Sylvia placed the files on top of her boss's table and carefully placed his cup of black coffee on the side. In about twenty minutes, Jason Cartwright, her boss who's the CEO of the company she's working at will arrive soon and since she's been working as his personal assistant for nearly a year now, she knows almost everything about him. Most people would think she has OCD when they observe how she likes to keep everything clean and neat around her but it's not that, she just likes to keep everything under control.
She straightened up and pulled her skirt a little lower down her knees and then smiled in satisfaction. She turned around and walked out of Jason's office and gently closed the door behind her before she could turn in the direction towards her office which is right next to her boss's, an unfamiliar voice echoed from nearby making her turn back around in confusion.
<Sylvia couldn't stop thinking about Chase Evans throughout the day. She was so distracted with her thoughts that she couldn't even concentrate on what Jason was telling her to do and when she realized that she was spacing out again, she had to ask him to repeat what he said..... three times!Jason eventually noticed what was wrong with her and he calmly exhaled a sigh and looked up at her with a serious expression on his face"Miss Falcon, are you feeling alright?" He directly asked her and she looked at him with surprise."Yes, I'm alright." He raised his brow at her."Are you sure? Because you don't look fine to me at all. Is it because of what happened earlier this morning?"
The glass of bloody Mary in her hand had become her seventh already and anyone could tell that Sylvia was starting to become tipsy.She had ended up at the bar after all and out of all people, Chase Evans had joined her. Thinking about reasons why he decided to join her at the bar was too much for her brain to take in and so, she just kept thinking about Mark and silently cursing him to herself.A low chuckle came from the person sitting on the stool beside her and she lazily cocked her head to the side and squint her eyes to see Chase smiling to himself."What's so funny?" He looked back at her and then smirked."You." He casually replied and she suddenly felt annoyed with his answer.
The walk to the office seems so far away that somehow she's starting to wonder whether she's even heading in the right direction or not. Sylvia's hangover was already affecting her mood in the morning and she even wore dark shades to work.Both her legs felt numb and she was not even sure how they were still working but thanks to the warmth from the cup of coffee she was holding in one hand, it was the only thing that was keeping her completely focus on her surroundings for now.Drinking with Chase. Talking to Chase. Getting dropped off at home by Chase...Every detail was clear in her mind that it even started to make her head hurt even more than it already is and she clutched her head and groaned in embarrassment.
It was nearly 6 pm when Sylvia finally decided to leave her office and go home. Everyone else had already left except Jason but when she went into his office to tell him that she was leaving, she couldn't find him anywhere. She immediately guessed that he must be hanging out at the rooftop alone which is what he regularly does when he wants to escape from all the work he had been doing.They had a busy day today, a lot of paperwork to be done, and a few meetings with some new investors, and now that their company is working with Falcon Group, there was a lot more to do to match their working standard. She got into her car parked at the company's underground parking lot and then drove home. While driving and listening to some Adele songs playing inside the car, she thought of what to have for dinner once she gets home.There w
Sylvia poured the wine into two glasses and then sighed, she looked across the room and stared at Chase's back who was standing outside the balcony while leaning against the railings.She couldn't get him to leave after having dinner together and there was nothing else she can try to say to him so he can change his mind about dating her.After a long minute of thinking, she finally decided to give him a chance. Chase is good looking and she'll give him that although she hated guys like him but come to think of it, he's not so bad. If things will not work out between them in the future then she'll not be so hard on herself because she knew that it was going to be like this in the end.Which is why she had decided to at least try but not give in one hundred percent. She no
When it comes to describing Sylvia in three words, punctuality is a must to be one of them. She was ready to start the day in a great mood, her hair neatly done, her coffee had never tasted any better and so far, work was not as busier than usual.Although she hasn't seen Chase yet and because of that, it kept her alert all the time. She kept looking up every time someone walks by or comes into her office thinking it would be him but apparently, it wasn't.After arranging Jason's lunch schedule for the day, she leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed and sighed. Her moment of peace was suddenly disrupted when a notification pops up on her phone and she quickly grabs it to check, hoping it would be a text from him.Get a grip, Sylvia!
The next day at work, Sylvia wasn't sure what to feel about going out with Chase during the day. A part of her feels a bit excited while the other half doesn't want her to feel that excited since she hasn't given in her hundred percent to him yet.At first, her thoughts had completely invaded her mind from the morning making her unable to focus at work but thanks to Jason calling an unexpected meeting, it finally brought back her concentration and she was able to do her work well.But, it made her completely forget about going out with Chase and when lunch break rolled in, she was surprised to see Chase standing at the door to her office with a charmed smile on his face.It was only in the middle of the day and they were still working but Chase had decided to wear a whit
Chase was in a great mood when he drove back home after dropping Sylvia off. Just like he had expected, kissing Sylvia was more than amazing and he can still feel the lingering touch of her soft lips against his and how soft her skin felt.She can be a little feisty most of the time but Chase likes a good challenge. He was beginning to like the way he feels about her although he had thought from the start that the thin thread of attachment between them would soon snap coz his feelings barely last when it comes to women.But this time was different.Shewas different, and he wants to get to know her more. Figure out what she's really like, her likes and dislikes, and her favorite color and even get to know her family more if there's even the slightest chance.
