There was no way what I was staring at could be real. My mind spun as I scrolled through the comments. The internet was eating this story alive.“When did this happen?” I asked, my voice trembling as I handed the phone back to Jessy. My hands were shaking, and my thoughts were racing in a million directions.“It happened this morning. It’s all anyone’s talking about at the office. I’m shocked you didn’t know,” she said, her tone laced with disbelief. But could you blame me? I didn’t keep up with half the things happening around me.I grabbed the bag beside me and walked to my room, my body buzzing with unease. This couldn’t be real. It didn’t make any sense.I fished my phone out of my bag and dialed his number. I held my breath, waiting. Voicemail. Of course. His phone was probably blowing up nonstop. With the amount of gossip that people are ready to consume, he will not have a moment of rest until his phone is dead so I got that part. Frustration boiled in me. There was no way I c
JAIME ADRIELThe previous morning, as I got ready for work, my phone rang from the bedside table. Already running late, I ignored it.The call came again, followed by a flood of notifications that lit up my screen. Standing in front of the mirror, tie in hand, I hesitated. The sheer number of alerts was impossible to ignore.With a sigh, I grabbed my phone. As I held it, another call came through—Jaycee. I answered, putting it on speaker.“Man, what’s up? Are you the one blowing up my phone with messages? What’s going on?” I asked, annoyed.“You haven’t seen the blog yet?” His voice was hoarse, his tone tight. “If not, turn off your phone now. I’ll be at your place in five.”The tension in his voice unsettled me. Frowning, I clicked on the first link an acquaintance had sent to me. My hand froze midair as I read the headline.“Business Tycoon Adriel Jaimel Accused of Sexual Assault.”The words were sharp, cutting through my mind like a blade. My breath hitched.“What the hell is this?
The chaos in the house was exactly what I'd expected, but the calmness in Jaime's eyes was not. For someone accused of something so delicate and career-threatening, he seemed too composed. His hands were buried deep in his pockets as he descended the stairs, his gaze locked on mine, unwavering until he reached the bottom. "Clarissa Miller," he said softly, his voice carrying a weight that sent an unwelcome warmth through me. I hated that I'd missed hearing him say my name over the past two days. I wouldn't admit it aloud, though. Instead, I swept my eyes across the room, feigning disbelief at the disarray. "Is this how you handle chaos?” I tripped on my tongue and blurted, biting inside my tongue for saying that. He didn't respond. Instead, he turned and walked away, his silence beckoning me to follow. A relief washed over me because why did I say that?We moved through a narrow corridor, the noise fading behind us, until we stepped outside. The crisp air hit my face, and for the f
JAIME ADRIELAnd so, the drama continued.We had all believed that once she confessed to lying that none of her accusations against me were true, that the entire thing was her desperate attempt to gain attention, it would mark the end of the problem. Instead, her words had set something much worse.“I thought this mess would have blown over by now. What is this?” Jay dropped his tablet to my desk, the screen lighting up with a bold, criticizing headline that made my stomach churn.“JAIME ADRIEL: FROM PLAYBOY TO CLOSETED GAY?”I let out a laugh, though it barely concealed the irritation bubbling beneath the surface. “Unbelievable. Last month, they were calling me a playboy, and couldn't get enough of how many women they thought I was with. Now, suddenly, I’m gay?”Jay leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his expression a mix of concern and exasperation. “Well, you did laugh, so congratulations. Glad you’re finding the humor in this.” He paused. “But Jaime, this isn’t just gossip any
The past week has been chaotic. Meetings polled together, deadlines piled up, and the air in the office felt thick with tension. Everyone was walking on eggshells, the whispers about Mr. Jaime’s media scandal never far from anyone’s lips.After a particularly disastrous third meeting of the day, I was sorting through notes when Mr. Jaime approached me. His presence was controlling, even in moments like this.“Come to my office when you’re done,” he said briskly, his tone leaving no room for questions.Now, I stood outside his door, nerves coiling tightly in my stomach. I paced, trying to think of what I might have done wrong, but my mind came up empty. Just as I raised my hand to knock, the door swung open.He stood there, tall and imposing, his piercing gaze locking onto mine.“Are you planning to stand there all day?” he asked.I shook my head, my voice caught in my throat as I followed him inside.The tension in the room was noticeable. He gestured for me to sit, and I obeyed, my h
For the first time since I met Adriel, I saw a genuine smile on his face, a real one that crinkled his eyes and revealed his teeth in full display. It was mesmerizing, radiant, and utterly unexpected. I couldn’t look away. If I thought he was handsome before, this smile was a transformation I wasn’t prepared for.Realizing I was staring, I cleared my throat and quickly dropped my gaze to the floor. It was better to count imaginary specks of dust than let him see how deeply I have been staring at him.“I’m sure this will go well,” he said, his voice steady and confident. “You won’t regret your choice. This is going to be a blast.” His eyes stayed fixed on me, but I refused to look up.I reminded myself why I was here. None of this was real. Adriel Jaime wasn’t my boyfriend; he was using me because it was convenient. I was just a stand-in for the countless women who’d drop everything to be in my shoes.If he had ever announced that he needed something like this, it would be an audition
