LOGINI was disheveled and trying to pull myself together when I saw Xavier strolling in with a bored expression on his face, two security guards walking alongside him.
“Escort Miss Poe here out of these premises this instant” he said with no emotion to the security. I stood there, dumbfounded and tongue-tied.
Just as the two large men were walking towards me to walk me out, I suddenly found my voice.
“Erm, Mr. Crest can we please talk about this?” I asked quietly, trying really hard to control my anger.
“There’s nothing to talk about Sydney” He said simply, shrugging. I couldn't help but notice how he referred directly to me for the first time and how smoothly my name rolled out of his mouth, making me love how he said my name. I scolded myself immediately and snapped out of my insane thoughts.
“Please sir, we can talk about this” I said, hating the fact that I have to beg him.
“You have 15 minutes, I'm listening” He said, putting one hand in his pocket, waiting for me to instantly start speaking in front of everyone. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes to let us have the conversation properly.
He wordlessly started walking to his office and I was stumbling after him, trying to match his long and fast legs. He got into his office, sat, and gestured for me to sit. I started to plead with him.
“Erm… sir… I don't think you have to fire me just because I said no to your propo—-”
“I didn't spare you 15 minutes of my time for you to tell me what I can or cannot do” he interrupted me curtly, waving his hand dismissively. I sat up straight, gathering all the confidence I could muster, I looked at him bravely and said.
“No,” I snap. “You don’t get to fire me because I refused to marry you. That’s abuse of power.”
A slow smile curves his lips. Not warm. Not amused. Dangerous.
“You seem to misunderstand your position,” he says. “You didn’t refuse a proposal. You rejected a solution.”
“A solution to your problem,” I fire back.
He stands then, walking around the desk until he’s standing far too close. I don’t step back, even though every instinct tells me to.
“I made you an offer,” he says quietly. “One that would’ve secured your future.”
“You tried to buy me,” I say. “With a contract and a ring.”
His jaw tightens.
“You walked away from me,” he replies. “And people who walk away don’t get second chances.”
I swallow. “You think firing me is enough to scare me?”
His eyes darken. “This city is small, Sydney. Especially our industry.” He said with grave seriousness.
My stomach drops.
“I make one call,” he continues, voice steady, deliberate. “Two, maybe. Suddenly your résumé stops getting callbacks. Interviews disappear. Interested firms decide you’re ‘not a good fit.’”
“Please don't do this,” I whisper.
“It’s already done.”
The words land like a slap.
I straighten, forcing strength into my spine. “So you’re going to destroy my career because I won’t marry you?”
He tilts his head. “I’m giving you time to reconsider.”
Silence stretches between us.
“I won’t be forced,” I say.
“Everyone is forced,” he replies calmly. “They just like to call it choice.”
I turn for the door, my chest burning.
“Think about it,” he adds behind me. “Because the longer you wait, the harder I make it for you to survive without me.”
My hand tightens on the handle.
This isn’t over.
******
“I can’t believe he would force a marriage on me!” I whined angrily to Ava on a phone call.
“That's honestly a wicked thing to do. Plus, he threatened to make sure you don't get another job— why go through all this trouble when he can have literally anyone he wants?” she asked indignantly.
“I honestly would kill to know as well” I rolled my eyes.
“Does Drake know?”
“Oh sure he does. I called him and said ‘Hey babe! The girl you started seeing, not up to a month, is getting married to her boss who she hates so much, after she told you she wanted to have your child” I said sarcastically, face palming myself in disappointment. I have clearly gotten myself into a mess.
“I don't even know how to begin the conversation. I am the most terrible girlfriend ever!” I cried.
“Oh of course not babes” She said reassuringly. “It's just going to be on paper right?”
“Well, yes but…..” I trailed off.
“If at all you're going to agree to secure your career cos I don't see another way out of this — the Crests are pretty influential and you don't want him carrying out his threat and rendering you permanently unemployed” She says matter-of-factly.
“If you're going to do this, it should be on your terms. You should give him rules and regulations as well” She continued.
