Julian’s POV:
I sat there for a while, replaying Samantha’s words in my head. I had to admit, I hadn’t exactly been kind. But something about her struck a nerve. Maybe it was because she reminded me of the other women I’d dated, the ones who only saw me as a means to an end. Or maybe it was because she didn’t hold back in telling me off. After finishing my drink, I pushed back my chair and headed out, dialing my PA as I walked toward the curb to hail a cab. My car was still parked at the office, but I was too drained to make the trip back to retrieve it. The phone rang longer than I liked, and I began tapping my foot in irritation. “Come on,” I muttered under my breath as the ringing continued. Finally, the call connected. “Yes, Mr. Julian?” my PA answered, his voice clipped but professional. “I need you to arrange for my car to be delivered to my building first thing in the morning. I’m taking a cab home tonight,” I said curtly, glancing at my watch. “Understood, sir,” he replied. “Anything else?” “No, that’s all,” I said, ending the call before she could respond further. I flagged down a cab and gave the driver my address before sinking back into the seat. My thoughts kept drifting back to Samantha, her fiery words, the way her eyes flashed with anger, and how she stormed out without looking back. As frustrating as the evening had been, I couldn’t help but admit that she was different. I didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing, but it was... something. By the time I reached my apartment, the exhaustion hit me like a wave. Tossing my jacket onto the nearest chair, I loosened my tie and poured myself a glass of whiskey. Samantha’s words echoed in my mind again, and for the first time in a while, I wondered if I had been too quick to judge her. Or worse if she had been right about me. I shook my head, dismissing the thought. No, I wasn’t the problem. She just didn’t understand me or the world I lived in. Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t the last time I’d see her. Something told me our paths would cross again, whether we wanted them to or not. ****** The next day at work, I was lost in thought, staring blankly at the papers on my desk, when I heard a voice call out. “Sir?” I blinked and looked up to find Fred, my ever-persistent PA, standing in front of me, a concerned expression on his face. “Is everything okay, sir?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. “Everything’s fine,” I replied, brushing off his concern and returning my gaze to the desk, hoping he would drop it. But Fred wasn’t one to let things go. “How was the date last night?” he asked, his tone a little too curious for my liking. I frowned, my jaw tightening. “Don’t even go there,” I warned. “The three dates so far have been a complete waste of my precious time.” Fred raised an eyebrow but didn’t seem fazed. “What happened this time?” I waved my hand dismissively. “Change the topic, Fred. I’m not interested in rehashing the disaster. And since these dates weren’t worth it, I believe you have a price to pay for setting me up with such ridiculous options.” Fred smirked, clearly enjoying my irritation more than he should. “Actually, sir, there’s still one more date left before we close the book on this little experiment.” I sighed heavily, leaning back in my chair. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?” Fred shook his head, his grin widening. “Nope, sir. I believe that Christmas brings miracles, and you, sir, are in desperate need of one. I just know it.” I shook my head in disbelief, unable to decide if his optimism was endearing or downright maddening. “You’re impossible, Fred.” He shrugged, clearly unfazed. “It’s part of my charm, sir.” For a moment, there was silence as I weighed my options. Then, almost hesitantly, I spoke. “Anyway... uh, do you still... have the... number of... the second lady I went on a date with?” Fred’s eyes narrowed as a sly smile spread across his face. “Oh, you mean Samantha, huh, sir?” I nodded slowly, feeling a little self-conscious under his knowing gaze. “Yeah.”Julian Pov:Fred crossed his arms, leaning slightly forward. “Now, this is interesting. Why the sudden interest in Samantha, if I may ask?”I cleared my throat, attempting to sound casual. “No particular reason. Just... curiosity.”Fred didn’t buy it, his smirk widening. “Curiosity, huh? Well, let me see what I can find.” He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. “You know, sir, Samantha didn’t exactly seem like a fan of yours. Are you planning to apologize or something?”I shot him a look. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Fred. Just find the number.”Fred chuckled as he tapped at his screen. “Whatever you say, sir. But something tells me this isn’t the last time I’ll be hearing about her.” I sighed, already regretting asking for his help, as he handed me a slip of paper with her number on it. “Here you go,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Good luck, sir. You’re going to need it.” I rolled my eyes, pocketed the number, and went back to work, all the
