Mag-log inSerena’s Point Of ViewAdrian came over for dinner that evening.I was arranging the food on the table when he suddenly asked,“Why did you go for coffee with Becky?”I looked at him.“To apologize.”“For disappearing from the party?”“Yes.”He nodded.“That's all?”I lifted my gaze to him.“What else do you think we talked about?”He quickly grabbed the glass in front of him and took a sip of water.“I don't know.”“Really, Adrian?”I sat across from him.“You two seem to talk about everything in the world.”His eyes were still on his glass of water.Oh.Now I understand.A smile appeared on my lips.“Adrian, are you asking if I talked about you with her?”His eyes lifted to mine.“When did I ask that?”“You didn't. But that's what you want to know.”“No.”“Why would I even care what you talked about with her?”“That's right, Mr. Henrix. As a busy CEO, why would you even care what two female employees of your company talked about?”He frowned at me.I smiled sweetly.“And for your in
Serena's Point of View“I'm not dating Adrian.”I'd spent the entire day anxiously waiting for evening so I could finally explain everything properly to Becky.Now we were sitting across from each other in a little café after work, and that was the first thing I told her.“You're not?”Becky stared at me.“No.”“Then what exactly is this thing going on between you two?”I picked up my coffee and took a sip.What was really going on between us?Adrian had kissed me.More than once.Actually, if I was being completely honest, he'd kissed me quite a lot considering it had only been two days since he'd kissed me for the first time.He'd held me while I slept.Once intentionally.The other two times, we'd somehow ended up in that position while sleeping.Still...Neither of us had actually said anything about how we felt.Therefore, most certainly…Nothing was official.So how could I tell Becky we were dating?“We've kissed,” I admitted.Becky's eyes widened.“You kissed Adrian Henrix?”“
Adrian's Point of View“I think Noah likes you.”It was Monday morning. We were having breakfast in her kitchen before going to work when I said it.Serena's head snapped toward me.“What?”I lowered my eyes to the sandwich I was eating.“I think Noah likes you.”“I heard you perfectly well the first time. I'm asking what made you think that.”I'd heard that idiot almost admit it to his friends.He'd said she was different.However, I couldn't tell her any of that.“I know Noah.”I raised my eyes to look at her.“So?”“So I know how he usually behaves around women. Whatever he feels for you isn't the usual attraction he has toward other women.”Serena went silent for a moment.She looked confused.A little nervous.Obviously, he hadn't even realized he was interested in her.However, that made me feel strangely better.“Adrian... just because he wanted to dance with me doesn't mean he likes me.”“Serena... it isn't because he danced with you.”“Then why?”My fingers tightened around t
Adrian's Point of ViewI kissed her on the lips.I hugged her to sleep.I'd told her she should start cooking for two.And just a few hours ago, I'd been sitting on her sofa, kissing her whenever I felt like it.How the hell was I supposed to make all of those things less visible?I opened my eyes and looked at Watson.“So what exactly are you suggesting?”He glanced at me briefly before returning his attention to the road.“Sir?”“Should I stop going to her place?”He didn't answer.“Should I stop driving her around every day?”Watson remained silent for a long moment.“If you could do all of that,” he finally said, “it would probably be the safest option.”My jaw tightened.Then he added calmly,“But I know you can't do that.”I looked at him.“Can you?”“No.”The answer left my mouth before I could even think.“No. I can't,” I added, taking a deep breath.Watson nodded slightly.“So what the hell am I supposed to do, Watson? How exactly am I going to make things less visible withou
Last NightWatson's Point of ViewBy the time Adrian left for the hospital, the party had already started returning to its normal atmosphere.The broken glass had been cleared away.The music had started again.The dance floor was back in full swing.I found Mr. Richard Henrix near the house, talking to two guests.I waited a few feet away until they finished their discussion.“Watson,” he called as soon as the guests left.“Mr. Henrix.”I hurried toward him.He smiled.“Sir, Mr. Adrian had to leave early. He injured his hand.”“I heard. How bad was the injury?”If you heard, why didn't you check on your son instead of waiting until now to ask?But that wasn't a question to be asked of Richard Henrix.“The cut seemed quite deep. He's gone to the hospital to have it checked. He asked me to let you know.”Richard glanced toward the garden.“Hospital?”“Yes, sir.”Before he could say anything else, a voice rose behind us.“Watson.”Noah was approaching us.“Have you seen Serena?”I glanc
Adrian's Point of View“You disappeared rather suddenly last night.”I looked at the man I had to call my father across his desk.As expected, he had wanted me here as soon as possible just to discuss this.“My hand was injured,” I said calmly.“I heard.”His gaze fell briefly onto my bandaged hand before returning to my face.“Quite an injury too, apparently.”“It was nothing.”“If you say so.”He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine.The faint smile on his face irritated me far more than his words.“And I also heard...”He paused and observed my face for a second.“That Serena panicked at the sight of her bleeding CEO and disappeared with you.”Just like I thought.If he already knew somehow that she had gone with me, there was no reason to try to deny it.“Your little lover seems to be really concerned about you, doesn't she, Adrian?”My jaw tightened.“Don't call her that.”The smile on his face disappeared.“She isn't anyone's little lover,” I continued, keeping
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







