Miranda’s P.O.VToday, I was particularly nervous for two reasons. The first was that Donovan had informed me that the divorce papers would be delivered to Michael today, and the second reason was that I’d had very awkward encounters with Davien yesterday, in which there was this intimate tension between us that we hadn’t addressed yet. And because of this, I didn’t know how to act around him; I was walking on eggshells here and it seemed he was doing the same.I woke up, got dressed in a royal blue long sleeved dress that ended mid-thigh, along with cream coloured Miu Miu heels. Some time I’d have to get my belongings from Michael’s house- because let’s face it, it will never be mine and if he wanted it, then he could damn well have it. I’d suffered much in that cursed house, that I didn’t even want to go near it. The way he verbally, physically, and sexually assaulted me…don’t think about it, Miranda. Downstairs, Davien was by the stove preparing breakfast in his three-piece navy-b

Third Person’s P.O.VThe day of Davien’s inauguration had arrived, and pretty much everyone around him was in a frenzy; except for him. He was as cool as a cucumber as he thought of it as not a big deal; for him it was just like any other day, save for the huge press conference and evening party to follow. In the morning, he got up very early and went out for a jog before returning and entering his private gym to do some bench pressing and cardio. Right as he was in the middle of a set of burpees, the door opened and Miranda walked in, already dressed for the day in a white suit with a pink silk blouse and white heels. Her hair was up in an intricate do with it parted at the side and pinned back. Her make wasn’t too obvious; the only thing that stood out was her bright red lipstick, which made her cerulean orbs pop.“It’s almost eight in the morning and you haven’t even gotten dressed yet. Are you trying to be late?” she reprimanded, giving him a judgemental look. Finishing the last

Miranda’s P.O.VSasha continued to glare at Davien’s mother, who seemed unphased by her presence. She took a flute of champagne from a nearby waiter and took a huge sip from it. Once done, she handed it to one of the burly men escorting her. Everyone had pretty much gone back to what they were doing but kept one eye in our direction. I stood there, looking lost and like I’d rather be anywhere else but there. I was about to step away into the crowd when Davien’s hawk like gaze landed on me. “Who might this bellezza be?” she asked, golden eyes flashing with curiosity. I nearly crumpled under her intense stare, that is, until Davien decided to step in to rescue me.“She’s my personal assistant, Miranda. Miranda, this is my mother, Giorgia,” he said, and once again placed his hand on the small of my back. Giorgia extended her hand to me, which I hesitantly grasped in a slow and unsteady shake; unsteady because my hand was shaking. There was something rather intimidating about this woman,

Miranda’s P.O.VAfter what happened last night, I have been avoiding Davien which is no easy feat. I mean, we live under the same roof, and we work at the same place, so you can imagine how badly I am failing at this. We came back last night, and the car ride was extremely tense and awkward. I was fidgeting the whole way, and from the corner of my eye, I could see that Davien was calm as always, but his grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles white, which made me think he was just as uneasy about this as I was.I won’t lie, kissing him was probably the best thing I have ever experienced, and it made me feel alive. I liked it so much that I didn’t want him to stop; I want it to go beyond that. I had to remind myself that a) I’m still technically a married woman, albeit getting a divorce and b) he is also technically my boss. For a moment, I let myself get carried away by these weird hormones and emotions that get activated whenever I am around me. I knew it was wrong, but damn, he

Miranda’s P.O.VI used a back exit in order to avoid Christian seeing me. My mind was too clouded with anger for me to see anyone that I know, and as such, I knew that Christian would notify Davien of my upset behaviour. Let’s just say I wasn’t in the right frame of mind, and I was a little embarrassed from how I’d handled the situation back there. It was so unlike me to have such a violent outburst but lately, Michael had been pushing me into a tight corner. It would only be normal for me to react that way, or at least I think it was. I should have at least knocked him out in the process…I needed some air, hell, a lot of air so I opted to walk around aimlessly for as long as my legs would allow. Good thing today I’d worn flats otherwise I’d have looked like a complete idiot, wandering in the streets with stilettos. When I’d married Michael, I’d never thought that he’d be the type to hurt me this much, and a part of me that still loved him was utterly disappointed. Let’s face it, you