“So you're saying I should agree to it?” I asked
“Oh no Syd, I'm merely suggesting. It's up to you to decide”
“Hmmm,” I thought about the whole situation. “Well if he could agree to me keeping my personal relationships, I suppose it might work. I would put it in my terms and conditions that I should be allowed to have my personal love life and all” I said.
“Yes. But how about the whole sperm donor thingy?” Ava asked curiously.
“If it's not too much to ask, I don't suppose he cares who I have a child for or not, we just have to find a way to keep it a secret from the public or make them think the child is his, right?” I asked suddenly unsure.
“Hmm, I'm not sure how either of them would respond to the whole thing. You have to talk to both of them”
“Yes, I guess, omg this is too much” I sighed, feeling overwhelmed and bothered.
I was on my way home earlier than usual after the whole disaster at work. I had made a quick stop at the mall to restock on groceries. So I held my phone to my ear with my shoulder while juggling about five paper bags in both hands.
“I can't believe there's literally a whole back and forth between my boss about getting married to each other. How are we even supposed to cohabit? It’s so crazy” I said to Ava
I was in my corridor, struggling to get my keys when I was startled by a familiar voice.
“Getting married to who?” I turned sharply, to see a frowning and very upset Drake, flowers in his hands.
“Errr Ava, let m-me call y-you back-k” I said shakingly, feeling suddenly hot. I dropped my shopping plastic bags on the floor and made an attempt to move closer to Drake and touch him but he took several steps back. It was like my touch could burn him. I immediately recoiled from the stinging rejection.
“What. Do. You. Mean. You're. Getting. Married. To. Your. Boss?” he drawled out very slowly. Like he was talking to a toddler who had a hearing problem.
“D-drake please I can explain. Please come inside, let's talk about this” I paused. “I promise, it's not what you think”
“Then what the hell is it?” he asked lowly, his expression ice cold. “Sydney, are you getting married to your boss or not?”
“Well I haven't agreed yet but I promise it's no—”
“I wanted to surprise you with flowers, but guess who was surprised instead” He said emotionlessly. Pushing the flowers into my body.
“I don't want to have anything to do with a flimsy whore like you. Have a blissful marriage” He said and without turning back, he left, ignoring my cries and tears.
Xavier has managed to take two things from me. My job and my relationship.
The drive itself felt like part of the adventure.I had barely fastened my seatbelt before my eyes were glued to the window.Italy looked nothing like New York.The roads curved gently around the mountains instead of stretching endlessly between towering skyscrapers. Small villages sat quietly along the hillsides, their stone houses dressed in warm shades of cream, terracotta and pale yellow. Now and then, colorful flower boxes spilled from balconies, making the entire place look like someone had carefully painted each building by hand.Even the air looked different—cleaner, lighter and absolutely brighter.The deeper we drove, the more impossible the scenery became.One moment I was admiring rows of beautiful trees swaying gently in the breeze, and the next, the lake suddenly appeared.My breath caught.“Oh…”It stretched farther than my eyes could follow.The water shimmered beneath the morning sun like liquid glass, reflecting the mountains that surrounded it. Elegant villas sat al
Warm sunlight brushed against my face long before I opened my eyes. For a few blissful seconds, I forgot where I was.No traffic.No sirens.No neighbors arguing through paper-thin apartment walls.Just silence. The kind that settles so peacefully.I slowly opened my eyes.The elegant chandelier above the bed came into focus first.Then the beige-colored ceiling. Then the unfamiliar room.Italy.A smile spread across my face before I could stop it.It wasn’t a dream, I really was here.I turned slightly and glanced at Xavier who was still asleep on his side of the bed.He lay on his back, one arm resting above the blanket, his breathing slow and even.Without his usual stern expression, he looked much younger and even softer. Almost approachable. Which is funny, considering he was asleep. His ruffled hair covered most of his face, leaving the side of his face in my view—a view I was dissecting shamelessly with my eyes. Tracing the shape of his jaw with my eyes, I couldn’t stop myse
