ANDREA POV
I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stood outside my boyfriend's apartment door.I had a key, but something inside of me just couldn't bring myself to use it. As I debated whether or not to knock, the door swung open and my boyfriend, Ethan, stood there with a guilty look on his face."Hey," he said, his voice shaky."What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sinking feeling in my stomach."I can explain," he said quickly, stepping aside to reveal a young woman sitting on his couch, looking unconcerned.The woman looked at me with a smug smile on her face. "Oh, you must be the girlfriend. Don't worry, sweetheart, he'll come back to me soon enough."I felt my blood boil as I heard her words. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?"Ethan tried to intervene. "Andrea, please calm down. Let's talk about this later."But it was too late. The anger had taken over, and I wasn't going to back down. "No, Ethan. We need to talk about this now. You've been cheating on me, and I deserve an explanation."The woman rolled her eyes and turned towards the room. "I'm not getting involved in this drama. Have fun with your little lover's quarrel.""Who is she?" I demanded, my eyes darting between the two of them."She's just a friend," he said, but his words sounded hollow.I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Ethan and I had been together for almost two years, and I had trusted him completely. Now, as I stood in his doorway, watching him with another woman, that trust was shattered.As she walked away, I turned back to Ethan, my eyes full of tears. "I don't believe you," I said, my voice cracking. "How could you do this to me, Ethan? After everything we've been through?"He looked down at the ground, unable to meet my gaze. "I don't know, Andrea. I made a mistake. I never meant to hurt you."But his words fell on deaf ears. I knew I couldn't forgive him for this betrayal. "I'm done, Ethan. I can't be with someone who doesn't respect me or our relationship.""Please, just listen," he begged, stepping towards me.But I couldn't bear to hear his excuses. I turned on my heel and ran down the hallway, tears streaming down my face.As I left the building, I felt like my entire world had come crashing down around me. Ethan had been my everything, and now he had betrayed me in the worst way possible. The only thing left to do was to pick up the pieces of my broken heart and start anew.I walked down the street towards the bar, my heart heavy and my mind clouded with sadness.I was on my way to meet my friend, Samantha, hoping that her company would be a temporary distraction from the pain I was feeling. As I approached the entrance, I took a deep breath and pushed open the door.Inside, the bar was dimly lit and crowded. I scanned the room, searching for my friend's familiar face. And then, I saw her sitting at a table in the corner, waving at me to come over.I made my way through the throngs of people, feeling a pang of envy for those who seemed carefree and happy. When I reached Samantha's table, I collapsed onto the chair opposite her and let out a long sigh."Hey, girl," she said, smiling at me. "You okay?"I shook my head, unable to speak for a moment. My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, and I didn't know how to put it back together again.My friend leaned forward, concern etched on her face. "What happened?"I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. "I caught Ethan with another lady," I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.Her expression softened. "I'm so sorry, honey. That sucks."I nodded, tears threatening to spill over. "I thought we had something special, you know? But I guess I was wrong."Samantha reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "You're not wrong for wanting something real and meaningful. Maybe he just wasn't the one for you."I nodded again, grateful for her words of comfort. "Thanks for being here for me, I don't know what I would do without you."She smiled at me again. "That's what friends are for. Now, let's order some drinks and toast to new beginnings."And so we did. As we sipped our cocktails and chatted about lighter topics, I felt a small sense of relief wash over me. Maybe, just maybe, things would eventually get better.It was 7:00 pm, and I still sat in the bar with Samantha, nursing my drink and trying to keep my thoughts from spiralling into darkness. She was doing her best to keep my spirits up, but the pain of the breakup was still fresh in my mind.As we chatted, a man approached our table. He was tall and muscular, with piercing gloomy eyes and a smug expression on his face."Hey ladies," he said, flashing us a cocky grin. "Mind if I join you?"I bristled at his audacity, but Samantha smiled politely. "Actually, we were just having a girls' night. Maybe some other time?"But the man didn't take the hint. Instead, he pulled up a chair and sat down uninvited. "Come on, don't be shy. I'm sure we can have some fun together."I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my drink, already feeling annoyed by his presence. Samantha, however, seemed unfazed."What's your name?" she asked, trying to be polite."Call me Daniel," he said, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair.I snorted at his obvious attempt to impress us, but he didn't seem to notice."So, what brings you ladies out tonight?