Celeste’s POVI drained my second cup of coffee and placed it on the conference room table with a clang.“Only two new orders since yesterday?” I asked, hoping I’d misheard Grace.But she simply drummed her fingers on the table and nodded.I flipped through the document Gideon had placed in front of me. In just twenty-four hours, our orders had plummeted, and we had racked up negative reviews on our website.The stress hit me harder this time around. It wasn’t just our financial security on the line anymore–we had an entire team who were counting on a paycheck at the end of the month.I snapped the papers shut and looked up to see Gideon lean over Grace to place her document neatly on the table in front of her. She stopped breathing.I watched her cheeks turn crimson as he stood back and sat beside her. How could she be so smitten so quickly? Sure, she had run the interviews, but it was only the second day since he’d been working with her.I wasn’t looking forward to the difficult co
Celeste’s POVMy foot tapped restlessly as I sipped my coffee in sight of the studio’s entrance. I checked my phone again and huffed.Ryan was late for work.I shouldn’t care about the familiar way he had spoken to Michelle on the phone yesterday. I definitely shouldn’t miss the feeling of his sudden hug beneath the trees. But I did, and it was driving me crazy.The front door flung open, and Ryan froze when he saw me.Stray drops of water trickled from his damp hair. He’d forgone his usual clean shave this morning, and the dark shadow over his jaw screamed masculine. Heat rushed through me, desire striking my core.This man was delectable.I tried not to think about what activities he and Michelle could have been up to this morning. But I remembered his readiness for another round as soon as we woke up from our one-night stand.“Sorry I’m late, boss.” He said in the doorway, rubbing the back of his neck. “Traffic was a nightmare.”“Ah-huh.” I arched an eyebrow. “That explains why you
Ryan’s POV“You’ve met my parents–they’d never accept me for who I am,” Michelle cried, voice hoarse. “So please, Ryan, don’t take this chance from me.”It hurt to see my friend in so much pain. She was right about Lisa and Robert Hughes, though. Each interaction with them was steeped in a sexist, outdated worldview–so of course homophobia was part of the package.“I understand your parents will have trouble accepting your truth, but going to this extreme to hide–”“I’ve been open with Katie about our fake relationship from the start, and she’s accepted it. What if Celeste would too?” There was a desperation in her eyes. “The only way for us both to be happy is to keep pretending.”“That’s no way to live.” I shook my head firmly. “But I’ll support you, Michelle. We can find another way t–”Her eyebrows knitted together with tension, and she cut me off, voice raised.“How will you keep Celeste safe if your father finds out we’ve orchestrated our breakup?” My Adam’s apple bobbed as I s
Ryan’s POV“Ryan, I must confess,” Michelle said smoothly as she stepped into my apartment. “I’m dreadfully jealous of you at the moment.”I cocked an eyebrow as I closed the door.“Of my penthouse? We both know your family can afford better.”“No,” she said, handing me a small potted plant. “Your father’s loose reins. My parents would never let me move out–it’s improper for an unmarried woman to live on their own, as they say.”She spoke without feeling, like she was reciting tomorrow’s weather report.“My father’s reins aren’t as loose as you think.” I said, guiding her to the kitchen and placing the succulent on the counter. “Something to drink?”“I’d love some tea, thank you,” she said, sitting on a bar stool.My jaw was tight as I put the espresso capsule away.Reaching for coffee was instinctual–my beautiful caffeine addict had ingrained herself in everything I did.I made the tea, placed it in front of Michelle and leaned on the island.There was no point in drawing this out any
Vanessa’s POVPower and elegance.That was the message the sleek facade of Crown Luxe’s head office conveyed perfectly. I strutted through the revolving doors, smiling brightly.My new work environment suited my taste well.“Vanessa Abrams?” A woman stood from an armchair in the reception area and gave me a stiff smile. “Most new hires strive for punctuality on their first day. It’s a trait a Head of Design Team should have, wouldn’t you agree?”I suppressed an eye roll as I walked up to her.Who was this bitch anyway? I was literally only twenty minutes late, and she was already railing me. “Please forgive my tardiness. The morning sickness was especially bad today.” I glanced at her midsection before giving her sickly sweet smile. “I’m sure you can relate.”Her eyes widened a fraction before she smoothed her face into a stone mask.“Oh, are you not pregnant?” I gasped with feigned surprise, squinting at her face. Her skin was annoyingly flawless for someone pushing forty. “How insen
Celeste’s POV“Everything alright with you and Ryan?” Grace asked from the doorway.I ended my call with Damien and sighed.“I really don’t know.” I tapped my phone against my chin. “I think that was his misguided attempt at looking out for me. Or maybe he just hates Damien–I mean, who could blame him?”She snorted. “No one. Ever.”But then she stepped into the room and chewed her lip, clearly anxious.“What’s bothering you, Grace?” “You need to get him under control, love. We can’t have an assistant running around the studio, barking out orders. Things are different now.” She tried to lessen the blow with a thin smile. “It’s frankly unprofessional, Celeste.”The criticism hit hard. It was valid, but that didn’t stop the sting to my pride.“You’re a CEO, Ryan’s an assistant–you need to keep that hierarchy in mind, okay?” She said, squeezing my arm once before leaving her office.I stood alone, gripping my phone.Day one with our new hires and I was already getting a talking to from