Serena’s POV:Finally, I got to leave the hospital today. The nurses have been helping me pack up my things from the room, into a bag. It's been three days and I'm starting to get cranky in here. I sat on the hospital bed, flipping through a magazine. Mr Vincent had to go to work but chose to come see me first. He is standing nearby, checking his phone.Vincent smiles at me “I'm so glad you're feeling better. How about we make this weekend memorable? You deserve some luxury after being cooped up here.”I smiled “That sounds nice, but I don't want to be a burden”, my smile was weak, being cooped up in here for that long made me feel more stressed out. What I should be doing is resting, and not making memorable nights with Mr Vincent.Mr Vincent places his hands on my shoulder. “Nonsense. It's settled then. You're coming with me.”“I'll be fine, sir. Thank you though, for the thought and consideration. Nice gesture coming from you”, I teased him so he wouldn't feel bad about me not taki
Serena’s POV:Vincent wears back his white shirt with his undies still on. I covered myself with his sheets, tucking myself in it, still panting from earlier. “I'm having guest over later tonight”, he said while struggling to fix his buttons. I rushed to assist him.“Here, let me help”. We both smiled at each other. “What kind of guest”?“Oh, just something my dad started when I was little. A ball dance”I laughed harder than I had ever laughed in my entire life. “Did you say ball dance? What is this, London”? “I mean it's alright”, his mood changes. I knew I had upset him.“Well, good luck with that. Have fun though”“Oh, you're coming to the dance”“No, hmm, no”“Yes”“No”“Yes”, he grabs my ass and draws me closer to him, kissing me.“Yes”, I whispered.“Good. Are you hungry”?“Oh, definitelyAlexander’s POV:Alexander paces back and forth in his apartment, early agitated. His phone is on him, he tries calling Serena. “What's going on, Se? Talk to me”Serena’s POV:I stood in fron
Dear [Reader],I hope this message finds you well. I am writing to extend my sincerest apologies for the delay in releasing the next chapters of [CEOs Play Thing]. I understand and deeply regret any frustration or disappointment this may have caused you.I want to be transparent with you about the reason behind the delay. Over the past few months, I have been grappling with significant mental health challenges. These struggles have affected my ability to focus and maintain the creative momentum needed to produce new chapters of the book. It has been a difficult period, and I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience it has caused you as a reader.I want to assure you that I have sought professional help and support to address my mental health issues. Through therapy, self-care practices, and the unwavering support of loved ones, I am grateful to say that I am now in a much better place mentally and emotionally.With that said, I am fully committed to completing [CEOs Play Thing] and de
SERENA’S POV:I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. Why I'm I so nervous? It's not like I'm going to see his dead parents. Vincent had bought a purple dinner gown for me for the evening, with a sapphire necklace. Wow, this is beautiful. I can't believe Vincent got me this just for a dance. “Serena, are you ready”? Vincent yells. I quickly cleared up my face, I didn't want him to see me crying.“Yes, I'll be right down”. I had the dress on already taking one last look in the mirror. Alas, the evening had begun. I headed downstairs with excitement and anticipation coursing through my veins. The party is in full swing, with music blaring and guests mingling. Mr Vincent and I dance together, lost in the moment.“You look stunning tonight, Serena”. He whispered in my ear.“Thank you, Vincent. I'm having a wonderful time. I'm glad I came”, my emotions filled the room, and I was blushing uncontrollably. As the night progressed, I found myself drawn to Mr Vincent's charm and ch
SERENA’S POV:Coming home late that Saturday night wasn't as I expected. I knew Alexander was gonna be mad at me for keeping him. My face was weary and my shoulders slumped. I saw Alexander pacing back and forth, immediately he confronted me.”Where have you been all day, Serena”? He lashes out angrily.“I was at Mr. Vincent's house, sorting out some work-related issues,” I said defensively, but Alex remained suspicious. When did he become so overly possessive of me? “Mr. Vincent's house? Really? And what were you doing there all day”?“It's not what you think, Alexander. It was strictly professional”.
