Max continued to smile as he reached his apartment building. He put his hand in his pocket and caressed the lace fabric. He replayed in his mind over and over again what they had done in the restroom cubicle at that bar. It would undoubtedly be a memory to cherish when he couldn't see her anymore. When the elevator doors opened, he already had his routine planned out—shower and then bed. He had sent Emma a text message asking if she had arrived safely, and she promptly replied that she had and hoped he had as well. She sent him a smiling emoji and wished him a good night. He responded that he had just arrived and wished her the same, to which she replied, "Likewise." He noticed that she had put up that wall, but he understood. When he looked up to head to his apartment, he came face to face with Irina. Max stopped in his tracks and widened his eyes. "Well, if it isn't Mr. Müller," she spat with anger. He wanted to tell her the truth, but he held back. "Good evening, Irina. What are y
Hotel Four Seasons, Downtown, New YorkEmma entered the lobby of the hotel nearly ten minutes before the scheduled time with Mr. Bradford. She glanced at her watch and sighed with gratitude for successfully navigating through the heavy traffic in the area."Miss Spencer?" a male voice called out from behind her. She turned to face the person and found a tall, elegant man whose tension was visible on his face. Unintentionally, she estimated that he must be in his fifties. Gray hair didn't conceal his appearance; instead, he seemed proud to carry it."Yes?" Emma smiled. "Are you Mr...?" She couldn't finish her sentence."Bradford, Jack Bradford," he said. Emma wondered why she had imagined it could be him. Then she remembered her uniform with a small logo on the left side and another discreet one on her laptop bag."Pleasure to meet you, Emma Spencer," he offered his hand in greeting, and she returned the gesture."Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked, leading her into a private dining
Emma arrived at the company feeling upset. She couldn't believe that Max had attended a business breakfast for no apparent reason. But then she remembered that he had secured that client, and of course, he was the owner of the company. She tilted her neck and massaged it as she sat in her chair, feeling a lot of tension. She decided to focus on her work and put her mind on that matter once she finished. However, half an hour later, Max had summoned Emma to the main office."Is everything alright?" Mrs. Byrne asked upon learning that Mr. Müller had called for Emma. Emma was getting up from her chair to go to Max's office. She nodded. "But is everything okay with Mr. Müller?" Byrne wanted to know."Yes, ma'am.""And why has he called you to his office?" Emma wasn't surprised that she knew; she was always up to date with everything happening on her floor and in the company."I don't know, I'm unaware of the reason, Mrs. Byrne." They left the office and then went their separate ways. The
Max stepped aside to let Irina enter the office, closing the door with a glance towards Katharina, who immediately mouthed an apology to him."What are you doing at the company?" Max asked in a cold tone. Irina rarely made visits, especially unannounced ones, and he knew it wasn't something she approved of. Irina settled herself on one of the armchairs, taking her time to get comfortable."You didn't answer my calls. You left without saying anything, and I woke up naked in your bed," she said, then glanced at him standing by the door. "I'm not giving up on you, Max.""We'll talk about that tonight, but right now, I have a lot of work to do," Max replied."I won't take long," Irina said, seemingly unfazed by Max's cold gaze. "I want to discuss your infidelity." His words made her tense."Let's talk about yours first," Max said, walking toward her and sitting in the armchair next to hers. Her eyes widened."I've never been unfaithful to you, Max," she retorted angrily. Max leaned back i
Irina stopped the car in front of an elegant vacation home on the outskirts of New York City. She got out of the vehicle in fury and slammed the door of her Lamborghini shut. Horacio, with a big smile on his lips, descended the stairs, jogging towards her. As he saw Irina so angry, the smile vanished from his face immediately."What's wrong? Who made my little bunny so mad?" Horacio said, approaching her. Irina gave him a hateful look."Max knows," she said. Those three words alone made Horacio turn pale. He raised his eyebrows and ran a hand through his hair."How did he find out?" he asked immediately, standing in front of her. Irina leaned against the car door, covered her face with both hands, and began to cry. "Calm down, calm down, bunny. If you want me to talk to him and say that it was me who seduced you or something, you'll have your wedding of the century," he said, stroking her arms, trying to comfort her, even though the last thing he wanted was to help Horacio. He wanted
Max looked at Emma, noticing her cold and distant expression, but he didn't care. She had to give him a chance to speak and clarify things."Yes, you're my friend," Max replied, leaning against the railing next to her. He looked at her and she merely lifted her gaze. "What are you doing here? Waiting for your ex-fiancé?" he said, annoyed. Emma shook her head."You're the least qualified to say anything, you know?" Emma complained. There was a brief silence. "My heel broke when I was trying to avoid you in the elevator, but I managed to hear you yelling at my boss.""I wasn't yelling," Max defended himself."Well, you seemed upset," Emma retorted. "You shouldn't have given her more information than she had. Now she'll think there's something going on between us.""But there is something going on between us. Can't you see it?""It's not like that. Just..." Emma didn't continue as Max sat back on his heels and tried to take hold of her foot."Let me see your heel," he said, but she refus