~3 months later ~Shanelle POVLife has a funny way of taking unexpected turns. As I sit here, reflecting on the whirlwind of events that have unfolded in my life, it's hard to believe how much has changed in such a short span of time. Traveling, modeling, and chasing my dreams have taken on a whole new meaning. Vincent, with his enigmatic presence, crashed into my world like a silent storm, shaking up everything I thought I knew. And truth be told, I'm grateful for that unexpected collision.Before Vincent entered the picture, my life revolved around two things: traveling and my modeling career. I was passionate about both, but I had always approached them with a certain level of detachment, keeping myself at arm's length from truly embracing the experiences that lay before me. I was lost in a robotic existence, constantly pushing myself beyond my limits to maintain an illusion of perfection, covering up the cracks within me, all for the sake of fame and the spotlight.But Vincent ch
Shanelle POVAs I settled into my seat on the plane, ready for the journey back home to San Francisco, I couldn't shake off the heavy burden that had settled upon my heart. The events of the past day haunted me, casting a dark shadow over my thoughts. Beside me, Beatrice and Kayleen sensed the change in my demeanor. Their concerned glances spoke volumes, but I couldn't find the strength to share the truth with them just yet.When I returned from my date with Vincent, my heart shattered and tears stained my cheeks. Beatrice and Kayleen did their best to offer comfort, but their words seemed distant, unable to penetrate the depths of my despair. I knew I had to face the consequences of my choices alone, and the pain of that realization only compounded my sorrow.
Shanelle POVAs I slowly blinked my eyes open, the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. The warmth of the sun embraced us, enveloping Vincent and me in its gentle caress. Vincent lay beside me, still sound asleep, his features relaxed and tranquil. His dark hair was tousled, his chiseled jawline softened by the innocence of slumber. I couldn't help but marvel at the sight before me. He was simply breathtaking, and at that moment, my heart swelled with an overwhelming affection for him.Memories of last night flooded my mind, the intoxicating magic we shared. The passion and tenderness that flowed between us were beyond words. Each movement, every touch, etched in my memory like an intimate dance that only we knew. I replayed every detail, savoring the sensation that st
Shanelle POVAs the candlelight flickered on the table, casting dancing shadows across the room, Vincent and I began to savor our dinner. The tantalizing aromas filled the air, creating an ambiance that complemented our growing connection. As we savored each bite, the conversation naturally drifted towards my modeling career, sparked by Vincent's genuine curiosity."So tell me," Vincent began, his eyes filled with intrigue, "how long have you been modeling?"A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reminisced about my journey."It's been three years now," I replied. "Ever since I stepped foot onto the runway for the first time, I knew I had found my passion. Modeling allows me to express
Shanelle POVI stood in front of the walk-in closet, the scent of Chanel, Dior, and Saint Laurent lingering in the air. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, casting a warm glow on the colorful array of clothing before me. Tonight is my date with Vincent, and I wanted to look my absolute best. However, as I scanned the rows of clothes, doubt crept into my mind.What the hell should I wear?Beatrice lay sprawled on the bed, engrossed in a fashion magazine. Her big blue eyes glanced up, catching my reflection in the mirror."Hey, Bea," I called out, hoping she could provide some much-needed guidance."Any thoughts on wh
Shanelle POVAs I sat behind the wheel of my car, driving down the bustling city streets, my mind was consumed by thoughts of Vincent. It had been two long days since we had last seen each other, those fleeting moments when he and Dan dropped us off at our hotel, leaving without much of a goodbye. Yet, despite the brevity of our encounter, I couldn't shake him from my thoughts.Did he think of me too? Was he caught in a whirlwind of memories and emotions just as I was? These questions tumbled through my mind, blending with the cacophony of car horns and the distant hum of city life. The uncertainty gnawed at me, twisting my heart in knots. I longed for answers, for a connection that I hoped went beyond a mere chance encounter.My destination, the prestig
Shanelle POVI stepped into the safe house, the familiar scent of home welcoming me. The adrenaline from the day's events was finally subsiding as I closed the door behind me. We had made it back safely, and a sense of relief washed over me. My muscles ached from the physical exertion and tension, and I couldn't wait to let go of the weight that had been pressing on me.After a quick glance around the dimly lit living room, I made my way towards the bedroom. The hot water of the shower embraced me, washing away the grime and leaving me refreshed. I changed into fresh clothes, relishing the feeling of comfort they brought. With a deep breath, I stepped outside into the night air, making my way toward the pool.The sky stretched above me, a canvas of stars
Shanelle POVI sat on my bed the next morning, clutching my phone tightly in my hands. The screen displayed a seemingly never-ending stream of notifications, each one more anxiety-inducing than the last. My heart raced as I watched my video from the frat party trend across social media platforms. It was as if people couldn't get enough of it, sharing it from one corner of the internet to another. And with each share, a flood of comments and feedback poured in, all directed at me.I had worked so hard to maintain my "perfect" reputation. People saw me as a walking embodiment of flawlessness, and I had meticulously crafted that image. But now, this video threatened to expose the cracks in my carefully constructed facade. It made me feel vulnerable and exposed to the judgment of others, and it terrified me.
Shanelle POVAs the anticipation built up inside me, I glanced at the clock on my bedroom wall. It was already 9:00 p.m., and I hurriedly surveyed myself in the mirror, making sure every detail of my outfit was just right.I had opted for a sleek black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. Its off-the-shoulder design added a touch of sophistication, while the knee-length skirt showcased a playful edge. I paired it with strappy heels that elongated my legs and completed the look with a statement necklace and a bold red lip. I couldn't help but feel confident in this ensemble.Beatrice and Kayleen burst into my room with equally limited excitement for tonight's mission or whatever they wanted to call it. They looked stunning in their own dis