A Week Away 2 Novels & Stories

For seven years, I've been dating Celeste Monroe, a CEO who never keeps her promises. Every time we make plans, she's either late or doesn't show up at all. The first time, her newly hired male assistant, Grady Keller, lost an important contract. I waited at the restaurant until closing, had my food reheated three times, and never heard a word from her. The second time, Grady called to say he was lost. Celeste was already downstairs when she got the call, but I sat through the entire movie without ever seeing her. After that, whenever Celeste and I had plans alone, Grady would suddenly have some kind of emergency. She would disappear without a word, then laugh it off afterward and promise

"Is it over?" Carver's response was immediate, his smile genuine and eyes hopeful. "Yes," he affirmed, "it's over." The finality in his voice cemented the promise, suggesting a newfound commitment to healing and leaving the past behind. Ava, inhaling deeply, let out a calming exhale. "Good," she began, her voice steady, "then let's go home." Pausing momentarily as if contemplating, Carver replied, "Actually, I have a better idea. Why don't we take a couple of weeks off? Let's go somewhere far from the city, away from everything that's happened."

"I’m so sorry about the mess in here…" His gaze took in everything before coming back to rest on her, the flexing muscle in his jaw the only indication of emotion. "Yeah… I heard you were leaving," Reece said gruffly. “Where to, if I may ask…?” Amara shoved her fingers into the back pockets of her shorts and affected a nonchalant attitude, though she craved his touch, his warmth, his kiss… God, she'd missed him so much this past week! How had she believed that she could leave this man behind when he'd become her whole reason for living?

"Ok, now for some business. I need to go away again for a few days, attend to some business. I'll be gone most of the week, but this weekend coming, I'd like the three of us to go away." "Go away, where?" "Anywhere, wherever you want to go. We can make it a long weekend, fly the Friday mid-afternoon, and only come back the Tuesday afternoon. Monday and Tuesday are public holidays, so it works out perfectly." "That sounds lovely. Ok, I'll talk to Skye and make her part of the decision. I think it'll make her feel more special.”

"Anywhere. I have a place in the Hamptons. It's private. Quiet. We could just...exist there for a week. No reporters. No galas. No Sophia cancelling plans and making you feel like shit." "What about work?" "You're on forced leave anyway. And I can work remotely." "Your mother would lose her mind." "Good. Let her." I thought about it. A week away. From everything. From everyone. Just me and Damon. "When would we go?" I asked. "Tomorrow. Tonight even. I can have someone pack our stuff." "That's—we can't just leave." "Why not?" "Because" I stopped. "I don't actually have a good reason."

I asked her, my voice shaking I can't be alone, what if he finds me " Honey it's for a week. " She said and it was like my heart stopped beating. " A week ? " I asked her with shaky voice. " Yes it's a week. I promise to call you every single second " she said " When are you leaving ? " I asked her " Uhmm. Tomorrow " she said and then frowned. " Tomorrow ? " I yelled out .. " you are leaving tomorrow, for a week and you didn't tell me " I yelled. " Honey "

"That's what it is. Everything else we can figure out." She leaned back against me slightly, just a fraction, just enough to close the last inch of space between her back and my chest, and the bond went warm and quiet and satisfied in the way it went when she stopped fighting it. "A weekend," I said. "Just a weekend away from all of it. No campus, no family, no scouts. Just us, somewhere nobody knows our names, and we figure out what this actually looks like when we're not managing it." She was quiet.

Asher announced firmly. ‘Finally, if mommy goes away for 2 weeks, then my operation would fully begin. Hahaha. I just need exactly two weeks to deal with everyone, including that cunny money eater, Liliana. Should I just get myself a company? Seriously, it's not as if I couldn't do that’. Zeke thought. Actually, he was in the world of imagination. ‘If mommy is away for two weeks, doesn't that mean our operation plan would be functional? That's really great. I can't wait to see what Zeke has under his sleeves’. Zach was also in his own world of imagination.

Nikolai’s parents watched her retreating figure, their expressions complex and unreadable. Nikolai drove his car straight to the Thorne’s residence. If Vivienne had disappeared, surely she wouldn’t have cut off contact with her own family. He intended to beg Vivienne’s parents to tell her whereabouts. But as he arrived, he was met with a closed gate and a chilling silence. “We’re sorry, Nikolai. The Thornes have recently gone abroad without disclosing their destination. There is no one home.” The gatekeeper explained awkwardly. “If you are looking for them, perhaps you could try calling. Or shall I make a call to inform them?”

Kian opens his mouth to say something, but ultimately decides against it. Amelia announces that she will be going to California for a week for work, and Kian decides to stay with me since I refuse to leave with him. I’m unhappy about the arrangement, but I concede that there’s no changing his mind. Kian and I will be alone for a week in a cozy house, surrounded by a rustic, beautiful environment. Well fuck me.