“Thank you so much, Dianne.” “It’s what I get paid for.” She says, standing and grabbing her bag. “I should probably leave.” My face falls, “But you just got here.” “I have to return to the office and round up a few things.” I look at the time and see that there’s only twenty more minutes
KIAN’ S POV I waited outside in my car for two hours. I don’t why I waited, I don’t even know why I thought that following the personal assistant would lead me to Leslie. I guess I was just clinging to any hope and opportunity that presents itself to me. She was there for two hours and even when
LESLIE’S POV My favourite part of living in my father’s mansion is the view from the windows in my room. From here, I can see the smooth asphalt road of the suburban district. I can see the perfectly manicured gardens and the sweet scented flowers whose smell is carried by the wind. Beyond the la
KIAN’S POV I should have practiced. That’s the first thought that crossed my mind when Leslie showed up outside the house all of a sudden. I waited outside that gate for three days just to get even the slightest peek at her. I came there everyday, putting everything in my life on hold just for her
Should I have written it down? What exactly do I say to her? How do I say it so she believes me? “Kian?” Her voice sounds like it’s calling for me from a distance. Then I hear a rather loud knock on the table and snap my head up to look at her. I must have zoned out and she used that to draw my at
BEVERLY’S POV I pace the length of the living room, my eyes alternating between the door and the wall clock. It goes without saying that Kian is the reason for my agitation. This is the fourth time I will be in this situation and each new time drives me even crazier than the last one. He has chan
He looks slightly disheveled and like he hasn’t gotten any sleep in the past three days. Just where the hell has he been? “Where have you been?” I ask him, keeping my voice calm so this doesn’t break into an argument. I’ve realized that I can’t be forceful with Kian anymore. It will just bounce bac
LESLIE'S POVI step into the office, my heels clicking against the polished floor, the familiar scent of coffee and paper hitting me like a warm embrace. It's been over a week, but it feels like a lifetime. The trauma of the past days lingers at the edges of my mind, but today, I am determined to re
CHAPTER 18 [ Intern Sophie] ~SOPHIE~ Until a few days ago, the sound of my alarm filled me with nothing but thrill. All it does now is make me bury my head into the pillow with pure irritation while rethinking every single one of my life choices. “Turn that off and get your ass in the shower, So
CHAPTER 17 [The Path Of Heartbreak] ~TRAVIS~ “You asked to see me, sir.” Sophie Summers. I could never get used to her presence, not even when I was the one who requested it. “Sit.” I ordered, barely looking at her. Knowing how defiant she can be, I expected some sort of retort but she quiet
CHAPTER 16 [ A Tangled Mess] ~SOPHIE~ I pushed the door open with a sigh, the familiar weight of the day’s events pressing on me. My head still throbbed, a dull reminder of last night’s recklessness. As I stepped inside the apartment, the soft scent of lavender and the comforting hum of the refr
CHAPTER 15 [Not Her Type] ~SOPHIE~ "Who’s this, Sophie?" Sebastian’s voice slithered through the hallway, his smirk widening when his eyes landed on Travis. "Your new boyfriend?" I was still trying to gather myself together after running into Travis so suddenly. I had questions about how he was
CHAPTER 14 [The Man Who Was Never Mine] ~SOPHIE~ The nausea hadn’t subsided. I sat at the edge of the bed in my childhood room, staring at the peeling wallpaper and the dusty, forgotten trinkets that once made this space my sanctuary. It had been hours since I’d woken up with the hangover poundi
CHAPTER 13 [In Her Absence] ~TRAVIS~ The absence was the first thing I noticed. It wasn’t the missing coffee on my desk—although I’d gotten far too accustomed to finding it there, piping hot and prepared just the way I liked it. Nor was it the lack of a sticky note, usually plastered on the edge
CHAPTER 12 [A Return To The Shadows] ~SOPHIE~ The dull throb in my head woke me before anything else. It pulsed behind my eyes like a relentless drumbeat, making it impossible to open them fully. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow, hoping to escape the nausea curling in m
CHAPTER 11 [Kill-Joy] TRAVIS I wasn’t sure what annoyed me more: Sophie Summers’ audacity or the fact that I had actually turned around and come back. Sitting in the backseat of my car, I stared out the tinted window at the pub just across the street from my company. I had never step foot there bu
CHAPTER 10 [The Sophie Effect] ~TRAVIS~ If chaos had a face, it would undoubtedly wear Sophie Summers’ unrelenting smile. For the past few days, she had inserted herself into every corner of my life at my textile company, leaving me to wonder how someone so seemingly innocent could wreak such calc