Emma made it back to her apartment in less time than usual. She had stayed inside her car, thinking about what Max had said on the stairs. "She had ended her engagement," but he was still the owner of the company she worked for. She closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. She wanted to regain control; her body was reacting impulsively to his presence, and it shouldn't be. There were rules she had to follow. So, what now? She removed her fingers from her nose and opened her eyes, startled to see Elaine standing in front of her car."What are you doing here alone?" Elaine asked, furrowing her brow. Emma got out of the car and activated the alarm. She headed towards the elevator that would take her to her apartment, the sound of Elaine's flip-flops echoing throughout the area. Emma simply shook her head."You have shoes. Why are you walking around like that? You know you look ridiculous. What are you doing in the parking lot?" Emma complained, but she didn't really care. She
Max stood under the cold shower, his head down, eyes closed, with the image of Emma when they had sex in the dining room that morning. It had been three days since he saw her in his apartment and couldn't kiss her. The worst part for him was that he hadn't run into her again, and this afternoon, she left early. He was indeed being intense and needed to calm down. It was finally Friday, and he was getting ready to go to his father's house.It was his birthday.He let out a sigh and turned off the faucet, then walked out naked in search of a towel. When he stood in front of the mirror, he wiped away the steam with his hand and finally saw his reflection, damp and glistening."Du bist am Arsch, Max," he said in German, which meant, "You're screwed, Max." Then he started getting ready to go to his father's house, who had already called several times to confirm if he was on his way.Once he parked his car in front of his father's grand mansion, he told himself that he wouldn't tell him abo
Max had reached the floor where Emma was working, intending to investigate about the client, Jack Bradford, and find out his decision. He also planned to seize the opportunity to talk to Mrs. Byrne about the upcoming meeting. As he stepped out of the elevator, he noticed a gathering of employees near Emma's office. Upon arriving, he witnessed a heated argument between Emma and Jamie, the HR representative. His eyes widened when Emma delivered a punch to Jamie's face, causing him to fall. Emma walked towards him, sat on her heels, and exchanged some words. Everyone around was attentive, and to Max's surprise, he saw Mrs. Byrne with a discreetly concealed smile."What is going on here?" Max asked, and everyone turned to look at him before dispersing. Mrs. Byrne cleared her throat and approached Emma's office. Emma stood up and waited beside Jamie for him to enter."I saw everything," Mrs. Byrne said. "Mr. insulted Miss Spencer, and she defended herself." Max was in the doorway, with Emm
Monday morning, and Emma was in such a good mood that she couldn't believe it herself. She thought, "When was the last time I felt this way?" She couldn't recall a day like this. Seated, her gaze fixed on her computer screen, she efficiently tackled all the work she wanted to get ahead of, ensuring the rest of the afternoon was free of pending tasks. She sorted through all the memories of what had happened on Saturday with Max—the way he kissed every inch of her body and how he pinned her against the bathroom tiles to reclaim her. This morning, she noticed a love bite near one of her breasts and briefly smiled. However, it didn't end there. She grabbed her phone, snapped a photo, and sent it to Max with the caption: "First and last, Mr. Müller" accompanied by a smiling emoji. She received an immediate response, as if Max had been eagerly awaiting a message from her, "So it shall be, Miss Spencer," along with a military-style salute emoji (hand to the forehead). Throughout Sunday, Emma
Adler glanced at the doctor's face once he had finished examining his heart. He sighed and pressed his lips together, sensing that this could be bad news. He settled into the vintage wooden chair beside the large bed."Do you know you need to go for regular check-ups, Adler?" the elderly man asked. Adler nodded and looked away. Since Friday, he hadn't been feeling well, and discovering that his beloved daughter-in-law, whom he had cherished as his own, had betrayed not only Max but him as well. "Why didn't you call earlier? You know, I could have treated you here at your home if you didn't want to stay in the hospital." Adler returned his gaze to the doctor, his longtime friend."I hate hospitals," he paused, "Is my blood pressure stable now?" The man nodded, got up to pack his things into his briefcase by the bed, and then looked at Adler."You need to be very careful. You can't get upset or angry; it would raise your blood pressure.""Alright. Just give me the medication, and I'll b
