تسجيل الدخولAilanyI looked at the tall glass of wine in front of me and my mouth watered instantly. When last had I even been with a man? I’ve been too busy struggling with my chaotic life that I had forgotten I was still a young girl with needs and blood flowing through her veins. Now I was in front of this devilishly handsome man and suddenly I couldn’t think of anything good. Oh, this was bad….Very, very bad.Because why was this man standing so close to me? And more importantly…Why was I suddenly aware of every single thing about myself?“Hi, my name is Travis,” he repeated smoothly when I failed to respond immediately.Then his lips curved slightly.“Travis Cody.”Oh.Oh wait.I knew that name or at least I had heard it before.Wasn’t he some big businessman or something? I couldn’t quite place it right now because honestly, my brain had temporarily stopped functioning the second he smiled at me.I quickly shook his hand before I embarrassed myself any further.“Ailany,” I replied.He t
Ailany For the first time in a very long time, I was actually living my life and I felt seen. Not as “Zinnia’s younger sister”, not as “the girl whose family was drowning in debt”, and not as the daughter of a dead man who left behind too many unpaid loans and too many broken things. I was just… Ailany and strangely it felt really good. And I owed it all to my new friend Sasha, the president's niece, who had stood up for us that day when Dylan and his manager tried to bully us for a non-existent video. She said she had taken a special liking to me and wanted us to be friends and I had agreed. I mean… not only was she so cool, but she was also the president's niece, who wouldn’t want to be friends? “You’re zoning out again,” Sasha said, nudging my shoulder lightly as we walked through the massive venue entrance. “I’m just overwhelmed,” I admitted honestly. And that was putting it lightly. Everything around me screamed money. The building alone looked expensive enough to pay o
ZinniaBy day three, I realized something very important. Dylan Reed might be the difficult one between the two of them…But Wyatt Logan?Wyatt Logan was the devil working overtime and it may seem as though he had a personal vendetta against me. At first, I thought maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just naturally annoying and overprotective of Dylan because he was his manager and best friend.But no.This man genuinely woke up every morning and chose violence against me specifically. And honestly?It was starting to impress me as much as it was annoying me. “Here,” Wyatt said that morning, shoving a tablet into my hands the second I stepped into the penthouse. “Dylan had guests over last night, so you need to clean up the lounge before he wakes up.” He ordered and I blinked in surprise. Was this what he had up his sleeves today? Turning me into their personal maid on top of everything happening in my life right now? “Good morning to you too.” I greeted rolling my eyes and
Zinnia By the second day, I had already come to one very important conclusion. Working for Dylan Reed was not a job, it was a test of patience. A very cruel and unnecessary test of patience. It was just like he wanted to see how far I could endure things and unfortunately for him, I had a very strong endurance radar when money was involved. I woke up early again, got dressed even more professionally than yesterday, because clearly, my “boring clothes” had offended his royal highness yesterday and today I didn’t want any more talks about my dress sense. If he wanted to play this game, then fine, I would play it better. I got to the penthouse very early so I could still see some of the staff moving about. I spoke to one of the staff and he told me Dylan was currently in his court with a friend. I decided to get him a fresh cup of coffee like he had made sure to hammer on yesterday and then I approached the court. When I got there I noticed Dylan and Wyatt were in the middle o
DylanMy gaze drifted across the penthouse for what had to be the third time in the last ten minutes. Fuck..Why was I even bothering to look at Zinnia? I wasn’t even supposed to notice her. That was the whole point of this arrangement.My plan for today was to ignore her, frustrate her, and push her until she gives up and walks out on her own. It was simple logic really. I thought why waste my time arguing with her or forcing her out when I could just make the job unbearable enough for her to quit. But for some reason, the usually stubborn Zinnia has been extremely compliant today. Even when I asked her to clean my shoes she didn’t complain or frown, she just bent down and cleaned them with a smile on her face. It was seriously irritating me. What game was she playing at and why was she being so obedient? With the stress I’ve put her through today, she was meant to be running out of the house crying by now. Was this job really that important to her that she’d be willing to take
ZinniaBy 8:00 a.m. the next morning, I was already standing in front of Dylan Reed’s penthouse looking like the definition of professional excellence.Woahh…Was this really me? Wearing a blazer, pencil skirt, and heels that screamed I mean business? I mean I even had a planner tucked under my arm, pen clipped neatly to the front, and a schedule already mapped out down to the minute.I was more than ready.I was about to be the best concierge this arrogant man had ever seen in his entire existence.I pressed the doorbell once and then waited. A full minute passed and I was beginning to get irritated when the door finally opened. Wyatt stood there, leaning lazily against the frame, his eyes dragging from my head down to my shoes like he was silently judging every life decision I had ever made.“You’re early,” he said.I blinked. “It’s 8 a.m.”“Exactly, he’s still asleep.” He said and stepped aside for me to get in.I forced a smile and muttered a thank you. But I couldn’t understand







