LOGINJAIME’S POVMy office was chaotic at best, with various personnel gathered around for the celebration ceremony marking our new partnership. I rubbed the heel of my palm underneath my eyes as I stifled an exhausted yawn. We had been here for the past one hour and I still had three meetings to attend. This was one of the reasons I missed having Alessandra around, she would have been in charge of all the preparations and I wouldn’t have to bother about anything."Mr. King, what do you think of this floral arrangement?" Someone shoved a tablet in my face displaying an elaborate setup of white roses and orchids."Fine," I said, barely glancing at it. "Change the white rose to red instead, it will fit the theme better.""And the lighting design for the stage?" She asked, swiping to the next image. I let my eyes access the collage. "The second option. The first one looks cheap."She nodded and walked to the others, watching them scramble to make notes, shuffling papers and tapping on ta
I woke up the next morning, but I wasn't excited about it.Jason had told me to stay in the guest room which should be thoughtful but I was somehow fuming mad about it. After the wine incident last night, he had simply suggested we play a board game, like we were twelve years old at a sleepover.I hadn't liked how easily he had transitioned back to casual friendship mode while I was still vibrating with need. So I stormed off to the guest room, feeling all kinds of emotions I didn't want to name. I barely slept, tossing and turning in the comfortable bed, replaying every moment of the evening.Now I was awake, lying motionless on the bed, staring at the ceiling. My entire body was buzzing with pent-up tension.I hadn't had sex in a long time, even during the final months of my marriage to Jaime, he had barely paid me any attention. Somehow, I had convinced myself I didn't miss it, that I didn't need physical intimacy.But now, after seeing Jason shirtless and feeling the heat in h
I stepped inside and was immediately hit with the warm aroma of mac and cheese.My stomach growled appreciatively despite just finishing dinner, and I turned to Jason with raised eyebrows."You cooked?" I asked, surprised.He grinned, closing the door behind me. "Don't sound so shocked. I'm a man of many talents.""I just didn't picture you as the domestic type," I admitted, following him further into his home.The living room was as pristine as always, and the sight of a tablecloth over the coffee table and rose petals were scattered all over. I threw Jason a warning look and he raised his hand in a gesture of surrender and I snorted in response. "Make yourself comfortable," he said, gesturing toward the living room. "I'll bring everything out in a minute."I settled onto his couch, trying not to think about how good he smelled when he had brushed past me or about the effort he had clearly put into this evening. This was supposed to be platonic, just two old friends hanging out.
When I went downstairs to join my family for dinner, my grandfather immediately complimented me. "Don't you look lovely this evening."My father looked up from his phone. "Why are you so dressed up?"Before I could answer, my mother interjected. "A lady is never too dressed up, dear. That says a lot about your own sense of fashion." She gestured pointedly at my father's slightly rumpled shirt.My father huffed and rolled his eyes, muttering about having peace in his own house. Dinner began, and I tried to think of the best way to bring up my plans for the evening. I was just opening my mouth to speak when Julien launched intercepted.“So, Mom.” He said slowly, dropping his napkin by the side of this plate. “Polly and I were thinking about flying in a musician for the wedding."Absolutely not," my mother said immediately. “Judging by both your tastes, it’ll probably be these loud and annoying rock artists.” My grandfather huffed, wiping his mouth with his own napkin. “And what’s wro
I was nervous about my plans to go to Jason's place. My stomach was flipping every stomach and my palms were sweaty for no reason. I hated being stuck in this middle ground, not knowing if this was the right choice or a terrible mistake waiting to happen.I needed someone to talk sense into me or at least validate my insanity.I grabbed my phone and started a video call with my friends. Both Fatima and Lisa picked up almost immediately, their faces filling my screen."Hey, girl!" Fatima said brightly, swinging around in her small reading nook."Alessa!" Lisa waved, she looked like she was behind a desk and had reading glasses on. "What's up?""I saw Polly's engagement on Instagram," Fatima continued before I could respond. "Is it true? Did Julien actually propose?""Yes," I confirmed. "It happened this morning."Lisa raised an eyebrow. "That was... unexpected.""That's one way to put it," I said with a laugh. "But Polly's happy, and maybe Julien finally decided to man up."The look t
“We’ll finally be sisters, Alessa.” She said when I pulled back, tears gleaming in her eyes. I chuckled and patted her cheek. “We have always been sisters, Polly.” I said and she grinned. "Finally!" my mother exclaimed, cutting through me to hug Polly. "I thought you two would never make it official."My father clapped Julien on the back while my grandfather was dabbing at the corners of his eyes and I snorted at how dramatic he could be sometimes. "I wonder when my son is going to find himself a wife and settle down.” Victor Raine huffed after the excitement died down and we were back on our seats. "That girl who's always chasing you around… what's her name again?"I turned to the culprit with a smirk, intrigued by where this conversation was headed. Jason waved his hand dismissively, but I could see the blush creeping up his neck. "Dad, please.""Come now," Victor continued, clearly enjoying his son's discomfort. "Pretty thing, always calling the house and-""There's no one," Ja







