EMILY’S POV
Two invitations. Same day. Same night.
And one of them came from the man who had kissed me like he meant it, but still hadn’t said how he truly felt.
I read the message again.
Then again.
I didn’t know what I would say. I didn’t know what I would choose.
When I see Ethan's text, asking me out for dinner on Saturday night, my stomach twisted.
Two invitations. Same day. Same night.
I picked up my phone and responded to the text. "What do you think of Friday night,"
"If it's fine by you," He texted back.
"Then I'd love that," I texted back, grimacing.
Friday night arrived quicker than I had imagined. I wore a simple outfit....a deep navy dress that hugged my body frame, with a soft makeup, and my hair curled. I dressed to l
EMILY’S POVI felt relieved when Mara introduced herself. Her presence felt like a gift to me. After she had introduced herself as one of the designers for Vera label, her contagious smile and bubble attitude made me realize that she's not a nervous newcomer.With her around, my time at Vera label won't be boring.An hour later, the designers were ushered into a meeting room. There were mannequins in the room and I gaze at it as I looked at the fabrics worn on itLiana, Vera label's brand lead stepped into the room and everyone stared at her, curiosity shining in the eyes."Thank you all for coming tonight," Liana began, her eyes darting at each of us. "We have seen your portfolio and I would say we are very impressed. Now we are ready to move onto the next agenda,"She paused, taking her lower lips in, and we waited patiently for her to spill the full
Emily’s POV… My three-year-long facade of happiness finally came to an end in a single day. How did this happen? I’ll tell you. It all started the day I caught him cheating on me. I stood there frozen in the doorway like a block of ice. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. The scene in front of me felt like a cruel joke- Daniel, this same man I had loved for three years, was there before me, tangled up with another woman in our bed. I repeat- OUR bed. At first, neither of them noticed me, but when Daniel finally looked up, his expression wasn’t one of guilt or regret. It was annoyance. As if I were the one who had done something wrong. “Emily,” he said, casually pulling the sheet over himself. “You weren’t supposed to be home yet.” That was it. No apologies. No frantic explanations. Just those cold, indifferent words that sliced through me like a knife. The bitch beside him- brunette, sat up smirking- she didn’t even bother covering up. She just raised an eyebrow
Emily’s POV…Ethan studied me over the rim of his glass, his sharp blue eyes filled with quiet amusement. He didn’t smile-not fully- but there was something in his expression that told me he wasn’t used to being challenged. "Alright, Sinclair. Let’s see what you’ve got."He let a beat of silence pass, as if assessing me, before taking a slow sip of his drink. When he finally spoke, his voice was slow, deliberate. "That depends," he said, tilting his head slightly. "Are we talking business or something else?"I smirked. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"Ethan let out a quiet chuckle—low, deep, the kind that sent a strange thrill down my spine. "I usually don’t play games," he said, watching me with an intensity that made my stomach tighten.“That’s funny,” I replied, swirling the champagne in my glass. “Because you’ve been staring at me like you’re already playing one.” His gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it darkened slightly. “Maybe I’m just trying to figure out your angle.”I took a sl
Emily’s POV… I stared at the business card in my hand, my heart pounding as I tapped Ethan’s number into my phone. Olivia sat beside me, practically vibrating with excitement, mouthing “do it,” over and over again. With a deep breath, I hit call. It rang twice before a deep, familiar voice answered. “Carter” My breath caught at the way he said my last name—calm, controlled, effortlessly powerful.“Ethan,” I said, trying to sound composed. “It’s Emily.”There was a beat of silence. Not the awkward kind. The calculated kind. Like he wasn’t surprised I had called—but he was still deciding what to do with that information.“I see you took my offer,” he finally said.I smirked slightly. “That depends. What exactly was your offer?”A quiet chuckle. Low. Amused. “Why don’t you come by my office tomorrow, and we’ll find out?”I hesitated. “Your office?”“Yes. Unless you’d prefer somewhere else?” His tone was smooth, unreadable.“No, your office is fine,” I said quickly, gripping the phon
Emily’s POV… Ethan pulled back abruptly, his breathing uneven. His grip on my waist tightened for just a second before he forced himself to let go. His forehead nearly touched mine as he exhaled slowly. “We’re not doing this here.” I, still still dazed from the heat of his kiss, smirked. “So where, then?” Ethan stepped back, shaking his head, his expression unreadable. “Emily.”I titled my head, eyes gleaming with challenge. “My apartment.” A dark chuckle escaped him, but there was no amusement in it- just something dangerous. He studied me, his gaze trailing over my face as if searching for hesitation. “You don’t stop pushing, do you?” he muttered. “Not when I want something.”His jaw tightened. “You should be careful about that.”I took a step closer, deliberately, testing him. “Why? Because you’re not like your brother?”Ethan’s expression darkened instantly. His eyes flashed with something almost lethal, but his voice remained controlled. Too controlled.“No, Emily. I’m not
