Ivy sat at her desk, surrounded by a sea of papers and files. It had been a long day at the office, and the hours had passed by quickly. Despite her best efforts, she felt like she had accomplished very little. She rubbed her tired eyes and let out a sigh, knowing that there was still much work to be done.She began to gather her things, slowly packing them away into her bag. She organized the papers on her desk into neat piles, making sure that everything was in its proper place before she left for the day.Just as she was about to leave, she heard the door to Dario's office open. She turned to see Max emerging, a huge smile on his face. "Ivy, I was wondering if you're free this evening," he asked, approaching her.Ivy was taken aback by the suddenness of Max's question, but she quickly recovered and replied, "I am, why do you ask?"Max leaned against a nearby desk, looking at her with a twinkle in his eye. "I was thinking that after a long day of work, it might be nice to go out and
Ivy stepped into Dario's penthouse, the sound of her high heels echoing against the marble floor. Dario was sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on Ivy as she entered. "Wow," he said, "You dressed all this up for me?"Ivy smiled, but there was a hint of irritation in her voice as she stepped forward. "No, Dario," she said firmly. "I have a date tonight, and I only came here to give you these documents to sign." She handed him a stack of papers, her hand shaking slightly.Dario took the papers from her, his eyes never leaving her face. "Who's your date?" he asked, a hint of jealousy in his voice.Ivy hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting around the room. She cleared her throat before finally answering. "It's none of your business, Dario," she said, her voice firm.Ivy turned to face Dario as he stood up from the couch. She reached for the papers, but Dario held them just out of reach, a smirk on his face."Dario, what are you doing?" Ivy asked, annoyance creeping into her voice.Dar
Ivy stood up from the plush, white sheets of Dario's penthouse bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She couldn't believe what had just happened between them, the intense connection they shared leaving her breathless and dizzy. But as she looked at the clock on the nightstand, panic set in. "Oh my God, Max!" she exclaimed, running her hands through her tousled hair. Dario sat up, a look of concern on his face. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?" "I completely forgot," she said, her voice strained. "Max and I were supposed to go on a date tonight. He's waiting for me at the train station." "A date? Is there something going on between you and Max?" Dario asked, his tone serious. "Dario, you have no right to ask me about my plans with Max," she said, her voice firm. Dario looked at her, his expression darkening. "What do you mean I have no right? You're seeing another man behind my back, Ivy. I have every right to know what's going on." Ivy felt a flash of anger rise within her, fu
Dario sat at the bar, nursing his drink as he watched Ivy on the dance floor. She was stunning, as her curves were accentuated by the tight dress she wore. She moved with grace and confidence. He couldn't help but stare at her, and he noticed that her gaze kept going to him too.She caught his gaze and smiled. As the song came to an end, she walked over to him with a sly smile on her lips. "I couldn't help but notice you staring at me," she said playfully."I couldn't help myself," he replied, as his gaze locked on hers. May I buy you a drink?"She looked up at him, and her eyes sparked with curiosity, "Yes, I would love that."He ordered her a drink, and they sat down at a nearby table. They talked and laughed as the conversation flowed easily between them. He was captivated by her, her intelligence and sense of humor, and he couldn't help but feel a strong connection to her."I'm Dario," he said, extending his hand."Ivy," she replied, shaking it.As the night went on, he couldn't r
Dario slowly opened his eyes, as the morning light filtered through the curtains. He turned to look at Ivy, who was still asleep beside him. She lay on her stomach as her hair splayed out on the pillow, and her breathing was slow and steady. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of her. He stretched his limbs, feeling the aches and soreness from the previous night's passion.He slowly sat up, careful not to wake Ivy. He stretched his arms above his head and felt the satisfying pop of his joints. He got up from the bed, as his feet sank into the plush carpet.He walked to the window and pushed open the curtains, letting the light spill into the room. He took a deep breath, and felt a sense of contentment wash over him as he turned back to the bed, and watched Ivy for a moment longer, before heading to take a shower.He stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over him as he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. He couldn't believe how quickly things had escalated with I
Ivy opened the door to her apartment and was immediately greeted by the sound of laughter coming from the living room. She could see Chloe curled up on the couch, and her feet propped up on the coffee table as she was engrossed in a reality TV show."Hey there, stranger!" Chloe exclaimed from the living room, where she was curled up on the couch. "I was wondering when you'd be back."Ivy walked over to the couch, letting out a sigh of relief as she sank into the cushions beside Chloe."So, tell me everything. What happened at the club last night? Did you finally meet someone special?"Ivy felt her cheeks flush as she thought about Dario. "I, uh, yeah, I met someone," she stammered.Chloe's eyes widened in excitement. "Ooh, do tell! What's he like? Is he cute?"Ivy's blush deepened, and she couldn't help the small smile that appeared on her face. "He's really handsome, and charming," she said, her voice low."And?" Chloe prompted, leaning in eagerly.Ivy's mind went back to the moment
Ivy walked into TechNovation, and her heart pounded with nerves. It was her first day on the job as the personal secretary to the CEO, and she didn't want to mess it up.She hurried through the sleek and modern lobby, as her heels clicked against the marble floor.She rushed through the crowded office, dodging past colleagues and muttering apologies as she went. She could feel the sweat starting to bead on her forehead and knew that she was cutting it close.Finally, she approached the reception area and skidded to a stop in front of the receptionist's desk.As she reached the reception desk, a young woman in a business suit looked up and smiled. "You must be Ivy," she said as she stood up. "I'm Sarah, the HR representative. "You're late, we've been waiting for you." Ivy felt a flush of embarrassment rise to her cheeks. "I'm so sorry," she stammered. "I got lost on the way here." Sarah smiled reassuringly. "No worries. We'll give you a quick tour and then get you settled in. Follow
Ivy quickly slammed the door shut, trying to shake the image from her mind. She leaned back against the door, her hand pressing against her chest, as she felt her pulse pounding in her ears. "What's wrong?" Kim asked as Dario adjusted a bit."My secretary just walked in and saw us," he explained. "I don't want to give her the wrong impression."Kim was taken aback. "What does it matter what she thinks? She's just a secretary.""We can do this elsewhere, Kim," he replied, looking uncomfortable.Kim felt offended. "We can't even show a little affection in your office?"Dario sighed. "It's not that…."Before he could continue, Kim cut him off."Why the hell are you bothered about what your secretary thinks?"Dario didn't want to raise any suspicions; he desperately tried to devise a believable excuse. He looked into Kim's eyes and said, "I don't care about what anyone thinks; I just want to spend some quality time with you, the both of us."He leaned in closer, trying to pet her hair an