Julian’s POV:When I finally finished the work piled on my desk, Fred’s words came back to me, louder and clearer than before. “Open your heart. Find happiness this Christmas.”I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as the familiar ache in my chest resurfaced. “How?” How could I open my heart when it had been shut tight for so long? Ever since that Christmas when my grandmother passed, and long before that when my parents’ lives were stolen in that devastating accident. The memories rushed in, uninvited. I still pictured the crash - the mangled car, broken glass sparkling in the faint sunlight, and twisted metal that held my parents captive. Their lifeless bodies remained etched in my mind, a haunting imageThe sound of sirens echoed faintly in my ears, and I recalled the paramedics pulling me from the wreckage. I was the only one who survived, the truck driver long gone from the scene. Years later, despite my efforts, the driver had never been caught. The dash came
Julian POV:“Dinner first,” I thought. There was a nice restaurant just a short walk from my office. It was one of those fancy places where the food was good, and the ambiance was even better. Perfect for unwinding after a long day. When I arrived, the warm lights and soft hum of conversation wrapped around me like a cocoon. I requested a table near the window, one that allowed me to watch the world pass by outside. The waiter came over promptly, pouring me a glass of water before asking for my order. I glanced at the menu, my eyes scanning the options. “I’ll take the grilled salmon with roasted vegetables,” I said. “And a side of garlic mashed potatoes.” The waiter nodded with a polite smile and left. I sipped on my water, leaning back in my chair as I watched the city lights blur through the glass. The rhythmic pulse of people coming and going outside seemed oddly soothing. As I waited for my meal, I noticed a couple seated a few tables away. They were laughing, their heads
Samantha’s POV:I turned and saw the last person I wanted to see and I was surprised. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the bustling city around us fading into the background. Then, his expression shifted, his surprise giving way to something I couldn’t quite read.“Julian?” I said, my voice filled with disbelief. “What are you doing here?”He hesitated, I guessed he was unsure of what to say to me. Of course he should, when he was a jerk the last time we met.“I—uh—I was having dinner, and I saw you leave. You looked upset. Is… everything okay?” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “Why do you care?” My sharp response made him flinch a little and I was happy about that. “Serves you right for being a jerk to me last time.” I told myself.“I know I don’t exactly have the best track record with you, but… I do care. You seem like you’ve had a rough night.” I scoffed, shaking my head.“Rough doesn’t even begin to describe it.” my tone softened slightly as I looked away,
Samantha’s POV:I blinked, surprised. “Piano? Really?” He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. “My grandmother taught me when I was a kid. She was brilliant. I’m not, but it helps clear my head.”The mention of his grandmother brought a softness to his expression, and I felt a flicker of understanding. Maybe there was more to him than I had given him credit for. “What about you?” he asked, leaning forward slightly. “What’s something you love that has nothing to do with bad dates?”I chuckled, swirling my latte with the spoon. “Art. Painting, specifically. It’s my escape.” His eyes lit up with genuine interest. “Painting? What kind of stuff do you paint?”“Landscapes, mostly. Sometimes abstract when I’m in a mood.” I paused, looking at him curiously. “Do you ever share your music with anyone?” He shook his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Not really. It’s more for me. But I’d love to hear about your art sometime.”Something about his tone felt sincere, and I found mysel
Samantha’s POV:The clock on my dashboard blinked 7:58 a.m. as I eased my old blue car out of my apartment lot, merging onto the bustling streets of Fifth Avenue. Outside, Christmas lights draped the trees and shopfronts in glittering red and gold. It was beautiful if you were into that sort of thing. But I wasn’t. Not anymore.I’d been working as a window dresser at LeClair & Co, the most prestigious department store in Manhattan, for nearly a year now. It wasn’t where I’d imagined I’d be at this point in my life, but art wasn’t exactly paying the bills. So here I was, driving toward another day of adding sparkle to the world, all while feeling utterly dim inside.As I approached the store's parking lot gate, I spotted Mr. Jones, the morning security guard. He was bundled up against the cold, with a friendly grin on his face as he waved."Merry Christmas, Ma'am!" he called, his voice muffled by the thick scarf wrapped around his neck.I waved back and managed a smile. "Merry Chris
