MEREDITH: The warm hues of the sun caressed my face, prompting me to shield my eyes and turn away. Ah, much better, I thought, finding comfort in the dimmer side of the room. Beneath me, the sheets felt luxuriously soft, like silk, and the air carried a pleasant, relaxing scent. This was a level of peace and serenity I had never experienced in my apartment before. Was I dreaming? I almost wished I was, as waking up to this bliss every morning would be a dream come true. Well, almost. Did I finally give up the ghost? Because, hell yes! I'd give a kidney to wake up to this every morning. Just kidding, though. But, I'd genuinely be grateful to wake up in an environment like this. But my moment of tranquility was abruptly shattered when someone decided to draw up the blinds, flooding the room with blinding sunlight. "It's too bright," I protested, futilely attempting to block out the rays of the sun with a pillow. The damage was already done. Gradually, I stretched. Trying to open my e
MILES: I had considered sleeping on the sofa. But, hell no! This bed was large enough to accommodate the two of us without our bodies touching. So I thought. In the middle of the night, I somehow ended up cuddling Meredith. It felt possessive, yet oddly familiar, like I had missed doing that for a long while. Surprisingly, it eased my stress and made me feel better. I enjoyed it. Let me tell you one thing about myself. First, I never cuddle anybody because it makes me feel suffocated. Second, I never sleep in the same bed with anyone. Why didn't being in the same room and bed with this woman feel inconvenient? I moved closer to wrap her whole body, inhaling the scent of her hair, and she snuggled into me like a joey would in its mother's pouch. I stayed put, trying to fall back asleep. She began to whimper and let out small cries. “Don't hurt me,” she repeatedly said. She was having a bad dream. I got up and knelt, gently shaking her. “Hey, you're safe,” I ran my hand through her h
MEREDITH: As Miles left the room, I collapsed onto the bed, shrieking at the thick mattress. My voice was muffled, and only some of my screams got out. I was anxious, perplexed, and relieved. Whatever angel spoke to him, I was grateful to that angel. The bill for my brothers had been taken care of, I had shelter now where I would get food and a job that could stabilize me while I looked for something permanent. I didn't want to tire myself out by overthinking any of this. I got up and, for the first time, appreciated the room. This man had great taste and knew how to spend his money. No wonder I thought for a second it was heaven. The real puzzle was, I saw only one massive bed, which was the one I had woken up from. Where did he sleep last night? Apart from kissing and mentioning Christian's name, what else did I do? "Fucking Brandon," he cursed when he got out. I couldn't contain my laughter at his outfit. "This isn't usually your style," I chuckled. "What happened?" My question
MILES: Two of my other partners backed out, saying they were joining forces with Howard. I had to wrap up the agricultural project as soon as possible. Then, take my revenge on the hydro-electrical project. It was my father's wish to venture into agriculture, and I am making that wish come true since he didn't live to see this day. He had the foresight and knew that agriculture was something that would never go into extinction. Most of every other stuff, including this soon-to-fail project called that Alan Stalker of a boy was bidding on would also fail. If all my trusted partners were backing out, I needed to make sure they had a good cry later on. Back to Meredith, the flight incident also showed me that she was a soft, vulnerable person whom I needed to pay close attention to in the future. And our outfits didn't help either. I had scolded Brandon for his choice of dressing, but I couldn't blame the guy anyway. I didn't specify what I wanted. Before going to the company, getting
MEREDITH: Miles's request for me to become his assistant was more than I bargained for. The past three days had been a whirlwind since our trip to the office. First, Miles had me sign our contract, which I promptly stored a copy of. Then, I found myself moving into Miles's mansion. It still felt surreal that he had agreed to my extreme demands. To my surprise, he didn't assign me to the maid or guard's quarters as I had expected. Instead, he gave me a spare room in the main house. It was a decision that puzzled everyone. You see, no one typically stays in the main building. A beautiful, smaller structure housed the guards and maids. Isabel explained that everyone retreats to their quarters once they get their job done because Miles disliked running into people. Exceptions were made for the guards on duty, Brandon, Grenada, Isabel, and now, me. Whatever Miles's eccentricities were, they didn't bother me. I found myself in a room that would easily cost around two grand if I were to
MEREDITH: "One of our investigations points to human traffickers. He was lured by powerful individuals who promised him wealth if he left his agency. The night he went missing, he had actually gone for a job presentation. And the culprits are well-connected, using all their resources to cover up the case. Your brother is not their only victim, but he is the only known one," he explained solemnly. That night remains etched vividly in my mind, the memories as fresh as if they had occurred yesterday instead of months ago. A scene replayed in my thoughts, one that would never be erased, for it was also the same night Alan ended our relationship. I could still picture Christian's happy face as he grabbed his backpack filled with his computer gear. He had been working tirelessly on a project for over six months, and he had excitedly told me about securing a presentation at another agency that would pay him handsomely, improving our lives. All I wanted was for him to be happy and live a l
MILES: After the intense workout that left Meredith glaring at me, we parted ways, with her going to handle a meeting with Steele while I went to see Dr. Grenada at the hospital. I needed to voice my concerns about the changes I'd been noticing in myself since the surgery. The things I once enjoyed – food, lifestyle, emotions – had shifted. Furthermore, I had to relay the recurring vision that had been plaguing me. We carried out a brief examination, and she assured me it was just a side effect of the heart transplant, and I was fine. It was a relief as I couldn't afford any complications of needing a new heart. Finding this one was difficult enough. But why that dream? Why that specific scenario? What didn't make sense was that I felt it. It looked and felt so real, and that face seemed oddly familiar. Another unsettling aspect was the guilt that arose whenever I had that vision. Perhaps I was losing my grip on reality. What else was I supposed to make of everything happening? I ha
MILES: Richard was being truthful. Steele had been refusing to finalize the contract because he was skeptical about the kind of man I was. If I were some family man with three kids, an incompetent protruding belly, and no vision for his club, he would be more than happy to sign it over. I didn't care much one way or another. I knew I must get it. I could work within those boundaries. Another advantage of getting into this club was that it would fuel my chances of incorporating new partners into my main goal. I couldn't wait to see Howard's face when he heard the news, as the greatest of those who withdrew their partnership. "I can adjust, Richard. Just make an arrangement and leave the rest to me. We've been having business meetings and finalizing stuff, but I haven't met him once. Plus, he wants to withdraw at the last minute. That's a bit unfair." "It's not only that." I waited until the waiter withdrew after delivering our fresh drinks. I studied Richard briefly. His full silve