Ethan’s Point of view:Dinner with Sarah had been on my mind all day. I couldn't wait to see her and get to know her better. As I got ready, I found myself feeling more and more excited. I called her to confirm our plans, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies fluttering in my stomach."Hey Sarah, it's Ethan," I said when she answered. "Just wanted to confirm our plans for tonight. I was thinking...how about we try out that new Italian place downtown? I've heard great things about it.""Sounds perfect," she replied, her voice cheerful. "I love Italian food. What time were you thinking?"I suggested 7 o'clock, and we made plans to meet at the restaurant. As I hung up the phone, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. Tonight was going to be a great opportunity to get to know Sarah better, and I didn't want to blow it.I spent the next few hours getting ready, trying on different shirts and pants, wanting to make a good impression. I finally settled on a simple
Sarah’s Point of view:I closed the door behind me, feeling a mix of emotions. I had been having a great time with Ethan, but when he tried to kiss me, I just wasn't ready. I didn't know why, but it felt too soon, too sudden.I leaned against the door, trying to process what had just happened. I liked Ethan, I really did. But something had held me back from kissing him.I thought back to my past experiences, to Alex and the way he had hurt me. I realized that I was still carrying around that emotional baggage, and it was affecting my ability to connect with others.He betrayed my trust and left me in pieces from the marriage.I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feelings of uncertainty. I needed to focus on myself, on my own healing and growth. I couldn't let my past define me.I pushed off from the door and walked over to the couch, collapsing onto the soft cushions. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it tightly, feeling a sense of comfort and security.I knew I needed to talk to
Sarah’s Point of view: As I woke up to the warm sunlight streaming through my window, I felt a sense of excitement and renewal. I had been feeling stuck and uninspired lately, but today I was determined to shake things up and reignite my passion for painting. I decided to spend the day shopping for new art supplies, something I had been putting off for far too long. I arrived at the art store and was immediately struck by the vast array of colors and textures on display. I wandered the aisles, running my fingers over the brushes, canvases, and paints, feeling the familiar thrill of creativity stirring within me. I picked up a few necessities: a new set of high-quality brushes, a selection of vibrant acrylic paints, a sturdy easel to replace my old one, and a few canvases in different sizes. As I continued to explore the store, I stumbled upon a section dedicated to mixed media art. I had always been fascinated by the idea of combining different materials and techniques to creat
Sarah’s Point of view: The encounter made me tense. I had so many questions. What did Alex want? Why was he stalking me? Was he trying to intimidate me or was there something more sinister at play? As we drove away from the apartment, these questions swirled in my mind, making it hard to focus on the present moment. Ethan's concerned gaze and gentle touch only added to the turmoil inside me. Ethan noticed my inner turmoil and reached out to put a comforting hand on my knee. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice soft with concern. I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I didn't want to burden him with my problems, so I just shook my head and said, "Nothing. Let's just go." Ethan nodded, but I could tell he didn't believe me. He tried to start up conversations, asking me about my favorite books and movies, but I couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. I tried to answer with a chipper tone, but it wasn't really the same. As we arrived at the cafe, Ethan sugg
Sarah’s Point of view: I stood frozen in the kitchen, my eyes fixed on Alex's sinister grin. How did he get in? The house is a modern luxury home with soaring ceilings and sleek interior design. The living room features a stone fireplace and plush furnishings, while the bedrooms offer serene retreats, each with its own unique character. The kitchen is a culinary dream, equipped with high-end appliances and ample counter space. It was a perfect sanctuary for me. It gave me the peace I needed. But now, Alex was here, shattering the peace. He stood up, his eyes fixed on me, and advanced. I tried to move, but my legs wouldn't budge. He grabbed me, his fingers digging into my arms like vice grips. Alex's presence seemed to mock the very essence of this sanctuary. "Welcome home, Sarah," he whispered. I felt a chill run down my spine as he gripped my arms, his fingers digging deep into my skin. How did he get in? What did he want? And how could I escape? I struggled to break free
Sarah’s Point of view:Emily wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly as I trembled with fear and relief."It's over, Sarah," she whispered. "He's gone. You're safe now."I nodded, trying to calm down, but my mind was racing. Alex's words echoed in my head: "This isn't over."Emily pulled back, her eyes scanning my face. "We need to call the police," she said firmly.I nodded, knowing she was right. We had to report Alex's abuse and file a restraining order.Emily handed me her phone, and I dialed the police department's number. As we waited for the officers to arrive, Emily helped me calm down, offering words of encouragement.When the police arrived, Emily stayed by my side, supporting me as I gave my statement. The officers listened attentively, their expressions sympathetic.The next few hours passed in a blur of police statements, photos and questions. Emily stayed by my side through it all."We'll do everything we can to keep you safe, ma'am," one of the officers assu