Samantha’s POV“What?! A blind date? Are you fucking kidding me? Hell no, Rosy!” I exclaimed, shaking my head. I hated blind dates. To me, they were the last resort for people desperate to meet anyone. And desperate was one thing I was not. “I’m not interested, Rosy,” I said firmly, pinning on my name tag as I made my way toward the exit.But, of course, Rosy stepped right in front of me, blocking my path. “Wait a minute, Samantha. Just hear me out, okay?”I sighed, crossing my arms as I looked at her. Knowing Rosy, she wouldn’t let this go until she’d laid out her full pitch. “Fine... I’m listening.”Her face lit up instantly. “Okay! So, I’m thinking maybe you can open an account on this dating app I found. We set up a profile for you and everything, and then you go on four dates, just four! Out of four guys, you’re bound to meet someone special.”I scrunched up my face in total disgust. “Absolutely not. I am not going on some random, ridiculous date with anyone, alright?”“Oh, com
Julian’s POV:Christmas. The one time of year I avoided smiling or enjoying the atmosphere around me. The day reminded me too sharply of everything I’d lost. My parents were involved in a car accident that ripped my world apart. My grandmother, who took me in and gave me all the love she had left, only to pass on the very same day years later. Her last wish had been for me to give back to others, to carry on the kindness she’d shown, and I’d tried to honor that. But despite everything, Christmas remained a season of emptiness.Knock. Knock. Knock.The sound of my office door broke through my thoughts, and I looked up as Fred, my assistant, entered with his tablet in hand. I adjusted my seat, turning to face him. “What is it, Fred?”“Sir, your schedule is clear for the rest of the day. I thought maybe you’d like to go out and enjoy the evening,” he said, the suggestion hanging in the air.“Enjoy the evening?” I echoed, a faint smile on my lips. The last thing I wanted was to get ca
Samantha’s POV:I blinked, surprised. “Piano? Really?” He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee. “My grandmother taught me when I was a kid. She was brilliant. I’m not, but it helps clear my head.”The mention of his grandmother brought a softness to his expression, and I felt a flicker of understanding. Maybe there was more to him than I had given him credit for. “What about you?” he asked, leaning forward slightly. “What’s something you love that has nothing to do with bad dates?”I chuckled, swirling my latte with the spoon. “Art. Painting, specifically. It’s my escape.” His eyes lit up with genuine interest. “Painting? What kind of stuff do you paint?”“Landscapes, mostly. Sometimes abstract when I’m in a mood.” I paused, looking at him curiously. “Do you ever share your music with anyone?” He shook his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “Not really. It’s more for me. But I’d love to hear about your art sometime.”Something about his tone felt sincere, and I found mysel
Samantha’s POV:I turned and saw the last person I wanted to see and I was surprised. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the bustling city around us fading into the background. Then, his expression shifted, his surprise giving way to something I couldn’t quite read.“Julian?” I said, my voice filled with disbelief. “What are you doing here?”He hesitated, I guessed he was unsure of what to say to me. Of course he should, when he was a jerk the last time we met.“I—uh—I was having dinner, and I saw you leave. You looked upset. Is… everything okay?” I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “Why do you care?” My sharp response made him flinch a little and I was happy about that. “Serves you right for being a jerk to me last time.” I told myself.“I know I don’t exactly have the best track record with you, but… I do care. You seem like you’ve had a rough night.” I scoffed, shaking my head.“Rough doesn’t even begin to describe it.” my tone softened slightly as I looked away,
Julian POV:“Dinner first,” I thought. There was a nice restaurant just a short walk from my office. It was one of those fancy places where the food was good, and the ambiance was even better. Perfect for unwinding after a long day. When I arrived, the warm lights and soft hum of conversation wrapped around me like a cocoon. I requested a table near the window, one that allowed me to watch the world pass by outside. The waiter came over promptly, pouring me a glass of water before asking for my order. I glanced at the menu, my eyes scanning the options. “I’ll take the grilled salmon with roasted vegetables,” I said. “And a side of garlic mashed potatoes.” The waiter nodded with a polite smile and left. I sipped on my water, leaning back in my chair as I watched the city lights blur through the glass. The rhythmic pulse of people coming and going outside seemed oddly soothing. As I waited for my meal, I noticed a couple seated a few tables away. They were laughing, their heads
Julian’s POV:When I finally finished the work piled on my desk, Fred’s words came back to me, louder and clearer than before. “Open your heart. Find happiness this Christmas.”I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling as the familiar ache in my chest resurfaced. “How?” How could I open my heart when it had been shut tight for so long? Ever since that Christmas when my grandmother passed, and long before that when my parents’ lives were stolen in that devastating accident. The memories rushed in, uninvited. I still pictured the crash - the mangled car, broken glass sparkling in the faint sunlight, and twisted metal that held my parents captive. Their lifeless bodies remained etched in my mind, a haunting imageThe sound of sirens echoed faintly in my ears, and I recalled the paramedics pulling me from the wreckage. I was the only one who survived, the truck driver long gone from the scene. Years later, despite my efforts, the driver had never been caught. The dash came
