ログインWho am I when I am not wearing my mask?Nobody had ever asked me that.In my twenty-five years of existence, the question had never come up and no one had cared enough to know who I was beyond the surface.This man wanted to know me?He wanted to see I was when I wasn't being Sloane Reed?I rummaged through the question in my head.People rarely asked me personal questions. It was always about Reed Industries, the board, my five-year projections and succession plans and opinion on quarterly earnings. If they wanted to go deeper, then they asked about Cole, and now, about Zane and my marriage. Nobody had ever looked at me and wondered what was underneath the version of me that did all of that.Zane was looking at me like he actually wanted to know.“Do you really want to know?” I asked incredulously.“Yes. Why is that surprising? We're supposed to be married, aren’t we?” he questioned back. It shouldn't be weird that someone wanted to get to know me for who i was truly and not what
"Why is your office playing the worst music I've ever heard in my life?"I looked up from my laptop.Sloane stood in the doorway looking personally offended by the existence of sound.For a second, I just stared.Not because of what she'd said.Because of what she was wearing.Plaid pajama pants and an oversized Reed Industries hoodie with bare feet Her hair was twisted into a bun that had clearly started the evening with ambition and steadily deteriorated over the course of the night.She looked nothing like the woman who spent her days intimidating board members and negotiating billion-dollar deals.She looked... cute.The realization annoyed me.Sloane pointed toward the speakers."This."I blinked. "This what?""This song."The music blasted through the office. It was bright, cheerful and extremely upbeat..It was the kind of song that felt like it had been manufactured specifically for dancing around a bedroom with absolutely no witnesses.I frowned. "What about it?""What about
The coffee kept happening.I always made extra in the morning when I was the first to wake up and he drank it. Then he made extra on some mornings. Before I came down, and I drank that. Neither of us really mentioned it or actively talked about it. It was just a quiet moment we decided to share without labeling it or acting like it was there. It occurred frequently now. It was as normal as the way the sun came up or the housekeeper restocked the fridgem. It was an established fact of the house nobody needed to discuss.That was all I thought it was.Except it wasn't. Not quite, because somewhere in the second week he started asking how or if I'd slept at all.He started asking not because he just wanted to make small talk and fill the silence but because he was actually concerned and in those moments his eyes inquired more than what a basic "fine" and moving on could answer.He actually wanted the answer, and the first time it happened I was so surprised by his next statement."You
I looked at her across the counter where she sat in her robe with her hair down and arms crossed like she was bracing for something. Sloane had schooled her face into being expressionless and unwavering. I turned and took a mug from the cabinet.“Couldn’t sleep either?" I broke the silence."Coffee?" I added before she could form a response."I didn’t say I couldn’t sleep, you know."I nodded slightly. " I know. Do you want coffee or not?"She stared at me for a long moment, probably calculating whether to push back or take the coffee and find another angle to argue with me. I had learned in the two uninterrupted weeks we spent together that whenever she paused, it meant she was trying to choose her battles."Fine," she went with the latter option."I wouldn't mind the coffee.” Without another word, I went about making it the way I knew she liked it. I had never in my life imagined making coffee at midnight for anyone. I mean, that was one of the reasons I had a team of kitch
What the hell are you hiding from me? I had opened my mouth to ask him that when he received a phone call and his countenance changed. The rooftop was empty and the last few guests had left. I had turned to him with the question that had been sitting on my mind since midnight in the villa but at that moment, when I watched his face change, I couldn't approach him anymore. It told me that whatever he'd said through that wall last night wasn't nothing and that I needed to know what it was because it was the only thing that explained this hot and cold I was experiencing. His expression shifted like a door closing. And everything that had been open at dinner, where our elbows had touched and neither of us moved, was completely gone, reminding me that in the truth of it, this man was a stranger. He held up a finger, a gesture to ask to be excused and walked to the far edge of the rooftop where he knew I couldn’t hear him with the phone in his ear. I stood where I was and watched hi
She was looking at me differently now and it wasn't the cold look from the morning after the ruin or professionally neutral look she'd worn for the last three days. This was weighted, suspicious and in the mix it was almost as if I could sense disdain. She looked like she was missing a piece of information and was trying to find the details at all cost. She suspected something. I noticed it at breakfast when she looked up from her phone and held my gaze for half a second longer than neutrality required and then asked me a very interesting question. “Is there anything I should know?” She was calm, her face devoid of emotions. “Not that I know of, or is there anything you think I should be telling you?” I asked back. “Not that I know of, either. I,'m asking, just in case.” She said and simply went back to her food. I noticed it again at lunch, when I mentioned the final event and she responded too normally, like she wasn’t too certain of my words or what I was saying.
We are getting married tomorrow.Two days. That was all it had taken from the signed contract to the scheduled wedding. I had expected Sloane Reed to take the full three days, maybe longer. Instead she had called Patrick from the café, confirmed the date before she even stood up from the table, and
He walked in and every head in the café turned. I had already been seated for ten minutes, black coffee in front of me that I hadn't touched, the file on the table within reach. I had chosen the corner table deliberately. Away from the windows, away from anyone who might recognize either of us and
I woke up to my head pounding like someone was taking a hammer to it from the inside.My phone on the nightstand was lit up and buzzing in a way that communicated something had gone very wrong overnight, which I already knew, but seeing thirty seven missed calls from my secretary at eight in the mo
The dress was beautiful and I was walking down the aisle in it. The cathedral sleeves, the pearl buttons running down the back, the train sweeping the floor behind me like something out of a magazine. Cole had picked it himself and it was perfect and with every step I took I looked exactly like a







