It's funny how fast time seems to go when you're having fun. It seemed like only a few minutes since Ethan and I arrived at the picnic, and yet when I glanced at my phone briefly to see the time, I realized we'd been there for an hour. Where did all the time go?We'd only just arrived, and he'd asked me about my college days while we ate. I had barely gotten into my first year before I realized that time was flying by, and we would soon have to leave. The food was amazing, the view was amazing, and the company was perfect. It was such a magical evening, and I almost didn't want it to end. "Something tells me you don't want to leave," he said, noticing my expression. "I mean do we have to?" I asked. "We could stay," he suggested. "You could move out here, and not have to worry about the noise and chaos of the city. We could get a place here, and have picnics like this all the time.""What is it with you and trying to get me to move?" I laughed. "You already asked me to move to a d
Here’s a secret about me: I don’t really know how to act as a girlfriend. I’ve never really been in a serious relationship that was progressing gradually. Throughout high school, I always kept my head down and never bothered with boys or anything like that. It was always just me and Emily against the world. And after passing through high school and college still being single, I’d immediately gotten into a relationship with Marcus. Come to think about it, that wasn’t really a relationship. It was a one-sided strategy where he basically love-bombed me until I had no other choice but to succumb to his wishes. And yeah, I did fall for him at the time, which was stupid on my part. But I learned my lesson, and I would never do that again. With Ethan, however, I found myself constantly worrying if I was doing the right thing. Even three weeks after we officially started dating, I still felt like I was slipping up constantly. He had this habit of sending me cute messages in the morning so I
ETHANSometimes, you just know you're going to have a very awful day. From the moment you wake up, you can feel that this is just not going to be your day. That's exactly how I felt earlier this morning when I rolled out of bed. The first thing was when I realized my phone hadn't charged throughout the night. I must have forgotten to plug it in. I groaned and slapped it on the charger, and when I headed for the bathroom, I slipped just as I was about to walk in and slammed my shoulder against the wall. That was just the preface. On my way down, the elevator got stuck and I had to wait for someone to fix it. After that, I came downstairs to find that someone had keyed my car for absolutely no reason. At that point, I wanted to scream. I was ready to just go back up and call it a day already. But then I saw Liv's reply to my 'good morning' message, and it brought a smile to my face. For just a little while, I forgot about the shitty day I was having. Just texting her brightened my da
The Holloway penthouse was at the very top of the Crawford building, which overlooked most of the Upper East Side. From the moment the building came into view, I could tell that we were in for a spectacle. But when Ethan narrowed his eyes at the building, I leaned over and placed a hand on his lap. "Are you okay?" I asked. He shrugged nonchalantly, but it was obvious that something was pissing him off. I sensed there was some sort of history between the Reynards and the Holloways, but I wasn't to ask him about it right now. Rachel and Blake were in the back seat, and I didn’t want to make a scene after the discussion we’d had earlier. He was having a rough day, and it was my job to make him feel better. “What happened to the old geezer?” Blake called from the backseat. “I haven’t heard anything about him in ages.”“He likes to keep a low profile,” I said. “Ever since Nate took over the business, he’s more of a silent partner now. He only checks in every once in a while when there’s
ETHANI hate parties. There might have been a time when I didn’t feel so negative towards them. But I’d come to realize that a party was just an excuse for terrible things to happen. A party was not a simple social gathering where people would exchange opinions and laugh at ridiculous jokes. Instead, they were opportunities to gossip, to spread rumours and lies and any form of scandalous information that you might want to spread. That was the simple gist of it. Something about the Holloway party only amplified this. From the moment we walked in, I knew I was going to have a miserable evening. And sure enough, as I stood there and watched Nathaniel Holloway drag my girlfriend away, I knew what sort of evening it was going to be. Thankfully, there was an open bar. I decided to have a drink, so I would sit there like a recluse and just watch him blatantly flirt with my girlfriend while rubbing it in my nose. I smiled politely at a few faces I recognized, and we talked for a little wh
Never in my entire life have I ever done anything as quickly as I did with finalizing the Holloway deal. To be completely honest, I was barely paying attention to anything that was said at the table. All I cared about was the yes, and once they signed the papers we'd come along with, everything was set. And now I could devote my complete attention to the hottest man I'd ever met. I was a mess as I hurried over to the elevator, barely paying attention to Rachel and Blake as they said they wanted to hang out a bit longer. When Nathaniel Holloway tried to run after me, I ducked behind a large man wearing a turban and rushed to Ethan's side. He was already standing in front of the elevator, and when he turned to face me, a shiver ran down my spine. He looked so handsome with three buttons undone, his bare chest looking so inviting. A shadow hung over his eyes, making him look so sexy that my brain couldn't properly function. I was so turned on at that moment that a part of me wanted hi