Julian Pov:Fred crossed his arms, leaning slightly forward. “Now, this is interesting. Why the sudden interest in Samantha, if I may ask?”I cleared my throat, attempting to sound casual. “No particular reason. Just... curiosity.”Fred didn’t buy it, his smirk widening. “Curiosity, huh? Well, let me see what I can find.” He pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. “You know, sir, Samantha didn’t exactly seem like a fan of yours. Are you planning to apologize or something?”I shot him a look. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Fred. Just find the number.”Fred chuckled as he tapped at his screen. “Whatever you say, sir. But something tells me this isn’t the last time I’ll be hearing about her.” I sighed, already regretting asking for his help, as he handed me a slip of paper with her number on it. “Here you go,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Good luck, sir. You’re going to need it.” I rolled my eyes, pocketed the number, and went back to work, all the
Julian’s POV:I sat there for a while, replaying Samantha’s words in my head. I had to admit, I hadn’t exactly been kind. But something about her struck a nerve. Maybe it was because she reminded me of the other women I’d dated, the ones who only saw me as a means to an end. Or maybe it was because she didn’t hold back in telling me off. After finishing my drink, I pushed back my chair and headed out, dialing my PA as I walked toward the curb to hail a cab. My car was still parked at the office, but I was too drained to make the trip back to retrieve it. The phone rang longer than I liked, and I began tapping my foot in irritation. “Come on,” I muttered under my breath as the ringing continued. Finally, the call connected.“Yes, Mr. Julian?” my PA answered, his voice clipped but professional.“I need you to arrange for my car to be delivered to my building first thing in the morning. I’m taking a cab home tonight,” I said curtly, glancing at my watch. “Understood, sir,” he repli
Chapter 5: Dating Game.Samantha’s POVWhen I got to my apartment that evening, I slammed the door in anger. "Who the hell does he think he is?" I muttered, storming into my living room. I rummaged through my bag for my phone, my fingers practically shaking as I dialed Rosy's number.Ring! Ring!! Ring!!!Finally, she picked up, but before she could get a word in, I started. “I told you that guy looked like an arrogant prick! But no, you told me not to judge a book by its cover.” I huffed, kicking off my shoes and watching them skid across the floor before I dropped onto my couch, tossing my bag aside.“Take a deep breath, Samantha,” Rosy said calmly on the other end.I inhaled and exhaled, not once, not twice, but three times, trying to get my frustration under control. “Are you feeling any better now?” she asked gently.I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah,” I replied, leaning back on the couch and closing my eyes.“Alright. Now, tell me what happened.”“Oh, where do
Samantha’s POV:The next morning, I walked into the changing room, my face already frustrated. Rosy spotted me immediately and raised an eyebrow, setting her phone aside. She must have sensed the disaster of last night.“So,” Rosy prompted, leaning in eagerly, “how was it?”I crossed my arms, shaking my head in exasperation. “How was it? Seriously, Rosy? I wish I’d never listened to you and gone on that ridiculous blind date in the first place.”Rosy nodded sympathetically. “I take it that things didn’t go as planned?”“You think?” I said, my face contorted with frustration. “It was worse than I could’ve imagined. The guy wouldn’t stop talking about himself! And can you believe it? He still lives with his mother!”Rosy’s eyes widened as she made a face. “Yikes! What a bummer.”I threw my hands up in surrender. “Exactly! I’m done with this whole blind-date nonsense.”It never works out, and honestly, I’m not interested in dating anyone. Can we just delete the app and be done with it
Julian’s POV:Christmas. The one time of year I avoided smiling or enjoying the atmosphere around me. The day reminded me too sharply of everything I’d lost. My parents were involved in a car accident that ripped my world apart. My grandmother, who took me in and gave me all the love she had left, only to pass on the very same day years later. Her last wish had been for me to give back to others, to carry on the kindness she’d shown, and I’d tried to honor that. But despite everything, Christmas remained a season of emptiness.Knock. Knock. Knock.The sound of my office door broke through my thoughts, and I looked up as Fred, my assistant, entered with his tablet in hand. I adjusted my seat, turning to face him. “What is it, Fred?”“Sir, your schedule is clear for the rest of the day. I thought maybe you’d like to go out and enjoy the evening,” he said, the suggestion hanging in the air.“Enjoy the evening?” I echoed, a faint smile on my lips. The last thing I wanted was to get ca