Ethan’s Point of view: Today was the day. I had my first date with Emma, the Harvard-educated lawyer. Isabel, my personal assistant, stood outside my office door, a folder in hand. "Ethan, I have your briefing on Emma," she said, her voice crisp and professional. I nodded, taking the folder from her. "Go ahead, Isabel." "Emma Russell, 28 years old, graduated magna cum laude from Harvard Law. She's currently working at a top-tier law firm in the city. Her family is well-connected, and her father is a prominent businessman." I scanned the notes, impressed by Emma's credentials. A picture of her was in the folder. Emma Russel is a stunning woman in her late twenties with long raven black hair and green eyes on a glowing porcelain smooth skin. Her style reflected her high society upbringing. "Personality?" I asked. "Poised, confident, and intelligent. She's known for her sharp wit and strategic thinking," Isabel replied. I nodded, tucking the folder into my desk drawer
Sarah’s Point of view: Emily drove us to the nearest pet store to get a dog for added protection, a day after the terrifying break-in at her house. Alex's sudden appearance still haunted me, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of vulnerability. As we parked, Emily turned to me with determination in her eyes. "This will help you feel safer, Sarah. A dog will provide an extra layer of protection." I nodded, grateful for her unwavering support. Inside Pet Haven, the friendly staff greeted us with warm smiles. "Welcome to Pet Haven! How can we help you ladies today?" "I'm looking for a dog," I said. "Something for protection and company.” We've got some amazing breeds here that'll provide companionship and protection." The staff member said. Emily nodded. "That's exactly what we need." The staff led us to a section of cages, each housing a different breed. "Let's start with Duke, our loyal Bulldog," the staff said, pointing to a sturdy dog with a wrinkled face. "Next
Sarah’s Point of view:It was already late in the evening and I was still by Emily’s hospital bed. I spent the whole day filling her in on the soap opera I was living in, She was thrilled to hear that my divorce was finalized, and she couldn't help but gloat about Alex's loss in court.“I’m really glad to hear that you’re no longer married and have any ties with that shitbag Alex.” She then sighed dramatically “but I am sad that I wasn’t present to see Alex’s expression to him losing the case.I bet it was priceless!"I chuckled, remembering the look on Alex's face. "It was definitely satisfying," I said, smiling.She squealed. I then showed her pictures of Ethan and I at the charity event in Sydney.She oohed and ahhed over how handsome Ethan looked, and I couldn't help but blush.“You looked so stunning, Ethan is handsome now I see why you couldn’t resist him.”I gasped and she burst out laughing.I laughed, feeling a little self-conscious. "Shut up, Emily," I teased, playful
Ethan’s Point of view: As I sat on the bed, my eyes fixed on my phone trying to decipher the message.Sarah was in the bathroom, I couldn't help but smile at the memories of last night my brain conjured. Last night had been incredible, and I couldn't wait to do it again. Sarah emerged from the bathroom, looking beautiful as always. I watched as she quickly got dressed in the same clothes I had given her the night before. She seemed anxious to get to the hospital and see Emily, and I couldn't blame her. As she finished dressing, she turned to me and asked if I was coming with her to the hospital. I shook my head, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, something's come up. Maybe another day?" I said, trying to sound apologetic. Sarah nodded understandingly, but I could sense a hint of disappointment. I felt bad for not being able to accompany her, but I had some important business to attend to. As she turned to leave, I caught her arm and pulled her back. "Hey, I wanted to sa
Sarah’s Point of view:It was late in the morning when I finally woke up.I ached everywhere.Ethan was behind me still sleeping, his gentle breathing a soothing sound, his hardness nestled between my ass cheeks and yes, I was still naked.We went on and on last night, the two of us insatiable. After the first round, I drifted off but was awoken by Ethan’s head between my thighs, which evolved into another tangle between the sheets. I should have known how much of a powerhouse Ethan was when he brought out the handful of condoms. It was a hint at the marathon we were going to embark on. And marathon it was, with multiple rounds of intense passion.Seeing him sleeping so peacefully gave me the idea of returning the favor, waking him with my mouth on a certain part of his.The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on Ethan's sleeping form. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, a stark contrast to the storm of passion we'd weathered the night before. A mischievo
