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Elena's Point Of ViewI sat there on the velvet cushions, the fabric feeling like sandpaper against my raw skin. Opening my eyes, I felt the salt from my tears making the bright office lights sting like a thousand tiny needles. Each blink brought fresh discomfort, but I couldn't look away from Lexy. Her question hung in the air like a thick, suffocating fog, demanding an answer I wasn't sure I could give. "Now that you say it..." I started, my voice cracking… a jagged sound in the silent room. The words caught in my throat, fighting against the truth I'd been avoiding. I furrowed my brows, trying to force my brain to work through the trauma, to piece together fragments that had never quite fit. My hands trembled in my lap, fingers twisting together in a desperate attempt to ground myself. "It's true. It doesn't make sense." I drew a shaky breath, feeling it rattle through my chest. "I mean, number one… the names, Lex. They don't even share the same last name. It's Graham Sinclair. A
Elena's Point Of ViewThe cold marble floor of my office was the only thing keeping me grounded as my world performed a slow, sickening tilt. I sat there, huddled against the heavy oak door, my expensive silk blazer bunched up around my elbows as I sobbed into my sleeve. The fabric was already soaked, a damp, pathetic testament to my shattered composure. My throat burned with the kind of raw, jagged ache that only comes from screaming into your own palms, from trying to muffle the sound of your own breaking.With trembling fingers, I reached for my phone. The screen blurred through a thick veil of salt and mascara, the icons swimming like fish in murky water. I didn't even have to look for the contact, muscle memory guided my thumb. I dialed Lexy. She picked up on the very first ring, her voice bright and annoyingly cheerful, full of the kind of life I felt had just been violently sucked out of me."Hello, babe! God, finally! How was the big romantic getaway with Jaxx?" Lexy's voice
Elena's Point Of ViewWhen he asked me to the winter dance, I didn't just say yes… I felt like I'd been handed a key to a world I wasn't supposed to enter. A world where girls like me… quiet, studious, invisible could be seen. Could be wanted. Could matter to someone beyond test scores and class rankings. The night of the winter dance, I floated through the hours in a haze of anticipation. Every minute felt suspended in amber, precious and fragile. I wore my best dress, a deep blue number I'd found at a thrift store and altered myself, stitching hope into every seam. The fabric hugged my waist just right, and for once, I felt beautiful rather than merely acceptable. I waited for the moment I could finally tell him what had been building inside me for weeks… a confession that felt both terrifying and inevitable. As the music slowed and we stood in the center of the crowd, bodies swaying around us like a gentle tide, I gathered every ounce of courage I possessed. My heart hammered ag
Elena's Point Of ViewThe cold of the marble floor finally seeped through my clothes, chilling my skin, but it was nothing compared to the absolute frost spreading through my chest. I sat there, knees pulled to my chin, staring at the shadows of my own office. My breath came in jagged, pathetic little hitches that echoed in the silence. Each inhale felt like swallowing broken glass. "It's just like before," I whispered to the empty room, my voice sounding like dry leaves skittering over pavement. "God, it's exactly like high school." The memory didn't just return; it lunged at me, vibrant and cruel, as if the last decade had been nothing but a commercial break. Suddenly, I wasn't the CEO of a thriving company. I was sixteen again. I was the girl with the thick glasses, the oversized blazer, and the scholarship that felt like a target painted on my back. That girl who believed hard work and good grades could protect her from anything. That girl who didn't yet know how badly the world
Elena's Point Of ViewMy voice dropped to a whisper on the last sentence, all the fight draining out of me, leaving only exhaustion and grief. The words felt final, like a door slamming shut on the best thing that had happened to me in years, but I couldn't see any other way forward. I turned to retreat, to put the vast expanse of my mahogany desk between us, needing physical distance to match the emotional chasm that had opened up. But I wasn't fast enough. Jaxx lunged, his movements a blur of terrifyingly precise speed. Before I could even gasp, his large hands clamped around my wrists. I struggled, trying to yank myself away from the heat of him, but he was a wall of muscle, immovable and overwhelming.With a swift, fluid motion, he spun me around, binding both of my wrists behind my back in a single, crushing grip. The position left me vulnerable, exposed, my body pressed against his in a way that made my pulse race for reasons I didn't want to examine. I should have been afraid,
Elena’s Point Of ViewI gestured wildly toward the door, toward the lobby where the ghosts of my past had just been standing, their voices still echoing in my ears. "Did you come to me just to get back at them? Was I just a convenient tool for your revenge? A way to take the one thing Graham actually managed to hold onto for a few years? Is that it?"My voice broke on the last word, and I hated myself for it. I hated that he could still affect me this way, that despite everything, some part of me desperately wanted him to deny it all.The office felt like it was shrinking, the glass walls pressing in until I could barely draw a full breath. I stared at him, my vision blurring as the first hot, stinging tears finally forced their way past my lashes. My heart wasn't just breaking; it was being incinerated, reduced to cinders and smoke. Every memory of the last few weeks… every touch, every whispered promise in the dark, every time I thought I'd finally found a man who saw me and not ju
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe tears came without warning.One second, I was talking… voice steady, hands clenched in my lap, and the next, my chest was heaving, my vision blurring, my entire body shaking with sobs I couldn’t stop. It was like something inside me snapped, like the last thread holding me
He’d paid attention.I ate in silence, hyperaware of his eyes on me, the way his gaze tracked every movement, every bite, every time my lips wrapped around the fork. The air between us was thick, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks."You’re thinking too loud."I glanced up. He was watchi
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe water ran over my fingers, cold and relentless, as I scrubbed the last plate clean. The kitchenette was too quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against my skin, that made my pulse thrum in my ears. The scent of him, lingered in the air, clinging to every surface, every b
Elena’s Point Of ViewThe apartment was too quiet.The kind of quiet that pressed against my skin, that hummed in my ears like a living thing. I stood in the middle of the living room, my suitcases still unopened by the door, my purse slung over my shoulder like an anchor. The walls were a pristine