For the first time in months, I allowed myself to sleep in. The feeling was pure bliss, and I wasn’t ready to give it up.“You don’t want to eat breakfast? It’s right here in front of you,” Jessy’s voice cut through my haze as she tugged at me, urging me to eat the meal she had prepared.She had taken the day off so we could spend time together, a rare treat considering how hectic things had been for both of us.I grumbled, tightening my eyes shut and refusing to get up. Even though I was wide awake now, I couldn’t bring myself to leave the warmth of my bed. Deep down, I knew that the moment I stood up, reality would hit me like a freight train.“This is for Zoe,” I whispered to myself, a mantra I repeated every time guilt crept in about the situation I had willingly placed myself in.My phone buzzed on the bedside table, jolting me. Groaning, I reached for it and froze the moment I saw the sender.‘The driver will pick you up in an hour. Be ready’I bolted upright, clutching the shee
Stunning.That was the first word that came to mind the moment I laid eyes on her.Clarissa Miller had always been beautiful, anyone who saw her would agree. But tonight, there was something different. Something radiant. It might have been the way her smile lingered, or how the sleek black knee-length dress fit her like it was made for her alone. Whatever it was, Hope had worked her magic, and I couldn’t deny that it worked well.As Clarissa slid into the car beside me, there were so many things I wanted to say, but none of the words would form. Each thought stayed perched on the tip of my tongue, refusing to leap into the silence between us.The car moved, but the air was heavy, an awkwardness settling between us like a wall I wanted to break down.“So…”“Thanks for this.”We spoke at the same time, our words overlapping. I glanced at her, and she smiled softly, easing the tension just a little.“Ladies first,” I said, offering her a playful grin.She looked away for a moment, then b
Silence filled the car. Jaime had ditched his driver and was behind the wheel himself, his hands steady on the wheel as he drove us through the city. I sat in the front seat beside him, unsure of how I should act or what this impromptu outing was really about.I never imagined that simply sitting in the front seat with a man could feel so… intimate. Not that I was saying this was romantic, but still.Soft blues played through the speakers, filling the space between us. Jaime tapped his fingers against the steering wheel in rhythm with the music, his expression unreadable.I kept my hands folded in my lap, staring out the window, lost in thought, when his voice suddenly cut through the quiet.“What kind of music do you like?”I blinked and turned to look at him, caught off guard. Out of all the things he could have asked, I wasn’t expecting that.“Why do you look so surprised?” he asked, glancing at me briefly before returning his focus to the road.“I just didn’t expect you to ask me
Mr. Jaime returned to the office hours later, looking as furious as ever.He didn’t spare me a glance as he walked straight to his office, slamming the door behind him.Okay, that was weird.Even when he was angry, he never slammed doors.Now I was completely confused. Should I go in and check on him? Should I show him the messages he received while he was away? What exactly should I do that wouldn’t make him bite my head off?Deciding it was best to inform him about his messages, I stood up and made my way to his office.Just as I was about to push the door open, I realized it was slightly ajar, and I heard him shouting. Curious, I pressed my ear against the door.“Can you imagine that? Talking to me about family values as if he doesn’t know what our family is, why we’re the most successful in this part of the world.”He was on the phone, no doubt about that. And whoever he was speaking to, he was venting to them about whatever had him so pissed off.“Exactly. I’m not trying to monop
CLARISSAI tried to find my voice, but it was nowhere to be found. Why did my eyes suddenly burn with unshed tears? I was being so stupid right now.“So, where were we?” Jaime asked casually, as if nothing had happened. As if my heart hadn’t been pounding recklessly inside my chest just moments ago.I clenched my fists, cursing myself for letting my emotions get the best of me. He grabbed the bag of flour from the counter and started giving me instructions. I followed along, mixing the ingredients, but my heart wasn’t in it anymore.I felt ridiculous.“Can I use the restroom?” I asked, my voice surprisingly steady.Without looking up, he nodded.I walked away quickly, pushing open the door to the restroom and turning on the faucet. I scrubbed my hands furiously, wishing I could wash away the embarrassment clinging to me.God, I was such an idiot.“Are you in here?”Paula’s voice startled me, and I hastened to dry my hands, forcing myself to appear composed before stepping out.“Sorry,