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.Samantha and I exchanged a look, unsure of how to respond. But before we could say anything, Daniel continued."Let me guess, you're out to forget about some guy who broke your heart?"I felt my face flush with anger. How dare he presume to know anything about me or my life?But Samantha cut in before I could respond. "Actually, she did just go through a breakup. But we're not looking for anything serious right now."Daniel grinned again as if he'd just won a prize. "Well, I'm not looking for anything serious either. Just a good time."I rolled my eyes again, feeling more irritated by the second. But my friend seemed intrigued."What did you have in mind?" Samantha asked, playing along.Daniel leaned in, his eyes fixed on her. "I know a great club down the street. We could dance the night away, and maybe even share a few kisses."I scoffed, unable to believe how arrogant this guy was. But my friend seemed to be enjoying the attention."I don't know," she said, hesitating. "We weren't really planning on going out tonight."But Daniel wasn't deterred. "Come on, live a little. I promise you won't regret it.""We are not-–-"I opened my mouth to protest, but Samantha cut me off. "Okay, let's do it. But just as friends, okay?"Daniel grinned again, looking like the cat that got the cream. "Of course, just as friends. Let's go."And with that, he stood up and offered his hand to Samantha. She took it, and the two of them walked out of the bar together, leaving me sitting there alone.I couldn't believe what had just happened. Had my friend really just abandoned me to go off with some arrogant stranger? And what would happen when they got to the club? Would Daniel try to make a move on her, or worse?I sat there for a few minutes, stewing in my anger and frustration. But then I took a deep breath and reminded myself that Samantha was a grown woman who could make her own choices.And besides, maybe it was for the best. Maybe a night out with a new guy was just what she needed to take her mind off things.I finished my drink and sat upright, feeling a bit better. Maybe I would just head home and try to get some sleep. After all, tomorrow, I have a guest to interview at work.I stared down at my empty glass as the chatter of the people around me faded into the background. My heart felt heavy, still ravaged by what just happened to me.Suddenly, a tall, dark-haired man approached me. He was wearing a disguise, a cap pulled low over his eyes and a scarf covering his mouth. But even through the disguise, I could tell he was handsome."Hey, you okay?" he asked in a low, smooth voice.I looked up at him, surprised. "I'm fine," I lied.He raised an eyebrow sceptically. "You don't look fine."I shrugged, feeling a little defensive. "Just had a rough night, that's all."He nodded, his eyes scanning me intently. "How about I buy you a drink? Maybe it'll help you forget about your troubles for a little while."I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to be around anyone right now. But something about the way he looked at me made me feel a little less alone, so I nodded.As we sat together, sipping our drinks, we talked about everything and nothing. He made me laugh, and for a moment, I forgot about my pain.Eventually, he leaned in closer, his breath warm on my cheek. "I know a place where we can really forget about everything else," he murmured.I felt a thrill of anticipation run through me. It was reckless, and I knew I shouldn't, but something about this man made me want to throw caution to the wind.We left the bar together, walking through the quiet alleys until we came to a luxurious hotel. He led me inside, and we made our way to a suite with a breathtaking view of the city.As we undressed each other, I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. It had been a long time since I had been intimate with someone, and I wasn't sure if I was ready.Well, Ethan and I didn't have sex for some months. Guess that's why he cheated.But as the guy kissed me hungrily, all my doubts faded away. For that night, I was able to forget about my heartbreak and just be in the moment.As we lay together, sated and content, he whispered to me, "I may be disguised, but I promise you, I'm not who you think I am."I looked at him, confused. "What do you mean?"He smiled enigmatically. "Let's just say that I'm not your average guy."And with that, he gathered his things and left, leaving me alone once again, but with a newfound sense of hope. Maybe there was something better waiting for me out there, after all.I wore my clothes, and head back home...I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring, my head pounding like a jackhammer. As I reached for my phone to turn it off, the memories of last night came flooding back. I had gone out to a bar with Samantha to try and forget about my ex, but instead, I found myself making out with a stranger at a hotel. It wasn't something I was proud of, but it had happened. "Andrea!" I could hear my aunt Clara yelling my name from the kitchen, trying to get me to come join them for breakfast—which was probably because I was already late for work. Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom and splashed water on my face, trying to shake off the fog in my head. As I looked in the mirror, I didn't recognize the woman staring back at me. What had I done? How could I have been so reckless? Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought about the hurt I had caused myself and the one Ethan caused me. I knew I had to go to work, but the thought of facing anyone made me want to crawl back into bed
I sit in the back of the cab, staring out the window as the city whizzes by. The streetlights blur into a stream of yellow, and the sound of the engine drones on like a constant hum in the background. My mind is preoccupied, however, with thoughts of my friend who left me last night with some random guy and hasn't contacted me since.I can't help but feel a sense of worry mixed with frustration. How could she just leave like that? We were supposed to have a girls' night out, but she got swept up at the moment and now I'm left alone, wondering where she is and if she's okay.I take a deep breath and try to push the thoughts out of my head. Maybe she's just sleeping it off and will call me later. Maybe she's fine and I'm just being paranoid. But the longer I sit in silence, the more my mind races with questions and doubts.The cab slows down at a red light, and I catch a glimpse of myself in the rearview mirror. My eyes look tired, and there are dark circles under them. I know I should