Serena’s POV:Two weeks later…“Mr Vincent, a call for you, line 1”, it’s been a busy week in the office, and I have been the one handling all of it. I guess as Mr. Vincent’s secretary it’s sort of my job but I’m tired, so, so, tired.“Vincent here”“Bonjour, Mr. Vincent! This is-“, “I know it’s your Dicky, you sound like Mr bean”. Dicky Carson, the head manager of V Tech, Paris, and a good friend of Mr Vincent. They both have a history together. They were colleague buddies back in Boston. Dicky had been going through some financial issues until mr Vincent gave him a job a year ago and decided to open a branch in Paris.“You’re no funny boy. What’s up man”?“Uhm nothing much bro, heard it’s pouring heavily in Nevada, little over here”“Oh! I miss seeing the snow of the city, damn!”“Isn't it the same thing over there, the snow”?“No! It is worst out here man! You need to get me as far away from here as possible, it's freezing, God damn!. This French fucks have no chill”“So, what's g
Serena’s POV:“Oh, that's very generous of you, Mr. Vincent. But I'm not sure if I can go”.“And why is that, Serena? Paris is a wonderful city to visit, especially during the holiday season. I thought you'd be thrilled”“It's not that I don't want to go, Mr. Vincent. It's just... I'm enrolled in night classes, and I'm already falling behind. The trip might set me back even further. I'm thrilled that you even considered me”. Which is strange after all that has happened in the past two weeks. I mean we're still getting to hang out around each other even with the weirdness between us. I don't know, I don't like this. If I go with him to Paris he'd won't be able to get a hold of himself. Vincent will surely use this opportunity to try something with me in Paris, and that's all I'm trying to avoid at all costs, even if it means missing out on Paris. “I understand your concern, Serena. But this is a chance for you to experience something new and to strengthen your connection with the compa
Serena’s POV: I laid on my bed that evening still contemplating whether I should finally stop working so I can focus on my nightschool and my failing acting career or gowithMrVincent to France. It's a big move, I don't think I've ever left the city before. I better call Benita, she'll know what to do. It's been a while since I've spoken with her. I wonder how she's doing. I reached for my phone on the side stool, I dialed her line. After a few rings, Benita picks up. “Hey, Serena! What's up”? “Hey, Benita. I need to talk to you about something. It's kind of urgent”. “Sure, what's going on”? “Well, you know how Mr. Vincent asked me to go to Paris with him for two weeks”? “No! I remember nothing about this, Serena. You never mentioned it. What about this Paris trip which I completely know nothing about because you never mentioned it” “A lot has happened, okay”? “Hmmm….” “I'm seriously thinking about resigning because of my night school. I'm already falling behind in class, and th
Swrena’s POV:Finally, the Christmas party we flew from California to attend is here. The place is buzzing with workers, guests, and clients. I sat at a table and watched Mr. Vincent and Mr. Carson talk and introduce clients to one another. Mr Vincent just kept on smiling, sometimes he would gaze at me with a smile and I would smile back. I took a moment to absorb the lively atmosphere of Mr. Carson's Christmas party. I observed the scene around me, taking in the sights, sounds, and energy of the gathering.I kept looking around, thinking to myself. The party is in full swing, buzzing with excitement and holiday cheer. The room is elegantly decorated with sparkling lights, festive garlands, and a beautifully adorned Christmas tree in the corner.I notice the diverse mix of guests, each adding their unique flair to the ambiance of the party.The guests are a vibrant mix of colleagues, friends, and acquaintances from different walks of life. Laughter and animated conversations fill the
Serena’s POV:The morning sun gently filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow in Mr Vincent’s cozy bedroom. I slowly stir awake, my eyes fluttering open as I adjust to the new day. I turn to my side and find Mr. Vincent, already awake and watching me with a soft smile.He's still here. I whispered to myself. My heart flutters with a mix of surprise and delight as I gaze at Mr. Vincent, who looks back at me with warmth in his eyes.What a beautiful sight to wake up to.Mr. Vincent reaches out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from my face, his touch sending a tingling sensation through my whole body.Mr. Vincent says softly, “Good morning, Serena”.“Good morning, Mr. Vincent”.Our eyes meet, and there's a brief moment of shared understanding and unspoken feelings.With a smile, he says, “I made breakfast for you. Let's go to the kitchen”.I nod, feeling a flutter of excitement in my stomach as I get out of bed and follow Mr. Vincent to the kitchen.The kitchen is filled
Serena’s POV: But just as I thought the night was over, with a half-empty bottle of wine still left to finish. Mr Vincent held my hands and stood me up. He still sat comfortably on his chair, pulling me to sit on his thighs. He leads me further, biting my lower lips first and then kissing me softly with his tongue. Mr Vincent lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist. We were still kissing. Mr Vincent kisses my neck and my breasts, biting gently my nipples. “Ah!”. He pins my back to a wall, knocking down a painting. Calm down! No, don't! Don't stop! He sits me comfortably on the kitchen counter. His head is between my thighs. He kisses them not gently this time around. He reaches for a kiss once more. I took off his white shirt revealing his hard-core abs and broad chest. I've missed this view! Mr Vincent buries his head between my thighs once more. Now, looking into my eyes, I could feel his index finger sliding in and out of my vagina. My breathing pattern changes. I couldn't