I stood in the middle of the suite with my suitcase still in my hand.“So…” I looked around awkwardly. “I guess this is our room.”Xavier set his luggage beside the wardrobe and nodded.“It appears so.”Neither of us moved.The room suddenly felt much smaller than it had a few minutes ago.Sharing a room with Xavier hadn’t crossed my mind when we agreed to come on this trip.Sharing a bed?That definitely wasn’t on the agenda at all.I cleared my throat.“I can take the couch.”He glanced toward the sitting area visible through the open doorway.“There isn’t one.”I followed his gaze.Well, there really wasn’t. I scratched the back of my neck.“This is awkward.”“A little.”A little? This was a lot.I dragged my suitcase onto the bed and unzipped
The polished marble floor reflected the crystal chandelier hanging above us as we stepped into the grand lobby.I instinctively slowed my pace. The place was breathtaking.Fresh lilies filled enormous crystal vases in every corner, their delicate fragrance lingering in the cool air. Soft piano music drifted from somewhere across the lobby, blending with the murmur of guests enjoying afternoon tea.Everything looked expensive. Costly type of expensive.The concierge greeted Xavier as though he’d been expecting us all day.“Welcome back to Grand Hotel Tremezzo, Mr. Crest.”Back?I glanced sideways at Xavier. He nodded.“Thank you.”The receptionist smiled warmly.“And welcome, Mrs. Crest. We’re delighted to have you with us.”Again with Mrs. Crest.One day I’d stop reacting to it. Today clearly wasn’t that day.“We made reservations for two rooms.” Xavier glanced over to the receptionist behind the desk. “One minute, I want to check the reservations, sir,” she said typing on the keyboa
The jet moved smoothly across the runway before finally coming to a stop.A voice came over the speakers.“Welcome to Milan. Local time is 2:17 p.m. and the weather is a pleasant twenty-six degrees Celsius. We hope you enjoy your stay in Italy.”I smiled before I could stop myself.Italy.I was actually in Italy.Xavier stood first, buttoning his shirt.“Ready?”I nodded immediately.“I’ve been ready since we left New York.”That earned me the smallest smile.Unlike every airport scene I’d ever seen on television, we didn’t walk into a crowded terminal.A sleek black SUV was already waiting a short distance from the aircraft.Before we got there, a woman dressed in an elegant navy uniform greeted us with a warm smile.“Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Crest.”There it was again.Mrs. Crest.I was beginnin
I stood at the foot of the staircase, staring at the two large suitcases Xavier had somehow packed in less than thirty minutes.Mine, on the other hand, took me almost two days. I glanced at him suspiciously.“How did you even finish packing that quickly?”He looked up from the tablet in his hand.“I travel often.”“Still… that’s suspicious.”He shrugged. “I know what I need.”“I don’t.”“I noticed.”I frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”“You packed enough clothes for a month.”“We’re going for three weeks.”“Exactly.”I scoffed.“I’m preparing for every possible situation.”His lips twitched. “I sincerely hope you didn’t pack snow boots.”I looked away.“…They’re comfortable.”He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”A smile threatened my lips.We arrived at the airport an hour later. I expected us to pull into the busy airport like I always see on television.Instead, Xavier’s car turned into a completely different entrance.There were no
“Whoa! Breathe Sydney— what happened?!” My best friend’s voice filled with panic asked in perplexity. “What’s happening Syd?” She paused, “I’m beginning to get very worried— did someone die?” She asked worriedly. “Okay, breathe— in, out, yes just like that” she says trying to get me stable. After
I yawned, exhausted from the day’s work. I really had a long day, coupled with the whole drama that happened with my boss and his girlfriend—or more like ex for a very short well, till they picked up things from where they left off. I looked at the time and I gasped, not expecting it to be this lat
“Good morning Mr Crest”. I greeted my arrogant boss and as usual, he strolled past me with a frown on his face not even acknowledging my existence. “Asshole,” I muttered under my breath. I continue to type away at my desk as I am very busy. It isn't like there’s ever a day that I am not busy or ove
I left the office very aggravated. Who does Xavier think he is?..... To propose a flimsy fake marriage to me. Does he think I am one of his whores? I wondered to myself. I hadn’t even bothered to read the whole of the contract before I rejected it. I started to blame myself for saying no when he a







