I let out a soft groan. My head is killing me. I press my face hard against the pillow. I suddenly startle as the memories from last night come to my mind. Did I dream it or did I actually told Leopold Beckett he was a bad guy and a jerk? Oh, no... I’m so getting fired!
I look around and gasp. Where am I? This isn’t my bedroom! How did I get here? This room is at least three times the size of mine, the place is so big that the king-size bed looks small in here. The sheets a
(Leopold P.O.V.)Nate, my driver, stops the limousine right in front of the office building. I look at my Audemars Piguet watch. It’s 9:25 am. Great, I am late again! My father is going to love giving me a hard time about it. I get out of the car and I reluctantly walk into the main lobby. Another long day in this office begins. I much rather go back to London, Ibiza, or Mykonos, or literally be at any other place on this planet except from here at Thunder Motors, Inc. Although I shouldn’t hate this company so much, after all, it has given me all of my money, but I can't help to feel exasperated every time I’m in here. My father wants me to take over the company, but he has no faith in me. He is always disappointed in me and I hate the feeling of always letting him down. Five weeks ago, on my thirty-second birthday, I promised myself I was going to change and show my father I was ready to lead the company, but I’m failing miserably. Nothing I do is ever good enough for my father or his
(Leopold P.O.V.)“What?” My father asks baffled. David stares at me in disbelief.
(Emma’s P.O.V.)“What was that?!” I ask baffled the moment Mr. Beckett and Mr. Gleason close the office door behind them.What just happened? Did I just seriously pretend to be Leopold Beckett's fiancée? I can’t believe I just did that! I have no idea why he just asked me to say that lie, I only know I wasn’t able to say no to those puppy eyes of his... and that kiss... I was thrown off by that spectacular kiss. I’ve had a very confusing morning so far, waking up in Leopold’s apartment and now pretending to be his fiancée... I have no clue about what’s happening today.“I’m sorry... I panicked.” Leopold replies clenching his jaw.“Why in the world would you say you are engaged to me?” I ask perplexed.“Someone saw us last night leaving the party together and they assumed... you know... the problem is my father forbade me from sleeping around the office, so when he confronted me, all I could come up with was pretending that we were a real couple,” he explains with an apology expression
“What do you mean you are going to move out?” Eddie asks outraged. “Are you seriously going to leave me alone?”“No, of course not, Eddie. I’m not abandoning you or anything like that. This is just temporary. My boss... he... he needs a full-time assistant for a while...” I lie.I wish I could tell my brother the truth, that I’m about to obtain the money to pay off his debt and make Alex disappear from our lives, but unfortunately, after everything that has happened, I don’t fully trust Eddie anymore. If he knows I’m going to
Mr. Beckett senior and his wife live in a mansion outside the city. My jaw drops as we drive thru the enormous perfectly illuminated garden, it looks like a place from a fairytale. On both sides of the mansion, there are two enormous stone fountains that look like they belong in a public park, not a private home.“They are impressive aren’t they?” Leopold asks referring to the fountains as he parks his red convertible in front of the mansion. “My mother had them sent from Italy. Apparently, local fountains are not good enough for her taste,” he says jokingly.
Leopold clearly has no clue about what to say, so I need to intervene.“It was so sweet,” I say improvising. “He... he took me to this beautiful place... in the woods...”“You took her to our family cabin?!” Mrs. Beckett asks outraged.I look at Leopold fearing I said something wrong. He squeezes my hand in a loving gesture.
The dinner seemed to last an eternity. I think that was as true for me as it was for Leopold; I was putting up with his mother looking daggers at me the entire time, while he was dealing with David’s passive-aggressive comments. On top of that, we are clearly not a very good fake couple, we kept saying the wrong thing about each other over and over. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Becketts conclude Leopold and I are in no way together, let alone engaged to each other. Luckily, this evening is finally over.“What we did tonight was foolish,” Leopold says as he drives us back to his apartment. “If we are going to pretend to be a couple, we have to get to know each other.”“Yes, you are right,” I mumble as I look out the window, feeling exhausted.“By the way, I didn’t say anything before, but I am really sorry to hear about your parents,” he says with pity.“Thank you,” I mutter upset. I hate to bring out the subject, it’s still too painful.“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks.“No,”
I hold back a yawn. I didn’t get much sleep last night with all of our chatting and getting to know each other. It was hard for me to get out of bed this morning and it was harder to get ready without waking Leopold up. When I left his apartment, he was still soundly asleep. Of course, he is the boss’ son, so he can come to the office any time he wants. No one is going to say anything if he comes in late or even if the takes the day off. He probably won’t even come to the office at all today, which is ok because I don’t have the energy to be his assistant today... although, I wonder if he’ll still be rude to me at work now that we are “engaged”, I hope not. Even if it’s just for the sake of appearances, he must be
