Riley’s POV I stared at the white ceiling with my legs dangling off the bed—my hands were on my stomach, trying to silence the butterflies every time Zack popped up in my thoughts. “You look so down for him… what happened to the woman who told me she won’t fall for the rich, cocky playboy?” Lucy bugged, and I groaned—grabbing the pillow and covering my face as I screamed into it. I lowered the pillow to my lap and sat up, looking at Lucy as she went through my outfits. “I don’t know what happened to me—my mind is somehow holding me back, but my heart fell way too hard for him,” I answered in a frustrated voice. My fingers traced my lips unconsciously as my mind replayed the kiss in my head—how do I get it out of my mind? I could still feel his lips on mine. The taste of strawberries mixed with whiskey lingered in my mouth, and I groaned, throwing myself back on the bed—hugging the pillow. “He wouldn’t have kissed me if I wasn’

Riley's POV "Is the blindfold necessary?" I questioned as I stumbled on a rock in the way—it wasn't like I saw it with this thing covering my eyes. Zack was supposed to be my eyes since he was holding my hand, and his other hand was on my waist—guiding me to this stupid picnic date. Apparently, he was as blind as me. "I told you I'm sorry, stop being such a brat," he retorted, and I stopped in my place—snapping my head to where his face was supposed to be—instantly feeling his warm, minty breath on my face. "Did you just call me a brat?" I heard his light chuckle—feeling a little huff of air on my face as he chuckled. The heat traveled to my cheeks—I was embarrassing myself. "You stumble on everything," he remarked, and his words refreshed my mind, playing every scenario. I stumbled on something and fell on him. It was just once or twice. "You are throwing a tantrum over nothing, princess, and I don't want to r

Riley's POV I stared at the white ceiling with my legs dangling off the bed—my hands were on my stomach, trying to silence the butterflies every time Zack popped up in my thoughts. "You look so down for him… what happened to the woman who told me she won't fall for the rich, cocky playboy?" Lucy bugged, and I groaned—grabbing the pillow and covering my face as I screamed into it. I lowered the pillow to my lap, and sat up, looking at Lucy as she went through my outfits. "I don't know what happened to me—my mind is somehow holding me back, but my heart fell way too hard for him," I answered in a frustrated voice. My fingers traced my lips unconsciously as my mind replayed the kiss in my head—how do I get it out of my mind? I could still feel his lips on mine, the taste of strawberries mixed with whiskey lingered in my mouth, and I groaned, throwing my back on the bed&mda

Zack's POV I watched my lawyer intently as he checked the contract, flipping to the other page as I side glanced at Javier who was beginning to look bored—my work was never fun when it came to risking the company with uncleaned money. "Any clauses, Lyle?" I broke the silence, and he lifted his gaze off the papers, peering at me through his reading glasses. "No, everything is great, but I don't understand why you won't sign Arnau's contract," he said with furrowed brows as he took off his reading glasses. Javier snorted, pulling out Arnau's contract and placing it on the desk. Lyle picked the papers hesitantly—wearing his glasses again as I let Javier fill him in with the details.  "Lyle, you'll find on page six that there can't be a third-party partner in the club. Arnau signed a contract with Noah Hernandez, not only him— while there's Carlos De Luca who's

Riley's POV I stared at my phone's screen, feeling the blood boiling in my name as I reread the message for the tenth time around—the high-pitched ring bell pulled my attention away from the infuriating message, seeing my sister's name on the top of the screen as I received a message from her. I tapped the message, and the screen redirected me to her chat, noticing tons of messages I haven't noticed because I had abandoned my phone yesterday. I scrolled down to the latest message, feeling a bang of guilt in my chest as I sensed Lara's worried tone through her message. Lara: Hey, you didn't pick up my calls, and didn't reply to my messages or Athena's. Are you okay?  I typed the chatting bar, and the keyboard popped up, only for me to stare at the letters—definitely mocking me for not knowing what to say. Hey, Lara, I didn't answer because som