Alright. I’m just going to say it. There’s nothing on earth that beats the feeling of waking up in the morning after being thoroughly dicked down the previous night. Ethan and I had gone four more rounds after the first time, and by the time I slept off, I was completely exhausted. I actually woke up with a smile on my face. And as my eyes fluttered open and I found Ethan staring back at me with a smile, my grin widened as I inched towards him and let him wrap his arm over me. “Good morning,” I whispered. “Hi Cupcake,” he replied, kissing me on the nose. “You look so pretty today.”“Don’t start,” I said, rolling my eyes. We were both completely naked under the covers, and I could feel his erection poking against my stomach. I immediately started to blush, and he must have known I was feeling awkward because he actually flicked it a few times, causing me to roll away from him. “Oh no, you don’t,” he chuckled, pulling me back and wrapping his arms around me. Where do you think you
"You fucking bastard! So you've been cheating on me with my best friend this entire time?"I never thought I would say those words in my life. The idea that Marcus would ever cheat on me never even crossed my mind. We were always so happy together, or at least we used to be in the beginning. Now, I don't even recognise my husband anymore. I first started to suspect Marcus of cheating on me about six months ago when he returned from Hawaii. He had been growing even more distant, and I just couldn't figure out what had changed between us. Was it something I said? Was it something I did? No matter how hard I tried, my husband had completely given up on our marriage, and there was nothing I could do to fix it."Maybe he's just going through a midlife crisis," Emily had told me when I mentioned it to her. Emily was my best friend since elementary school, and we had always been as close as sisters. We grew up right next to each other, and we were like two peas in a pod. It was always Olivia
Alright. I’m just going to say it. There’s nothing on earth that beats the feeling of waking up in the morning after being thoroughly dicked down the previous night. Ethan and I had gone four more rounds after the first time, and by the time I slept off, I was completely exhausted. I actually woke up with a smile on my face. And as my eyes fluttered open and I found Ethan staring back at me with a smile, my grin widened as I inched towards him and let him wrap his arm over me. “Good morning,” I whispered. “Hi Cupcake,” he replied, kissing me on the nose. “You look so pretty today.”“Don’t start,” I said, rolling my eyes. We were both completely naked under the covers, and I could feel his erection poking against my stomach. I immediately started to blush, and he must have known I was feeling awkward because he actually flicked it a few times, causing me to roll away from him. “Oh no, you don’t,” he chuckled, pulling me back and wrapping his arms around me. Where do you think you
Never in my entire life have I ever done anything as quickly as I did with finalizing the Holloway deal. To be completely honest, I was barely paying attention to anything that was said at the table. All I cared about was the yes, and once they signed the papers we'd come along with, everything was set. And now I could devote my complete attention to the hottest man I'd ever met. I was a mess as I hurried over to the elevator, barely paying attention to Rachel and Blake as they said they wanted to hang out a bit longer. When Nathaniel Holloway tried to run after me, I ducked behind a large man wearing a turban and rushed to Ethan's side. He was already standing in front of the elevator, and when he turned to face me, a shiver ran down my spine. He looked so handsome with three buttons undone, his bare chest looking so inviting. A shadow hung over his eyes, making him look so sexy that my brain couldn't properly function. I was so turned on at that moment that a part of me wanted hi
ETHANI hate parties. There might have been a time when I didn’t feel so negative towards them. But I’d come to realize that a party was just an excuse for terrible things to happen. A party was not a simple social gathering where people would exchange opinions and laugh at ridiculous jokes. Instead, they were opportunities to gossip, to spread rumours and lies and any form of scandalous information that you might want to spread. That was the simple gist of it. Something about the Holloway party only amplified this. From the moment we walked in, I knew I was going to have a miserable evening. And sure enough, as I stood there and watched Nathaniel Holloway drag my girlfriend away, I knew what sort of evening it was going to be. Thankfully, there was an open bar. I decided to have a drink, so I would sit there like a recluse and just watch him blatantly flirt with my girlfriend while rubbing it in my nose. I smiled politely at a few faces I recognized, and we talked for a little wh
