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: As I walked home, my heart raced with the thrill of creation. Each step felt lighter, buoyed by the vibrant colors still dancing in my mind. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the streets, and I couldn’t help but smile at the world around me. The trees looked greener, the air felt fresher, and even the distant sounds of traffic blended into a symphony of life.My phone rang, jolting me from my reverie. Sharon’s name flashed on the screen. I hesitated for a moment, nerves creeping in. What could she want? But I took a deep breath and answered, eager to hear her thoughts about my first day.“Hi Sarah, it’s Sharon from the art studio,” she said, her voice warm and enthusiastic. “I had to call you.”“Hi!” I replied, my heart racing. “What’s up?”“Your painting today was incredible. Have you had classes before?” she asked, genuinely curious.I smiled, pride swelling in my chest. “No, I haven’t. I’m actually a beginner.”Sharon’s tone shifted to
Ethan’s Point of view:I stepped into my grandfather's office, the familiar scent of leather and old books enveloping me."Ah, Ethan, good morning," Grandfather said, his eyes twinkling behind wire-rimmed glasses."Morning, Grandfather," I replied, taking a seat.He leaned back in his chair, a hint of curiosity on his face. "So, tell me about last night. How was your date with Emma?"I smiled, recalling the evening. "It was pleasant. We had a great conversation."Grandfather's eyes sparkled. "And? Is she the one?"I hesitated, unsure how to respond. Emma was smart and graceful , but something held me back."Grandpa, it's too soon to tell," I said.He leaned forward, his expression serious. "Ethan, I want you to consider Emma as a potential partner, not just romantically but also in business. She comes from a reputable family and has impressive connections."My mind began to whirl with the implications. Was Grandfather suggesting a merger between our companies?"Grandpa, you're th
Sarah’s Point of view: Rachel, my lawyer, called to update me on the divorce petition. "Sarah, the petition has been served to Alex," she said. I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of emotions. "Oh, okay, what comes next?" I asked. "Well, Alex has a limited time to reply, usually thirty days," Rachel explained. "And if he doesn’t respond, the court will grant a default divorce and dissolve your marriage immediately." I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. "Okay then, let’s hope for the best." "Will do, Sarah. Take care." I hung up, releasing a breath. It’s almost over I told myself Time to start my day. I started my day by taking Titan for a walk. The fresh air cleared my head. After our walk, I filled Titan's bowl with food and cooked a simple lunch for myself. With my hunger satisfied, I tidied up the living room. I brought out a fresh canvas and began a new painting. My brushstrokes flowed effortlessly. Just as I was getting l
Sarah’s Point of view:As we stepped onto the tarmac, the jet's stairs unfolded.I froze, my eyes fixed on the sleek aircraft."Ethan, this...this is your plane?" I stammered.Ethan chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement."Yes, it's mine," he replied, leading me aboard.I couldn't believe it.A private jet?This was a whole new level of luxury.Ethan led me aboard, into a luxurious cabin.Soft leather seats, polished wood, and crisp linens surrounded us.A flight attendant greeted us with a warm smile."Welcome, Mr. Grey and Ms.Can I offer you a drink?"Ethan requested champagne."Ethan, I...I didn't know you had a plane," I said, still in awe.He smiled, helping me into my seat."I've had it for business purposes, mostly," he explained."But I also enjoy using it for personal trips."I shook my head, grinning."Of course you have a private jet," I teased.Ethan laughed, pouring champagne."It comes in handy," he said, handing me a glass.As we settled in, I couldn't help b
Sarah’s Point of view: As we leveled off, I gazed out the window, watching the clouds drift by. Ethan joined me, his shoulder brushing mine. "Milan's going to be amazing," he said. "I've got a few surprises planned." I smiled, feeling excited. "I can't wait." Ethan's phone buzzed, breaking the moment. He glanced at the screen, his expression turning serious. "Excuse me for a minute." He stepped away, taking the call. I took the opportunity to collect my thoughts. Being around Ethan made me feel alive. But I couldn't shake off the feeling. That I wasn't ready for whatever this was. Not yet. The flight attendant interrupted my musings. "Can I refill your champagne, Ms.?" I nodded, smiling. “Call me Sarah” “Okay, Ms Sarah.” "Thank you." As Ethan returned, his eyes locked onto mine. "Everything okay?" I asked. He nodded. "Just work" We chatted effortlessly until the pilot announced our descent. As we began our approach into Milan. I fe
Sarah’s Point of view:As soon as we disembarked from the car, we settled into the plane. But it didn’t move. I wondered why we hadn’t taken off yet."Why are we still on the ground? Is there an issue with the plane?" I asked.Ethan replied, "No, we're waiting for someone.""Oh," I replied, curious.A few minutes later, a gorgeous woman embarked. My eyes widened as I took in her stunning appearance. Tall and slender, with curves in all the right places. Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall. Her siren-shaped hazel eyes sparkled with confidence. She was clothed in designer attire - a fitted Chanel suit, Louboutin heels, and a diamond necklace that gleamed in the light.The woman's presence commanded attention. I felt a pang of jealousy, surprising myself. Why would I feel jealousy? Who was this mysterious woman? And why were they waiting for her?Ethan stood up to hug her. "Emberly," he said, warmth in his voice."Darling," she replied, giving him a kiss on his cheek.