I stand a few yards away from the party as I look at our few guests having a great time on the dance floor. Even Mary Alice seems to be having fun, although this wasn’t the wedding she planned for us. This isn’t happening in a castle in Europe, or at an elegant salon with crystal walls by an artificial lake. I know at first she was disappointed that I wanted to go in a different direction, but she eventually accepted that the wedding should reflect my taste, not hers. Constance Cassel was a different story, she resigned in the middle of the planning because she considered my ideas to be too “plain for her to work with”, and maybe they were, but this is what I wanted: A small intimate ceremony in a garden filled with red roses, under a big old tree. I may be too simple, too dull and not at all striking or vibrant, but that’s ok, this is who I am, and I like myself. Besides, everything about this days is perfect for me: this is my dream wedding with my dream man.Leopold comes from behi
I can’t help the tears that fall from my eyes. I can’t believe I am never going to see Leopold again. I leave the note on my bed next to the gorgeous engagement ring that Leopold gave me. I wipe the tears from my eyes, before I take my suitcase and leave.Clara is too busy handling the arrangement of the new hospital bed and the arrival of the medical personnel, so she doesn&rsq
As I go in the apartment, I intend to go straight to my room to pick up my things before I leave for good, but Clara is here and she is worried sick because she heard Leopold was wounded by a firearm. The elderly woman seems too fragile for me to just leave her with no answers, she has worked for Leopold for years and she genuinely cares for her boss’s well-being. I sit on the bed with her and I tell her what happened, that the surgery was successful and that Leopold will recover fully. She is very relieved to hear the news and goes to bed with a big smile. The moment Clara goes back to her room, I take out my suitcase and I start to pack all of my belongings. I have no idea where I will go, I just know that
“I was kidnaped by Alex Ricci...” I admit as I lift my eyes to meet theirs. “He is the gangster that shot Leopold, he did it because Leopold came to rescue me while I was kidnaped.”“What?!” Mary Alice exclaims.“But the chief of police said Leopold was shot by a ma
As I wait for the Beckett family to get to the hospital, the nurse tells me that Leopold is already in his room and that he is conscious. I walk as fast as I can without running towards his room. Leopold is lying on the hospital bed looking out the window with a scowl on his face. He looks more pail and has bags under his eyes, but he still looks astonishingly handsome. I freeze at the door as I contemplate him, I can’t believe I almost lost him.“Hi,” I say in a soft
The ambulance arrives a few minutes after. Leopold is still conscious, but weak. The paramedics attend to him without wasting any time. They prepare Leopold to take him in the ambulance, I am holding his hand and I don’t want to let go.“Can I come with him?” I ask one of the paramedics.
(Emma’s P.O.V.)“It’s…. Eh…” the man hesitates to answer.As the man downstairs mumbles, I keep on trying to get free from his grip. I tried to cry out for help, but the second his man informed him that there was someone outside, Alex put his hand over my mouth to prevent me from asking for help to whoever is here.“Who is it?” Alex asks again angrily.“The pretty boy... the one who confronted us the other day when we were looking for Eddie,” the man downstairs responds.My heart glows with hope. Leopold is here! I punch Alex on the ribs, but he doesn’t flinch, he stays put and tightens his grip around me.“Send him away, fool,” Alex mutters.“I tried to, boss, but he is demanding to see you and he won’t take no for an answer... Boss, he called the police on us last time, what if he does the same now? This house is going to be compromised,” the man says nervously.“Come upstairs,” Alex orders him.The man climbs up the stairs to our floor. I recognize him, he was the one having the sta
(Emma’s P.O.V.)My head is killing me and my stomach is upset. I slowly open my eyes and look around me. I don’t recognize this dark room. The room is empty except for the mattress I’m lying on over the floor. I try to move, but my hands are tied together on my back with a rope. I try to break free, but the knot is too tight. After several tries, I am able to kneel over the bed. I look around me once more, trying to find something sharp to cut the rope, but there is nothing in this room aside from the mattress. My whole body starts to shake. Where am I? What is this place?After a few tries, I get up and I walk with wobbly steps towards the bedroom door. I turn my back on the door and I grab the knob, I twist it, but the door is locked. I sigh distressed. I press my ear against the door, but I don’t hear anything on the other side.“Hello?!” I shout. “Is anyone there?” No one replies. “What do you want? Why am I here?”There is just silence on the other side of the door. After a few mo
(Leopold’s P. O. V.)I wake up slowly and feeling wonderful. I smile as the memories from last night come to my mind. I stretch my arms towards Emma, I can’t wait to hold her close again, but then I startle when I notice that she is not by my side on the bed.“Emma?” I call her with a froggy voice.Maybe she is in the bathroom. I wait for a moment, but she doesn’t reply. I clear my throat and I stretch my arms lazily. Maybe she is making breakfast for us or maybe she went back to her bedroom because I snored and she couldn’t sleep because of the noise. I do that sometimes when I am too tired. I get up from the bed and I walk around the apartment looking for her.“Emma?” I call her again, but she doesn’t reply, I am starting to think that she is not here.Her bedroom is empty and she is not in the living room, the dining room, the library, or in the kitchen. I go back to my room to grab my cell phone and I call her, but she doesn’t pick up. This is so strange, where could she be?Maybe