Emily’s POV… I stirred as the soft morning light streamed through my bedroom window, casting a warm glow over the sheets. The first thing I became aware of was the soreness in my body—a reminder of exactly how last night had unfolded.The second thing? The steady, solid warmth beside me. Ethan was still here. I blinked, my head turning slowly on the pillow. He was lying on his back, one arm resting behind his head, the other draped loosely over his stomach. He’d been awake, watching me for a while. I swallowed, suddenly unsure of what to say. “You stayed.” Ethan’s lips twitched, but he didn’t move. “I did.” That was unexpected. Ethan Sinclair wasn’t the type to linger. He wasn’t the type to entertain repeats- at least that’s what I’d always heard. And yet, here he was. Before I could over-think it, he shifted, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from my face. His fingers were warm, his touch, too gentle for a man who had been anything but last night. “What are you doing
Emily’s POVThe black sedan pulled to a halt in front of my apartment. I clutched onto the thin strap of my purse, avoiding his gaze. My heart slammed against my ribs, feeling a moment of hesitation. I was about to slide out of the passenger seats before my hand could reach the door handle when Ethan's hand landed on my wrist, closing around it. His grasp was firm but not harsh as if he never wanted to let me go."Emily -" He began, voice low and deep."No," I interjected, yanking his hand free from my wrist. "I understand; I have clearly said that multiple times," I said, my voice coming steadier than I had imagined. I slid out of the car, closing the door with a sharp click.I felt his eyes on me, watching me for minutes as if he was expecting me to turn back and meet him. I didn't look back; instead, I hurried up, hastening my steps, gripping my small purse tightly until I reached my front door.I unlocked the door and went inside. As soon as I got inside, I slammed the door shut
EMILY’S POVA sudden knock came on my apartment door, loud and unexpected. I flinched slightly, and my head turned towards the entrance door."Babes, please hold on. Someone is knocking on my door," I said, to Olivia over the phone, my voice tightening."Are you expecting anyone, Emily," Olivia asked, and I nodded negatively as if she could see me."Not at all, I'm not expecting anyone," I responded."Maybe you should ignore it," Emily suggested, and I nodded in agreement. "I think I'll agree with you. I'm not expecting anyone," I replied, and just then I heard another loud bang on my door.My eyes went to the door, my mind racing with various thoughts. I'm not expecting anyone. No texts? No calls? -- just nothingCould it be Ethan? Maybe he's back and if he's the one, why is he here? I thought he didn't want to ruin his reputation. Coming over to my house will ruin his reputation.I stood up from the plush sofa, still holding my phone as I adjusted my gown. I approached the person, m
EMILY’S POVI felt relieved when Mara introduced herself. Her presence felt like a gift to me. After she had introduced herself as one of the designers for Vera label, her contagious smile and bubble attitude made me realize that she's not a nervous newcomer.With her around, my time at Vera label won't be boring.An hour later, the designers were ushered into a meeting room. There were mannequins in the room and I gaze at it as I looked at the fabrics worn on itLiana, Vera label's brand lead stepped into the room and everyone stared at her, curiosity shining in the eyes."Thank you all for coming tonight," Liana began, her eyes darting at each of us. "We have seen your portfolio and I would say we are very impressed. Now we are ready to move onto the next agenda,"She paused, taking her lower lips in, and we waited patiently for her to spill the full
EMILY’S POVTwo invitations. Same day. Same night.And one of them came from the man who had kissed me like he meant it, but still hadn’t said how he truly felt.I read the message again.Then again.I didn’t know what I would say. I didn’t know what I would choose.When I see Ethan's text, asking me out for dinner on Saturday night, my stomach twisted.Two invitations. Same day. Same night.I picked up my phone and responded to the text. "What do you think of Friday night,""If it's fine by you," He texted back."Then I'd love that," I texted back, grimacing.Friday night arrived quicker than I had imagined. I wore a simple outfit....a deep navy dress that hugged my body frame, with a soft makeup, and my hair curled. I dressed to l
EMILY’S POVI couldn't shake her words off my mind. They echoed in my head for minutes after I watch her leave to attend to other guest. Her calm but calculative voice played again and again in my head."You should be careful.""You know, sometimes people get a little... possessive about things.""If I were you, I wouldn’t be too quick to trust people easily before of their nice gestures. You never know who’s playing you.""Just don’t get too comfortable, Emily. People like you don’t always get the luxury of staying comfortable."Those words replayed in my head over and over countless times.Was that a warning? Or was it a cryptic code that I have to decode.I stood in front of the designs displayed, trying to focus on the clothes, the stitching, the fabrics bu
