepped fully into the room, after glancing at the faces before me, my attention was drawn to a particular empty chair at the far end of the table. It wasn’t just vacant. It stood out.It was the most decorated chair in the room.Intrigued, I squinted at the gold-lettered inscription carefully etched into the headrest of the chair. The words shimmered under the lights as I read th
Gabriel’s POV“Well… I don't remember telling you I needed your opinion on anything,” I hissed at him, my eyes narrowing coldly.And like a servant facing his master, too afraid to offend him no matter what the cost, he immediately went down on his knees.“I apologise for trespassing, sir. The name Gabriel’s Holdings is a great option for our company. It aligns perfectly with our vision, and I believe it would attract more clients to us.”He paused, voice trembling slightly as though weighing every word.“Do you want me to proceed and register the name duly as the new name?”His voice was frantic now, shaky with fear and desperation. At that, a slow smirk curved at the corner of my cheek.It was amusing.I couldn't help but wonder, was this how every PA behaved? Did they all drop to their knees at every disagreement or when their boss so much as frowned? Did they beg like this?If that was standard protocol, then wasn’t I just too damn fortunate to have been birthed by Josie Morgan?“