Moments before...Max had gone out for a run to calm the anxiety that had been triggered by learning that Irina was pregnant. He had been on the verge of going to find Horacio and confront him, but now everything had changed. The temporary pain of what they had done, the trust they had both betrayed, would never be forgiven. The only thing keeping him sane were the memories of his recent experiences with Emma. Every detail of her was etched into his skin; there was something about her that had completely enchanted him. Not even Irina, who had been his first and only serious relationship, made him feel this way."It's not just carnal desire, it's something more, Max," he thought. How could it be possible to feel something so deep in such a short time of knowing each other? He kept running, distancing himself several kilometers from his apartment and the area where he usually jogged in the mornings. He crossed traffic lights, went through a couple of parks, and almost an hour passed bef
Moments before...Max had gone for a jog to calm the anxiety that had been triggered by the news of Irina's pregnancy. He had been tempted to go and confront Horacio, to give him a piece of his mind, but now everything had changed. The temporary pain of their betrayal still lingered, and he knew he could never forgive the breach of trust. The only thing that kept him sane was the memories of his recent experiences with Emma. Every detail of her was etched into his mind, and there was something about her that had completely enchanted him. Even Irina, his first and only serious relationship, hadn't made him feel this way."It's not just physical desire, it's something more, Max," he thought to himself. How could that be possible after such a short time of knowing each other? He continued jogging for several kilometers, completely distancing himself from his apartment and the usual jogging route he took in the mornings. He crossed traffic lights, passed through a couple of parks, and alm
The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the bedroom as Jack picked up the newspaper and began his routine—reading about the dollar and the euro, then the social section, before ending with the obituaries. Many of his friends had passed away in the last five years, and it was through this medium that he learned who had departed."Mr. Bradford," announced one of his trusted men, Mr. Min, his personal secretary. Jack looked up from the newspaper and met his gaze."Give me some good news, Min," Jack said. Mr. Min bowed out of courtesy."The DNA results have arrived," Mr. Min said. Jack's heart raced, but he tried not to get too excited."Good. Let's officially confirm what I already know..." Jack handed him a white envelope with the logo of his hospital, and Mr. Min opened it, reading the contents carefully until he reached the percentage: "99.97% highly probable paternity." Jack closed his eyes and smiled. "Of course she's my daughter." When he opened his eyes, he saw the excitement in
Emma was waiting in that expensive and famous restaurant on Fifth Avenue. It was located inside one of the most elegant buildings in the area and, of course, offered the best view of the city at night."Would you like something to drink, miss?" asked the waiter assigned to her table. Emma shook her head with a half-smile. "I'm fine, thank you," she replied. The waiter nodded politely and left, while Emma returned her gaze to the city, occasionally catching her reflection in the mirror. Classical music played softly in the background as the voices of other diners gradually faded away, unaware that the place had become completely empty."Good evening," a deep and somewhat familiar voice said. Emma furrowed her brow and turned her face towards the person who had just spoken, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Immediately, almost clumsily, she stood up and extended her hand to greet him."Good evening, Mr. Bradford. Have you come for dinner?" she asked, then realized that beyond him, the ta
Emma was left speechless when Elaine showed her what she would give to the man she was meeting in an hour. With the tips of her fingers, she gently caressed the surface. The diamond was truly beautiful, and when she looked up at her mother, Elaine smiled."How does it look?" she asked."How is it that you have a necklace with such a stunning and extravagant diamond? Are you sure the old lady gave it to you years ago?" Emma nodded."It was a gift she gave me," her expression changed. "Well, now I'll give it back to her, but she should remember that no one gives and then takes back, especially if it was a gift from..." Elaine stopped her sentence and pressed her lips together. "Well," she let out a scoff. "She'll give me the money, and I'll give you a million dollars for yourself.""I don't want money, Elaine," Emma said confidently. "I want you, if you manage to get the money, to start a new life far away, where you can find peace and stop getting yourself into trouble. That includes n
Max found the conversation among his father's guests trivial and uninteresting. He had no interest in talking about business or anything else. His gaze shifted to Irina's nearly empty glass of water, something he had never seen during a family dinner with her. He couldn't recall a single moment when there had been a glass of water next to her plate, not even when they were just friends."What's wrong?" Irina whispered to Max, nudging his arm slightly. He subtly averted his gaze from her glass to look at the other guests."Max?" she called, this time with a small touch on his arm. He looked at Irina."Yes?" Max replied, pretending he hadn't heard her first call."Why are you staring at my glass of water?" Max knew why she was asking."You know why," Max replied, looking at her. "Right?" She tensed up and averted her gaze."I must have a stomach virus, and I don't feel like having wine. But there's no need to worry," Irina said, her eyes fixed on him. "How have you been these past few d