LOGINSerena's Point of ViewI lowered my eyes, knowing very well how flushed my face probably looked right now, and returned to those stubborn buttons that refused to come undone quickly.However, finally, one by one, I managed to unbutton his shirt completely.Then I carefully helped him slide out of the long-sleeved shirt, making sure the sleeve didn't catch against his bandaged hand.“There.”I folded the shirt over my arm and was about to step away when his voice stopped me.“Mm... Serena...”“Yes?” I looked at him.“Maybe you can help me with this too.”I followed his gaze.To his belt.My breath caught.Unbuttoning his shirt was one thing, but helping him with his belt... wasn't that far too intimate?Maybe because of where my hands would have to be.Maybe because he was already standing half-naked in front of me.Or maybe because this very man had had his lips on mine only a few hours ago.Still, I stepped closer without saying anything.My fingers found the buckle.Everything aroun
Serena's Point of ViewI was driving Adrian home.Since the day I'd seen him at Lena's, Adrian had driven me countless times.To work.Home.Shopping.To see my Theo.To so many other places.I had sat in the passenger seat of his car so many times, watching him drive with the same calm, effortless control he seemed to have over everything.But tonight, for the first time, I was driving him home.He sat in the passenger seat, his injured hand resting carefully in his lap, watching the road with an expression I couldn't read.The hospital visit had fortunately been uncomplicated. The doctor had cleaned the wound properly, confirmed there were no glass fragments left behind, and stitched two small cuts that had been deeper than they looked.There was no serious damage, but he'd been advised to keep the hand dry and avoid using it as much as possible for the next few days, at least until the wounds started to heal.I stopped the car in my usual parking spot in front of the apartment comp
Serena's Point of ViewAdrian's lips crashed onto mine.No.It wasn't a simple, innocent peck.It was desperate.It was filled with desire.It was a portrait of exactly what happened when the careful control someone had maintained for so long finally broke.But how did we end up here?It was all because of Noah.A few minutes earlier, I had been on the dance floor, dancing with Becky and the others.“Come on. One dance.”Noah had suddenly appeared in front of me with his usual grin, the one that made saying no to him feel almost cruel.“I already danced a lot, Noah. I'm so tired,” I tried to gently refuse.“Yeah, you danced with almost everyone from the office except the birthday boy.”My lips stretched into a small smile.“People will think you hate me because you refuse to dance with me.”“Nobody thinks that.”“I think that.”This time, I burst out laughing.“Fine. One dance.”I didn't think it was a big deal.I wasn't really dancing with Noah.I was dancing near him, in the middle
Adrian's Point of ViewSerena was dancing with Noah.So what about it?This evening, she danced with Jack.With Ben.I didn't even mind.I could simply look at those dances for what they actually were.Close friends having fun on the dance floor.Laughing and moving to the music.Nothing more.However, Noah...With him, everything felt different.Maybe because now I knew that from him...She is different.And…Somehow…She is different.For me too.And Serena...The woman who didn't know any of this was still smiling.Still enjoying the moment.The song ended.Good.I sighed in relief.But right then, the lights around the dance floor dimmed.What the hell?The upbeat music faded away.Several people cheered.“All right, everyone. Time to slow down a little.” the main singer’s voice echoed.More cheering came from the crowd.“And this one is a special request from our birthday boy.”My eyes immediately shifted to Noah.And the woman standing so close to him.The first notes of a famou
Adrian's Point of ViewShe is different.Just three words.But the tone they were spoken in told me precisely what those three words meant.This wasn’t the first time I’d heard Noah talking about women.He had no fucking control over his mouth and would talk about women even in front of his parents.I had seen him get attracted to women countless times.I had seen him flirt shamelessly with some woman he had met just five minutes ago.But this wasn’t that.Just like he said, she was different.And I hated it to the very bone.“How is she different?” I heard one of his friends ask.Noah was silent for a moment.“I don’t know, man. She just is.”“Oh, God.”Someone laughed.“What?”“You really fucking like her.”“I don’t know.”“Bullshit.”“I said I don’t know.”“Should we get our suits ready?”“For what?”“For your wedding, dumbass.”They burst out laughing.“Forget the wedding. Where do you want to go for the honeymoon? We’ll arrange everything.”“Are you all fucking nuts?” Noah laughe
Adrian's Point of ViewI didn't know seeing someone else happy could make me this happy too.However, since meeting Serena, I was slowly learning it.I had been watching her for most of the evening.Not always.At least, I hoped it wasn't obvious enough to look like I was always watching her.But I couldn't help it at all.My eyes would find her every few minutes.And every time they did, she was smiling.Laughing.Eating.Making jokes with her team.At one point, Becky even dragged her toward the dance floor with a few others. Serena tried to refuse at first, shaking her head and laughing while Becky pulled her by the hand.But five minutes later, there she was, dancing with her friends.Nothing dramatic.Just following the music, laughing whenever one of her teammates said or did something ridiculous.But she looked happy.Happier than I'd seen her in a long time.And that was exactly what I'd expected from this night.There had been one moment when I'd almost regretted bringing her
Serena’s Point of View“Sir… I didn’t realize you had arrived.”Marco’s tone shifted instantly into something respectful and polite as he stepped toward the table by the window.The tall man in the dark suit didn’t respond. He simply looked at the customer, his eyes completely emotionless.I turned
Serena’s Point of View“For table seven!”Lucy called from the kitchen, and I quickly picked up the tray.It was a Friday evening, my third day at Lena’s. With Lena suddenly ill, Marco was managing the restaurant, and the whole place felt slightly off.I made my way through the crowded tables.The
Serena’s Point of ViewFinding a place to stay wasn’t easy, and I didn’t have the luxury to be picky.After a few calls and visits, I finally found a room in a shared apartment.Fortunately, they only required the monthly rent as a deposit.The place was small, just enough for a bed, a table, and a
Serena’s Point of ViewI shouldn’t have agreed.That was the first thought that came to my mind as I walked to the café where I was supposed to meet Rowen.Last night, I went back to that place I once called home, only to grab some of my clothes and belongings. I didn’t stay there, even when Rowen