EMILY'S POVI froze, my phone pressed harder against my ears as Ethan's voice Ethan echoed in my head.For a moment I didn't know how to respond. I hoped they didn't hear his voice or know who I was talking to.My tongue felt heavy, my heart pounding loudly. I stared at Victoria, who was watching me closely with a smug expression on her face."I'll take my leave now," I said, turning my back at her as I clutched onto my bag and phone tighter. I got outside and reduced my pace."Emily," Ethan called again, his voice raspy.I walked out of the building, stepping on a pavement to wait for a cab."Yes," I finally answered, my voice low and steady.There was a brief silence on the other end before Ethan talked again. "You're ignoring me calls and kept my text messages on read. I guess that was deliberate," He said, frustration hinting in his voice mI swallowed hard, gripping my tote bag tighter against my side. "I was busy, and I needed some space for myself," I said, keeping my voice ste
EMILY'S POVThe hotel hallway suddenly became quiet after the knock. My soul has frozen, my heart slamming against my ribs when I heard Chloe's voice from outside.I was resting on the door, unsure of my next line of action,my thoughts racing faster than a cheetahMy entire body tensed at the idea of her walking in and discovering me here, in Ethan’s suite. The last thing I wanted was for her to put two and two together.I held my breath for a few more moments, counting the seconds in my head as I waited for her footsteps to fade down the hallway. When the silence was absolute, I dared to open the door slightly, just enough to peek out. My heart still raced, but thankfully, the hallway was empty.That was too close.I closed the door quietly behind me, taking a deep, steadying breath. I needed to leave. I needed to get out of here before anything else happened, before Chloe came back or someone else discovered me. Ethan had given me access to his suite, but that didn’t mean I was supp
EMILY'S POVThe morning light filtered in softly through the curtains, casting reflection across the room. My eyes flickered open, blinking multiple times as I stretched my soul and body. I could feel Ethan's arm around my chest, his chest rising and falling in rhythm. The faint scent of his cologne still lingered in the air as his arms made me feel safe, comfortable.....secured, almost like we are the only one on earth.I shifted and turned to face him. His dark hair tousled from sleep. I smiled softly, taking in the sight of him. He looks so at peace, vulnerable in a way that he didn't let anyone see. My fingers trace the contours of his face.Ethan stirred, blinking his eyes as it met mine. There was that look in his eyes, something deep and unspoken, like there was so much he wanted to say but for some reason he didn't."Good morning," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep."Morning," He replied, his voice low and rough. He reached out, pulling me closer as his lips find it way o
EMILY'S POVIn the past few days, things moved faster than I had expected. Olivia's idea, that I had doubted and feared that it might be in a dream forever has blossomed into something real.With her help, and her networking, her small circle of socialites who were happy and eager to try out a fresh designer approached me and I found myself designing again.Sketches turned into consultations. Consultation turned into paid request and I found myself doing something I enjoyed, doing something I can do at my comfort zone.I wasn't serving anyone again.Now a self made boss. I was a building.In the afternoon, I sat on the dynamite titles, adjusting the glasses on my eyes..I was in the middle of a wedding concept for a bride that had approached me on Epitok..She wanted her gown modern, minimal and breathtaking. It's very challenging. She pointed out the way she wants her gown to sew but the process is hell of a kind, challenging but it's something I wanted because it's challenging.I was
EMILY'S POV"Olivia, what are you trying to say?" I asked, looking at her as my eyes narrowed. I could tell she was building up something but I just can't place my hand around it.She leaned forward, her fingers tapping on the table. "What I'm saying is that, don't you think it's time for you to start making use of your hands, those magical hands.""My hands?, Olivia, please be direct. What do you mean?" I asked, my eyes darting at my innocent hands.She gave me a small smile. "It's fashion. Emily, aren't you getting it. Your hands, your designs, your talent, the nous in your head. That should be your job now. Forget about Liu fashion store, it's their lost and yours," She asserted, giving me a big smile.It took me a minute for her words to click and almost immediately my eyes opened in excitement. "Olivia, how are you so fucking smart. You want me to start designing again right?" I inquired, and she nodded, in affirmation."Exactly. I want you to start designing, and not just desig
EMILY POVOlivia entered the kitchen and I stood at the doorway, folding my arms. "I forgot to tell you that Camille said she came over with the aim to apologize," I said, heading towards the counter, resting on it as I folded my arms across my chest. The memories of the meeting still lingered in my head like a bittersweet taste.Olivia scoffed. "The Camille bitch I know doesn't look like someone that knows how to admit to her stupidity not to talk of apologizing," She replied, rolling her eyes. "But why did Victoria tag along? Have you meet her personally before?""I haven't meet her personally before. I don't even know her, I only got to know all thanks to the introduction you did at the gala. I think they are getting suspicious about me and Ethan relationship. Camille caught us talking in a terrace at his family's gala event so she's probably piecing it together but Victoria..... she's hard to read," I expressed, spearing Olivia a glance as she began eating the breakfast I had prep