Войти~LUCAS~Time passes, but I don’t know how much.The drinks keep coming.She keeps sipping, slow and careful at first, then less careful.I notice it before she does.The slight sway in her stance.The way her words take just a fraction longer to come out.The way her eyes linger a little too long on things.She’s getting drunk.And somehow…So am I.Not completely, but enough.Enough to feel lighter and looser.And that’s when it hits me that she's about to lose her balance.My hand moves before I even think about it, gripping her arm just as she stumbles slightly.Her body leans into mine, softer than I expected, and warmer than I should notice.Yeah.She’s drunk.And there’s no way in hell she realizes how obvious it’s becoming.My eyes flick around the room instinctively.People are starting to loosen up too.Soft music is playing, people swaying slowly, laughter rising, conversations blending into something warmer, messier, louder.There are too many eyes, a
~LUCAS~I don’t realize how long I’ve been standing here…staring at her…until something shifts in my peripheral vision.The corner of my eyes catches a familiar figure watching us, and I know instantly that it's Chloe.My eyes flick toward her instinctively, and sure enough….she’s already looking straight at me.Not subtly either.Her gaze is direct, and intentional.Like she’s been waiting for the exact moment I’d notice.And the second I do…her lips curve slightly.It's an invitation.She wants to come over.I can see it in the way she shifts her weight, the way her fingers tighten around her glass, the way her eyes flick—just briefly—to Fiorella…then back to me.Her eyes are calculating and hesitating because she can't come over.Not while I’m standing here.Not while I’m with her.I exhale slowly, dragging my gaze away from Chloe, but the awareness doesn’t leave.It lingers, and pulls at me.Because normally, I would go over.I’d walk up to her, say somethi
~LUCAS~It feels like I'm staring at Marcella.My chest tightens in a way I don’t like, something sharp and unexpected cutting through my calm as I stare harder, trying to find something—anything—that proves me wrong.But there’s nothing.Nothing.Even the way she holds herself…that quiet dominance, that effortless control, that look in her eyes like the entire room exists beneath her…Marcella.“Lucas?”I blink.Charlotte’s voice snaps me out of it slightly, but not enough.Not nearly enough.Because she’s still there, and I’m still staring.I drag in a slow breath, forcing my body to move again, to walk forward like a normal person, even though nothing about this feels normal anymore.The room is loud—soft jazz humming in the background, glasses clinking, people laughing, but it all fades into a dull, distant noise in my ears.Because somehow, she’s the only thing my brain is registering.Like everything else has blurred out just to make her clearer.And I hat
~FIORELLA~“Oh my goodness! Isn't he so handsome??” Charlotte says.“Who, Charlotte??” I ask.“Over there,” she replies, and nudges me to look toward the direction that she's looking at.And I immediately regret looking, because I see Lucas walking into the dinner party.I quickly scoff and look away.Handsome my foot!“Why the reaction, Fiorella?” Charlotte asks, almost teasing. “Don't you think he's handsome?”“He's not handsome,” I reply bluntly.“Oh my! You must really be blind not to see how handsome he is,” she says freely. “Or is it just your dislike for your new partner that is making you not acknowledge his beauty?”I don't reply her, and I scoff again.But then, I decide to get a good look at him.I look at him…. really look at him.For the first time since I met Lucas, I'm really looking at him now and taking every details, both facially and bodily.At six foot five, he towers above most people. He has black wavy hair that straightens toward the nap
~FIORELLA~The first two days pass exactly the way I expected them to…..loud, overly cheerful, and unnecessarily dramatic.The moment that official announcement was made, the entire firm shifted into something I barely recognize. People suddenly have more energy than usual, conversations are louder, laughter comes easier, and every break turns into a discussion about outfits, drinks, music, and who’s bringing who.It’s exhausting.I sit at my desk on the second day, flipping through a file with precise, controlled movements when some conversations drift to my ears.“I heard they hired a live band this time.”“No way, really? That’s so extra.”“And the catering……oh my God, it’s from that five-star place! I can't really remember the name.”I roll my eyes without even looking up.Of course it is.Because nothing in this firm can ever be done halfway.Everything has to be exaggerated.Even a simple dinner turns into an event.My pen taps once against the paper bef
~FIORELLA~There are very few things in this world that genuinely unsettle me.Not challenge me, not irritate me, not provoke me.Only a few things unsettle me.I am not easily shaken. So the fact that I’m currently gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary, the quiet hum of my engine filling the silence as streetlights blur past my windshield…is deeply unacceptable.Three weeks.Three weeks of travelling.Three weeks without my laptop.Three weeks with Lucas.The thought alone makes my jaw tighten.It doesn’t make sense. None of it makes sense.This isn’t efficient. It isn’t necessary. It isn’t logical.It’s reckless.And I don’t do reckless.My fingers flex slightly against the wheel as I stop at a red light, the glow reflecting faintly against the dashboard while I replay the conversation in the director’s office for what feels like the hundredth time.Every word, every look, every shift in tone, especially his.Lucas.The way he stood t
~MARCELLA~I take Lucas to my favorite spot.A slightly secluded corner, tucked away just enough to give privacy… but still with a perfect view of the entire restaurant.It's romantic, quiet and perfect.We sit down, and almost immediately, a waiter approaches us.I smile politel
~MARCELLA~I don’t even hesitate.I start unbuttoning my shirt slowly and deliberately.One button…Two…And just like I expected….“Jesus—!”Lucas shuts his eyes so fast it’s almost impressive.I burst out laughing.Not just a small laugh, no…I laugh hard. Full-on, uncon
~MARCELLA~“Stephanie, if you don’t blow that balloon in the next five seconds, I swear I’m going to lose my mind.”“I am blowing it!” she snaps back, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, eyes glaring at me as she struggles with the stubborn balloon in her hands.I cross my ar
~MARCELLA~The moment I see him clearly, my entire body goes rigid.Xavier.Not just Xavier.Xavier walking in like this is his event.Like he belongs here.Like he wasn’t the last person I expected to see tonight.My surprise isn’t soft. It’s violent. It slams into me so ha







