Helena’s point of view “We should be what?” My voice was low as I heard the word “partners.” “Gym partners.” He made it more precise and I cleared my throat. “T-That would be good.” I stuttered, and he then laughed. Yes I know I was already having little feelings for him but he is my boss, what would people think? Especially my colleagues. “Let's go now.” He uttered and we both walked out of the gym. He opened another door. This room was filled with game activities. “Do you love games?” I asked with so much amazement.The Mr Manchester I know is so much of a workaholic person, I never imagined he would love fun activities as well. I guess I don't know him that much. “I played games when I was much younger so I stored most of them here while growing up, so moving to New York, I decided to leave all this behind.” He explained, he sounded more calm. “Oh I never thought you’d love games, they look all fun to play with.” I could feel my inner child dancing as I spoke, forgetting I
Helena’s point of view Later that day we both went out, touring round the city, very beautiful places to view, I loved it. I noticed how Ethan, my boss, laughed more often, he acted like a different person entirely, and I really loved that side of him.“Would you have ice cream?” Ethan asked me and I smiled and nodded quickly staring at him. “Alright, choose the flavors you want.” His tone sounded more soft than it used to, his not a scary boss after all. I pointed at the flavors of ice cream I love.“What about you, aren't you having some?” I asked him, I was starting to be more comfortable around him, and not sound so formal anymore except when we are at work. “I don't take Ice cream.” He answered and I furrowed my brows. “Why not? Have a taste, you’d for sure love this flavor.” I tried to be a bit playful around him. He suddenly gave me this look and my smile began to shrink. He then looked at the ice cream. Or does he want it? Why does this man’s mood switch up so fast? “
Helena’s point of view I went back to the room after having a work-related discussion with Mr Manchester. I sat on the bed, and suddenly I thought of how nice Mr Manchester has become towards me. I was so surprised when he gave me his credit card, it was beginning to feel like we came for a vacation instead of work. The thought about work suddenly fluid my mind, thinking of how I would cope working as Mr Manchester’s wife. I was so comfortable being known as his secretary, not his wife. I turned and looked at the books he gave me earlier today, I picked up one and read through the outline behind the book. It talked about an independent woman, it looked interesting so I quickly started reading. Suddenly my phone buzzed and I moved to where I dropped it, it was Lisa calling, I quickly picked up. “Hey girl!” She exclaimed with excitement and I laughed. “Lisa, we have so much to talk about, just staying a day here,” I responded quickly.“I know there would be a lot to talk about…
Ethan’s point of view Coming to Italy with Helena wasn't just about work. I want to know more about her and spend more time with her, it wasn’t compulsory to come with a wife, I know I would work that out but as they made mention of it, I just wanted Helena to come play that role. After all, she is my wife, but she doesn't know yet. Helena seems weak and I don't like that about her, she needs to be bold and fearless and I would love to make her that way. After watching how her step mother has been treating her, I don't want her to look pitied, my wife can't be that way. I know Helena loves reading so I took out a few books. I wanted her to go through them, at least for a good start. I know she would pick a few things from reading the books. I thought of more other things and I would love for her to change her wardrobe, Helena got a good sense of dressing, I just wanted to fill up her wardrobe more. As we got to the mall, I stretched my hand to give my credit card to her. “Sir,
Samantha’s POVWhat??“What do you mean?” I asked, looking surprised, or was it a mistake?He looked at me with his face all tight. “Don’t tell me you have forgotten the major reason why you are here with me.” He said, looking a bit annoyed. And it quickly dawned on me, I remembered the day we went out on a date, or should I call that a date?“Oh, sir, I… I'm sorry it slipped my mind.” My tone was low, and I pinched myself slightly for being so forgetful. I would have to pretend to be his fake wife at work, this would be a whole lot for me. “Don’t be forgetful.” He took his eyes off me. “You can go through the papers, sign it, and give it back to me.” His eyes were on his phone while he spoke. “Okay, sir,” I responded and looked back at the paper. There really isn't a need for all this but anyways it’s something fake, nothing to be bothered about. I signed the papers and gave them back to him. It's been over forty minutes, and we haven't gotten there yet, but Mr Manchester sa
Helena’s point of view We got into the house and I was so captivated by all the aesthetic designs and how beautiful the house looked from the inside and out. Some ladies walked out of nowhere, took my bags, and welcomed us in. Ohh I guess it won't be just the two of us staying here after all That was a relief off my chest. I know Mr. Manchester won't do anything to me if we stay alone but I won’t be comfortable with the fact that we will be alone. “Mrs Helena, she will walk you to your room.” Mr Manchester said and walked away. “Welcome Ma’am, my name is Ruth.” The lady standing beside me spoke, which took my attention off Mr Manchester who was walking out of the living room. And I looked at her. She looked young, like she should be in her early twenties I guess, with a bright smile on her face. “Thank you, Ruth.” I smiled a little and we walked through the stairs to the room. The room was so spacious and a few aesthetic designs Ruth helped me arrange my clothes in t