Serena’s POV:As we sat on the elevator floor, Mr Vincent scooted closer to where I sat. He seems unsure if he should come a little bit closer to me or not. I have never seen Mr Vincent this nervous.“Well, this is quite the predicament, isn't it”? Mr. Vincent chuckles, “Seems we're at the mercy of this old elevator”.I smiled at him. “At least we have each other for the company”.It’s hard to lock eyes with Mr. Vincent. I don’t know. It’s just I don’t want us to keep making the same mistakes over and over again. But I love him. I do. I’m obsessed! Why I’m I this way!? Should I just tell him how I feel? I know how I feel, probably horny as usual. Stop it, Serena! Now’s not the time to make jokes. Just take a deep breath. How hard can it be? Just tell him how you feel and set a clear boundary between the both of you if things ever go wrong.“ You know, being stuck here like this makes me realize something profound”.“What's that, Serena”?I took one final deep breath, realizing that
Serena’s POV: It’s past three in the afternoon, Mr. Carson and Mr. Vincent round off the meeting and are about to call it a day. “Hey, what are you both doing tomorrow night? This is Paris, let me show you around, huh”? His suggestion isn’t that bad. But I don’t know. Mr mind’s still stuck with the kiss incident since last night. I can't get my mind off it. It's haunting me! Going out with both of them will only make me spend more time with Mr Vincent and that’s exactly what I'm avoiding. Spending another night with him. “Sure, why not? That's if Serena is down for it”. Why is he dragging me into this? If he wants to go, he should. I mean it should be a boy's night after all. I think that would be better for all of us. I don't want to be around Mr Vincent now. Not after the whole- thing. “I'm not sure guys, I think I'll pass on it”, Mr Vincent’s eyes caught mine, he looked disappointed and stiff. “Oh come on!” Mr Carson wasn't having it. I may have ruined his plan. “Why not? W
Waking up to the sound of her alarm signified waking up to a weird and awkward day between Mr Vincent and me. I groggily reached out to turn it off, then sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes. I glanced at the clock and realized I had a meeting with Mr. Vincent soon. As I start getting ready, my mind drifts back to the events of last night.Focus, Serena. You have a meeting to prepare for. Stop dwelling on what happened. I said in my thoughts.I brushed off my thoughts and continued getting ready, but the memory of the late-night kiss lingered in my mind, refusing to be ignored. Thinking to myself; “Why did he kiss me? And why did I kiss him back”?I shook my head, trying to push away the confusion and embarrassment.It's not like I wanted it to happen. He initiated it, didn't he?I paced around the room, my thoughts racing.But I could have stopped it. I should have stopped it. I knew it was inappropriate, especially considering our professional relationship.I sighed, feeling a pang of gui
Serena’s POV:I lay on her bed, my heart racing uncontrollably as I replay the kiss in my mind. I felt a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from confusion to excitement to apprehension. I whispered to myself, What just happened? I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts as I imagined all the possible scenarios that could unfold after the unexpected kiss.I imagined Mr. Vincent confronting me, demanding an explanation for my reaction. I feared his anger and disappointment, unsure of how to explain my conflicting emotions.SCENARIO 1:Knocks on door.“Why did you do that? You did not have to push me. Man, I hate it when you act like a child sometimes! What's your problem”? I envision Mr. Vincent avoiding me, his embarrassment causing a rift in our professional relationship. I worried about the implications for my career and prospects.SCENARIO 2:Knocks on door.“I'm so sorry, Serena. It was wrong of me to make any advances on you. Gosh! What was I even thinking? I think we s
Serena’s POV:The ambiance is elegant and romantic. I, a poised and ambitious young woman, sat across from my boss, Mr Vincent, a distinguished businessman. We are dining in one of Paris's finest restaurants, surrounded by opulence and sophistication. “To Paris, the city of lights and inspiration”. Mr Vincent raises his wine cup for a toast. I smiled at the gesture. “To Paris”. We clank our glasses and take a sip of champagne, enjoying the breathtaking view of the Eiffel Tower illuminated against the night sky.“You know, Serena, there's something magical about this city. It's where dreams come to life, where possibilities are endless”.“It’s truly captivating”.“I'm glad I could share this experience with you, Serena. It's not often we get to step away from the hustle and bustle of work and indulge in the finer things in life”.“Thank you for inviting me, Mr. Vincent. It's an unforgettable evening”.“Oh! I didn’t invite you, you’re here to work, don’t forget”“Right, right, right. Yo
Serena’s POV: I sat anxiously in the airport lobby, my phone buzzing in my hand. I hesitate for a moment before answering. “Hello”? The voice in the other line, breathless, “Serena, it's Alex. I need your help”. ”Alex? What's wrong? Why are you calling me”? “Look, I got into some trouble a month ago, okay? I'm in trouble, Serena. I got into a fight with Mr. Vincent, and now I'm locked up in jail”. “Yeah, I know what you did. My God, Alex, what's wrong with you? Really, what's wrong? You got into a fight with Mr. Vincent, Alex, what were you thinking? “I didn't mean for it to happen, Serena. It just... it got out of hand”. “Well, it happened and now you're in jail and now you're paying the consequences” “I need someone to bail me outta here, please. I can't stay in here any longer, Se. You gotta help you” “Help you? I'm certainly not going to do that. You can't expect me to bail you out after what you did” “Come on, Serena. You know Mr. Vincent can be difficult. He provoked me”