Ethan’s Point of View:With Sarah in the bathroom, I decided to set out a comfortable outfit for Sarah to wear after her shower, laying out my T-shirt and a pair of shorts on the bed.With that taken care of, I left the room to go get ready for our movie date. I made my way to the home theater, where I began scrolling through a selection of movies. I wanted to choose something that would be a great way to celebrate my recent success as CEO.As I browsed through the options, one movie caught my eye: The Wolf of Wall Street. It seemed fitting, given my recent achievement. The movie was all about a successful businessman making money and living the high life. I thought it would be a great way to cap off the evening, and I couldn't wait to watch it with Sarah.I had just gotten the popcorn machine started and I decided to head back to my room to check on Sarah and change into something more comfortable. As I entered the bedroom, I caught Sarah in the process of getting dressed. She wa
Ethan’s Point of View: As I held Sarah's hand in mine, I could feel her trembling with fear. I knew that Alex was going to be a formidable opponent, and that he would stop at nothing to hurt Sarah and destroy our relationship. I felt a surge of anger and protectiveness towards Sarah. I had never felt this way about anyone before, and I knew that I would do anything to keep her safe. I looked into her eyes, and saw the fear and uncertainty there. I knew that I had to reassure her, to make her feel safe and protected. "We'll get through this, Sarah," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "Together, we can face anything that comes our way. I promise you, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe and happy." Sarah's eyes locked onto mine, and I saw a glimmer of hope there. She smiled weakly, and I could see the fear and uncertainty starting to fade. I pulled her into my arms, holding her close as I felt a sense of determination and purpose wash over me. I would do wh
Sarah’s Point of View:I slowly came to, my mind foggy and my body feeling weak. I looked around, taking in my unfamiliar surroundings. I was lying on a sofa, and the room was decorated in a sleek, modern style. I spotted Ethan sitting in a chair across from me, his face etched with worry."Ethan?" I croaked, my voice barely above a whisper.His head snapped towards me, his eyes locking onto mine. "Oh, thank goodness you're awake," he exclaimed, relief washing over his face. "I was so worried."I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me to lie back down. Ethan quickly moved to my side, concern etched on his face."Where am I?" I asked, trying to clear the fog from my mind."You're in my office," Ethan replied, his voice soft and soothing. "Are you okay?"I nodded, still trying to process what had happened. "What happened?" I asked, my memory slowly starting to return.Ethan's expression turned serious. "I don't know, we had just come out of the boardroom
Ethan’s Point of view: As I watched Sarah interact with Nora, I couldn't help but notice the subtle dynamics at play. Sarah was marking her territory, letting Nora know that I was taken. I found it endearing, this possessive streak she was showing. I teased her about it, enjoying the way her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. But deep down, I was pleased. It meant she cared, that she was invested in our relationship and that was all that mattered. Standing up, I could sense Sarah's nervousness. I gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, trying to convey my confidence in her. She had nothing to worry about; Everybody would love her. I glanced over at Sarah, taking in her poised demeanor. She was beautiful, intelligent, and kind. I felt a surge of pride, knowing that she was mine. As we entered Grandpa's office, I couldn't help but feel a sense of respect for the man behind the desk. He exuded an air of authority, his presence commanding attention. It was clear that he was the
Sarah’s Point of View:The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed and confident. I got out of bed and began to get ready for the big meeting with the board of directors. As I was putting on my makeup, I heard a knock on my bedroom door."Come in," I called out.Ethan walked in, looking dashing in his navy blue suit. "Hey, are you almost ready?" he asked.I nodded, standing up and smoothing out my pants. "Yeah, I'm just about done. How do I look?"Ethan's eyes scanned me from head to toe, a smile spreading across his face. "You look stunning," he said. "We're going to make a great impression today."I smiled, feeling a sense of relief and gratitude. "Thanks, Ethan," I said. "You look pretty great yourself."Ethan chuckled and offered me his arm. "Shall we?" he asked.I took his arm, and we walked out of my bedroom and into the hallway. We made our way downstairs to the foyer, where Ben, the driver, was waiting for us."Good morning, sir, ma'am," Ben said, tipping his hat. "The c
Sarah’s Point of view:As we stepped out of the private jet and onto the tarmac, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. We had left the beautiful island of Bora Bora behind, where Ethan's family had been enjoying a vacation. But now, we were back in Manhattan, and I had a feeling that something important was waiting for us.Ethan's grandfather,had called us back to the city, requesting our presence at the family mansion. Ethan's mom, grandma, and sisters had stayed behind on the island, enjoying the sun and sand, but Ethan and I had been summoned back to the city.As we made our way to the mansion, I couldn't help but wonder what Ethan's grandfather wanted to talk to us about. Was it something serious? Something important? I glanced over at Ethan, who was walking beside me, his eyes fixed on the path ahead."What do you think your grandfather wants to talk to us about?" I asked him, curiosity getting the better of me.Ethan shrugged, his eyes narrowing slight