With everything going on right now, I hadn't even considered the guest I'd be interviewing the next morning.My main concern right now is finding out where Max is. He takes a drug every night at 9:00 p.m. to relieve the pain in his throat.I have no idea what will happen to him if he doesn't take the drug for a day. This is yet another reason why we must see him tonight.I reached the motel after a thirty to forty-minute ride.Seeing how the ladies dressed up while exposing their bodies made me realize I hadn't changed out of my office outfit.I was the only one who stood out among the other ladies at the motel. Without further ado, I went outside to meet one of the men."Excuse me, sir, have you seen this man?" I inquired, pointing to the image."Get this off my face!" He yelled at me, which I didn't notice when I yanked away from him.I approached almost everyone outside, but no one was interested in talking to me. I stood outside the motel feeling helpless. But this is not the righ
I groaned as I slowly opened my eyes, the bright hospital lights assaulting my vision. I had a throbbing headache, and my body felt heavy and sluggish. I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my chest, and I gasped.My eyes take in every ray of light in the unfamiliar room, and without a doubt, I know I've slept too long. The noises I heard are of a day in full swing, traffic-heavy.As I looked around, I realized I was in a hospital room. The beeping of the heart monitor and the smell of antiseptic filled the air. Memories of the night before were hazy, and I struggled to remember what had happened.I tried to recall the events of the previous night, but my mind was blank. I had no idea how I ended up in the hospital, or why I was there. Panic set in as I wondered if something terrible had happened to me with that strange guy.I looked around the room, searching for any clues to what had happened. My purse was on the bedside table, and I rummaged through it, hoping to find so
My head stutters for a moment, and my eyes take in more light than I anticipated; everything stops as my thoughts catch up.The guy I had slapped and made out with last night was none other than the billionaire heir I was supposed to interview.I suddenly remembered his last statement to me on the night we had sex at the hotel which was; "Let's just say that I'm not your average guy."Truly, he isn't an average guy, but a fucking rich billionaire heir!I felt my face turn red with embarrassment as I thought about how unprofessional and inappropriate my behavior had been. How could I face him after what had happened? What if he remembered me? Of course, he will after two encounters! As I tried to compose myself and gather my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What if my actions had ruined my chances of getting a good story out of him? What if I had blown my shot at advancing my career?I took a deep breath and reminded myself to stay focused. No matter what happened
I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the changing room and into the warm, humid air of the parking lot. My heart was racing, and I could feel the sweat starting to bead on my forehead. I had just finished getting an invite from the billionaire heir, Miguel Rodriguez, and I couldn't wait to get away from him.As I walked towards the car that he had summoned me to, my heart was pounding in my chest. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to meet him again, after what had happened between us in the hotel two nights ago, and last night's incident.But as I got closer to the car, I started to feel a sense of dread wash over me. The last time we had been together, things had been intense and passionate, but also a little bit awkward. And now, after the interview I had just conducted with him, I couldn't stand the guy.The interview had been a disaster from start to finish. Miguel had been rude, dismissive, and downright obnoxious. I had tried my best to remain professional and a
I saw my ex, Ethan, who had caused me so much pain and heartache.Despite my better judgment, I opened the door, and there he was, standing in front of me, looking sad and desperate."Please, can we talk?" he begged.I sighed and shook my head. "I don't think that's a good idea.""Please, just hear me out," he pleaded.I paused for a moment, considering his request. I knew that it was probably a mistake, but a part of me still wanted to hear what he had to say."Fine," I said, reluctantly. "Come in."He stepped inside, and I closed the door behind him. We stood there in silence for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to say.Finally, he spoke. "I know I messed up, and I'm sorry. I never should have treated you the way I did. I miss you, and I want us to be together again."I shook my head. "It's too late for that. I can't trust you anymore, and I can't put myself through that kind of pain again.""But I love you," he said."That's not enough," I replied. "Love isn't just about wo
I woke up the next morning, feeling a sense of anticipation as I reached for my phone. I had agreed to go out on a date with Miguel, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had texted me back.As I unlocked my phone and checked my messages, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. There were no new messages from him.I frowned, wondering what had happened. Had he changed his mind about going out with me? Or was he just busy with something else?I decided to send him a text, trying to keep my tone casual. "Hey, it's Andrea. Just wanted to see if we're still on for the date?"I hit send and waited anxiously for a reply. But as the minutes ticked by, there was still no response.I sighed, feeling a sense of disappointment. Maybe I had been foolish to get my hopes up so quickly. After all, I barely knew this guy. He could be just like all the other men I had dated before.But at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration. Why had he agreed to go out with me if he wasn't ev