The drive to Asher's penthouse was a brief one. He had always favored this private sanctuary over the opulent mansion, as it was a place where he could retreat and avoid the prying eyes of his family and acquaintances. No other woman had ever been granted access to this space, not even his sister, as he had been steadfast in keeping it reserved for his own solitude.
Once Carlos parked at the side of the building, he held the door open as Asher carefully lifted Adina from her seat. She stirred, mumbling unintelligibly and snuggling closer to him. Asher couldn't help but comment with a hint of amusement, "You sleep deeply, don't you?"Navigating the side door that led to his private elevator, Asher maintained his hold on the sleeping Adina. She continued to mumble in her sleep as the elevator carried them to his floor. When they arrived, Asher attempted to manage the door without Carlos' assistance, successfully balancing his slumbering companion in one arm.Adina's head throbbed with pain, and she felt discomfort in other places she'd never experienced before. Her entire body seemed to ache. The question echoed in her mind, "Why am I hurting all over? What did I do to feel so tired?" With great effort, she slowly opened her eyes, her groggy vision attempting to make sense of her surroundings. As her gaze wandered, the room's color appeared off, unfamiliar, and disorienting. The walls didn't match her apartment's familiar hues. A perplexed thought crossed her mind; someone had changed the color of her apartment. How and when had this transformation occurred? She was unable to recall any such plans. Squinting and straining, she discovered that her room had expanded, growing bigger than ever before. Her eyes swept around the unfamiliar space as her confusion deepened. Suddenly, a realization struck her. There was a presence beside her, the sensation of weight she'd felt earlier. At first, she attributed it to her neighbor's cat, that pesk
Asher jolted awake, his sudden awakening spurred by the frigid breeze that had usurped the warmth on the side of the bed he had occupied just moments ago. His initial confusion gave way to a groggy awareness of the situation. His recollection was hazy, but he had engaged in intimate activities with someone last night, despite the alcohol-induced fog that had enveloped his senses. A knot of worry tightened within him as he considered the unexpected presence in his bed. He pushed himself upright with a sense of urgency, worried that perhaps this woman had overstayed her welcome, a potential inconvenience he had rarely tolerated. Asher was notorious for escorting his liaisons to separate rooms after their encounters. While some took this as a sign of hospitality, others saw it as a strict barrier, not appreciating that it was merely his habit to avoid post-coital cuddling and any false impressions of commitment. This particular guest seemed to have misconstrued his intentions. The remnan
It had been nearly a fortnight, a span of time that seemed to stretch on endlessly, since Adina's fateful encounter with that mysterious man. In these two weeks, she hadn't experienced any discernible improvement in her emotional state. It was as if her old self had become an elusive specter, perpetually just out of reach. Adina's existence felt incomplete, with an indescribable void that she was slowly learning to come to terms with, though it remained a distant prospect. Externally, she donned a facade of well-being, pretending that all was fine, but internally, she was crumbling under the weight of her concealed pain. She couldn't help but lament that it had to be a complete stranger, someone she would never know or recognize, who had played a sinister role in that dreadful night. To make matters even more surreal, no one involved in orchestrating her horrific ordeal was aware that it had indeed occurred. The perpetrators who had carried out their heinous plan reported back that th
Asher found himself plunged into a sea of indignation and insult, an emotion he had seldom experienced throughout the entirety of his existence. It was as if the universe had conspired to deliver an affront of unparalleled magnitude. This woman, who dared to assail his pride so brazenly, seemed to operate under the misconception that she could undermine him with impunity. Little did she know that her actions had unwittingly sparked a conflict of epic proportions. Asher, harboring a determination that bordered on the relentless, was resolute in ensuring that her existence would be marred by misery and regret. He vowed to make her beg for mercy, to etch his name indelibly into her memory, a moniker she would never be able to forget. Amidst this tempest of emotions, his steadfast driver, a valuable member of his security team, hastened to his side. With a respectful nod, the driver positioned himself to Asher's left, awaiting the next set of directives. The unique advantage of having you
When faced with the unsettling prospect of someone morphing into an unwelcome stalker, Adina found herself trapped in a web of exhaustion and despondency. Her daily to-do list never contained an entry for dealing with an entitled, affluent brat, and it certainly wasn't on her agenda for the foreseeable future, not even in a hypothetical next life. On the advice of her boss, she had taken the weekend off, presumably for some much-needed rest. However, relaxation was elusive for Adina; her mind remained besieged. Ruan, her friend and confidant, had grown increasingly concerned about her well-being. He believed she ought to seek medical help, but Adina obstinately refused. "You haven't been yourself since..." Ruan began, his concern palpable. "I'm fine, Ruan," Adina replied, her irritation evident. Ruan, mindful of her emotional turmoil, pressed further. "Are you at least willing to talk about it?" Adina knew deep down that talking was a necessity, albeit an unwelcome one at this mom
As Adina gazed at her reflection in the mirror, a wave of contentment washed over her, unlike anything she had felt in days. She held a profound appreciation for Ruan, whose gentle nature meant he never imposed anything on her unless it was absolutely essential. Makeup was a case in point. Most of the time, it left her face feeling heavy and inauthentic; she preferred a natural appearance. Remarkably, Ruan had even mastered the art of makeup, ensuring that it enhanced her natural beauty. With a grin, he playfully remarked, "We ought to address those tired eyes, trust me." Adina's trust in him went deeper than she sometimes trusted herself. He led her to the bathroom, where he expertly applied contour, mascara, and a subtle lip tint. Adina couldn't deny the transformation; she felt undeniably sexier. It was amazing how a touch of makeup could have such a profound impact on one's self-esteem. Ruan guided her out of the bedroom after allowing her ample time to admire herself in the mirr
When Asher returned to the office on a crisp Monday morning, he found the report neatly placed on his desk, a testament to his efficient secretary, Max. The act seemed like a minor task, but for Asher, it held profound significance as he meticulously combed through the documents. Max had quickly informed him about the report's arrival as Asher had entered the office, Max's presence looming by the desk. Asher stood beside his sleek mahogany workspace, absorbing Max's articulate narration of the day's agenda. With a deliberate casualness, Asher unbuttoned his impeccably tailored jacket, the subtle rustle of fabric accompanying his every move. He gracefully settled into the plush leather chair, his gaze unwaveringly fixed upon Max, who had been more than just an ordinary secretary. Asher had initially hired Max as a personal assistant, a decision that undoubtedly elevated his organizational prowess but also exponentially increased his workload. Despite Max's exceptional abilities, the w
Adina didn't care about the age of the man who had rudely intruded into her life. She was seething with anger at his audacity to interfere in her affairs. If he had any grievances or issues to discuss with her, she wished he had the maturity to approach her directly instead of prying into her personal life. This intrusive and obnoxious man had no right to pass judgment.What infuriated Adina even more was the fact that she was now pregnant with his child, and she had deliberately chosen not to inform him of her pregnancy. She had no intention of going down that road, dealing with him and his immaturity. Even a blind person could see how open and genuine Ruan was about his sexual orientation. The man who had prided himself on probing her personal life had proven to be insensitive and oblivious, unable to recognize the direction of his own feelings, even with all the clues presented to him.Adina lay on her bed, contemplating the situation, when a soft knock sounded from her door. Witho