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Serena’s POV:My night class surprisingly ensued in time tonight. Mr Quinn had some urgency of some sort at home. “Are you gonna dye your hair back to black”, Benita sits on a rotating bar stool, as I lay hopelessly on the flour drained of energy. Worse of all our air-conditioning is damaged and the handyman won't be here for the next two days. We're both on our inner, the heatwave is milking us both.“It's not a big deal either way, I think it's about time I did something different with my hair”“You’re mixed right”, I raised my head to give Benita a disgusted expression. We’ve been friends for over five years Benita, and you’re asking me this? Nah, she’s pulling my legs.“Really girl”?“Oh!”, coming to her senses, “my bad”“Hmm hmm”, sigh“Haven’t heard from Vincent. Heard is out sick”“No calls from him either”?, I nodded my head.“Don’t even know how to feel about that”“I’m sure he’s alive, and probably still breathing”“He Better be”, chuckles, exhales…“Alexander? I hope that b
Mr Vincent POV:Seeing Serena lying on the bed unconscious made me sick in my Tommy, this was all my fault and I knew it. If I wasn't there, the accident wouldn't have happened. Now she's in the hospital all because of me.“This is all my fault, Benita. If I wasn't in you guys' way if I hadn't jammed into both of you, Serena would be fine”“Don't sound like that Mr. V, she'll be fine, I promise”Serena’s Day had started like every other day, with the familiar hustle and bustle of city life. She works hard, I'll give her that. Little did she know that by nightfall she would find herself lying on a hospital bed. Makes you realize that life is short.“I'm going to get something to eat, you want anything”? Benita said looking exhausted. “I'm good, thanks”, as Benita walked out of the room, I began to have a taste of coffee, so I called her back. “Uhm.. Benita…”“Yea”?“Coffee would be fine”“Okay, I'll be right back”, I thought of the suit I had on all day. I didn't even realize I had th
Mr Vincent POV:As I waited for the hospital staff to finalize the arrangements for Serena's room, my mind raced with a mixture of relief and anticipation. I had been determined to ensure Serena received the best possible care, but the prospect of making a substantial donation to the hospital weighed heavily on his mind.As I sat in the waiting area, my thoughts turned to Serena—her strength, her resilience, and the unwavering dedication she brought to her work. She deserved nothing but the best, and I knew I was determined to see to it that she received it, regardless of the cost.After what felt like an eternity, the hospital staff returned with a smile, confirming that Serena would be moved to the hospital's finest accommodations. Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his efforts had paid off."Thank you," I said sincerely to the staff member, his gratitude evident in his voice. "Please let Serena know that I'll be checking in on her regularly."The staff member nodde
Serena’s POV “Jesus!” I woke up to see I had been transferred into a much more spacious room. I couldn't hold my feelings. I wanted to burst out with joy. No wonder I had a much more peaceful night than the last. I mean, this is amazing. Why did the hospital change my room? Bewildered “Wow, this is nice”, I said softly. “Feeling better”? Mr Vincent said, walking in with a bouquet. Did he do this? I'm sure he did. If he did, then he must have done it as a show-off. “This was all you”? I needed to be sure. “Uhm… the hospital thought it'd be best for you. You know, your condition and all”, uh-hmm, that's the best thing you could come up with? “Mr. Vincent, the room… It's amazing. Thank you” “Oh, no. You should be thanking the hospital and not me” “I know it's you, Mr Vincent. Thank you”, he chuckles with a bold smile. “You're welcome”, he replied, gladly. Just then, Benita entered the room with two cups of coffee in her hands. She sips hers. “Where's mine”? she nearly choked on
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