The Holloway penthouse was at the very top of the Crawford building, which overlooked most of the Upper East Side. From the moment the building came into view, I could tell that we were in for a spectacle. But when Ethan narrowed his eyes at the building, I leaned over and placed a hand on his lap. "Are you okay?" I asked. He shrugged nonchalantly, but it was obvious that something was pissing him off. I sensed there was some sort of history between the Reynards and the Holloways, but I wasn't to ask him about it right now. Rachel and Blake were in the back seat, and I didn’t want to make a scene after the discussion we’d had earlier. He was having a rough day, and it was my job to make him feel better. “What happened to the old geezer?” Blake called from the backseat. “I haven’t heard anything about him in ages.”“He likes to keep a low profile,” I said. “Ever since Nate took over the business, he’s more of a silent partner now. He only checks in every once in a while when there’s
ETHANSometimes, you just know you're going to have a very awful day. From the moment you wake up, you can feel that this is just not going to be your day. That's exactly how I felt earlier this morning when I rolled out of bed. The first thing was when I realized my phone hadn't charged throughout the night. I must have forgotten to plug it in. I groaned and slapped it on the charger, and when I headed for the bathroom, I slipped just as I was about to walk in and slammed my shoulder against the wall. That was just the preface. On my way down, the elevator got stuck and I had to wait for someone to fix it. After that, I came downstairs to find that someone had keyed my car for absolutely no reason. At that point, I wanted to scream. I was ready to just go back up and call it a day already. But then I saw Liv's reply to my 'good morning' message, and it brought a smile to my face. For just a little while, I forgot about the shitty day I was having. Just texting her brightened my da
Here’s a secret about me: I don’t really know how to act as a girlfriend. I’ve never really been in a serious relationship that was progressing gradually. Throughout high school, I always kept my head down and never bothered with boys or anything like that. It was always just me and Emily against the world. And after passing through high school and college still being single, I’d immediately gotten into a relationship with Marcus. Come to think about it, that wasn’t really a relationship. It was a one-sided strategy where he basically love-bombed me until I had no other choice but to succumb to his wishes. And yeah, I did fall for him at the time, which was stupid on my part. But I learned my lesson, and I would never do that again. With Ethan, however, I found myself constantly worrying if I was doing the right thing. Even three weeks after we officially started dating, I still felt like I was slipping up constantly. He had this habit of sending me cute messages in the morning so I
It's funny how fast time seems to go when you're having fun. It seemed like only a few minutes since Ethan and I arrived at the picnic, and yet when I glanced at my phone briefly to see the time, I realized we'd been there for an hour. Where did all the time go?We'd only just arrived, and he'd asked me about my college days while we ate. I had barely gotten into my first year before I realized that time was flying by, and we would soon have to leave. The food was amazing, the view was amazing, and the company was perfect. It was such a magical evening, and I almost didn't want it to end. "Something tells me you don't want to leave," he said, noticing my expression. "I mean do we have to?" I asked. "We could stay," he suggested. "You could move out here, and not have to worry about the noise and chaos of the city. We could get a place here, and have picnics like this all the time.""What is it with you and trying to get me to move?" I laughed. "You already asked me to move to a d
MARCUSThe first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a pair of ballet slippers. They were sitting on the bedside table, with glitter all over them and the insides looking worn out. Sunlight was streaming in through the window, and I had to squint my eyes in order to see properly. "Hi," a strange voice said from across the room, and I titled my head slightly to find a little girl sitting across from me. She must have been about five or six years old, with pigtails and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a tiny ballet outfit, and she looked like she was enjoying herself as she played with her tutu while staring at me quietly. "Hello," I said, my voice sounding raspy and dry. "Where am I?""You're in the guest room," she said calmly. "Grandpa says you're not to be disturbed.""Grandpa?" I asked confusedly, slowly pulling myself up. "Where is your grandpa?""He's on the balcony with the pretty woman," she said. "He doesn't know I'm here though."I felt like I was reading a book where se
“Before you say anything, I’m perfectly capable of flying us there,” Ethan said. “I took flying lessons when I lived in Germany for a year.”I couldn’t even bring myself to speak. I just stared at him with a dumbfounded expression, allowing him to lead me towards the helicopter. It looked so massive up close, and I’d never been this close to one before. “Ethan, I’m scared,” I said. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”“Yes, I’m sure,” he replied. “Babe, you have nothing to be afraid of. I’ve got you.”It was easy to say that while we were on the ground. Once we were in the air, it would be an entirely different story. I stared up at the chopper’s blades, as if it would somehow shrink into something more reasonable. It seemed to glow in the sunlight, a pale grey colour that somehow didn’t make me feel better. I still felt nervous as Ethan made his way towards someone standing in a white uniform, who smiled and shook his hands politely. “All set?” Ethan asked. “You’re good to g