CLARISSAOkay, not only is this getting ridiculous, but it’s also kind of funny.Cook together?Does that even make sense?And why the hell is Jaime suddenly smiling like this is the best idea he’s ever heard? He should be just as annoyed as I am. But no, he looks perfectly happy to go along with it.Since he’s clearly on board, I don’t have a choice but to follow through.What have I gotten myself into?More importantly, why does he suddenly look so damn good in casual wear?Does this man ever have a bad day? Ever not look like he just walked out of a magazine?I saw the exact moment he caught me staring. No, not starring, gawking.God. Could I be any more pathetic?But honestly, how could I not look? He’s just standing there, looking unfairly good, and my traitorous eyes won’t stop drinking him in.“Yes, I’ve found that cooking is a great way to open up and express yourselves,” Paula said, looking between the two of us. “It allows you to interact more, to connect.” She smiled. “It’s
JAIME “What are you doing? I thought this was about the rumor, but after what I just saw, I don’t…” “And what exactly did you see?” I cut James off, walking back to my chair and sinking into it. Well, trying to sink into it. I couldn’t even sit comfortably, my damn zipper was pressing too hard against the bulge in my trousers. Fuck. I had a hard-on for my assistant. This was not what I had expected today. Not in a million years did I think I would find myself hiding a hard-on from my own brother. Worse? It wasn’t because of some random fantasy, it was because I couldn’t stop staring at my assistant. James’ jaw tightened. “Do you even know her? Anything about her?” His voice was laced with frustration, but I knew my brother well enough to recognize the underlying concern. He always masked it with irritation, but it was there. “If you didn’t come here to judge me, get on with what you came for,” I said, dismissively. Because, frankly, I had better things to focus on,
I had been on edge all day. Every time Jaime called me to his office, I either jumped or felt my chest tighten with anxiety. I didn’t know how to put what I was feeling into words, but the craziest part? I already knew exactly why I was so nervous. James Adriel. He must have told Jaime. The thought alone had my stomach in knots. This family had no business making me feel this way, but here I was, too anxious to even move from my chair. Lunchtime came and went, yet I remained frozen, unable to eat, unable to think straight. Then the landline rang. I flinched. Seeing Jaime’s name on the screen only made my nerves worse. Taking a deep breath, I answered. “Mr. Adriel.” My voice wavered slightly. “Come to my office,” he said, then hung up immediately. Oh shit. That was it. He knew. The way he spoke, so short, so clipped, it was obvious. James must have told him everything. I stared at the phone, then at myself. What was the worst that could happen? That he would end this rid
I woke up still basking in the excitement of last night. Not only had dinner gone better than I expected, but Zoe was finally here.She lay beside me, cuddled up in my arms, her small breaths soft and rhythmic. As I ran my fingers gently through her hair, I whispered quiet words of love and encouragement, holding her a little closer.God, I had missed her so much.Everything we used to do together, every little moment we had been apart for too long. Since the day she was born, she had become my world, my everything.The door creaked open, and Jessy strolled in casually.“You two are still sleeping?” she asked in a hushed tone, her gaze softening as she looked at Zoe.I nodded but kept my eyes on the sleeping beauty beside me. Traveling alone must have been exhausting for her. By the time I got home last night, she had already been fast asleep and hadn’t stirred once.“It’s a good thing today is Saturday,” I murmured, my fingers still tracing slow, comforting patterns through her hair.
CLARISSAThe unsettling feeling didn’t disappear as I took my seat at the table. The room was loud with conversation, filled with laughter and the kind of warmth that made it feel like a home. Yet, I couldn’t shake the tension tightening in my chest.My eyes scanned the table. Everyone seemed to have someone, Jeremy sat beside a beautiful blonde woman who looked like an actress, her delicate voice barely above a whisper as she spoke. They looked perfect together, the kind of couple that belonged in a magazine.Then there was James. He had come alone, but he didn’t need anyone by his side to command attention. His presence alone was enough. His sharp features were locked in an expression of quiet intensity, his shoulders rigid, his gaze calculated as he took in everyone at the table.I found myself staring a second too long.And then, his eyes met mine.Holy shit.I looked away so fast it was almost embarrassing, focusing instead on Marianna, who, despite her age, looked effortlessly e
CLARISSAI looked as beautiful as I possibly could, but the nerves twisting in my stomach refused to settle. This would be my first time meeting Jaime’s entire family at once, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that it mattered more than I wanted to admit.Why did he even want me there? Hope had said it was just a formality, but something about it didn’t sit right with me.Hope had been the one to help me pick out my dress, ensuring I looked both simple and elegant. As she put the final touches on my makeup, she stepped back to admire her work.“You look stunning,” she said, a proud smile on her face. Then, lowering her voice slightly, she added, “But have you met his mother? My aunt is the one you should look out for.”I frowned, tilting my head. “She was nice to me the first couple of times I saw her.”Hope gave a small shrug. “Things change. Just be prepared.”The comment did nothing to ease my nerves, but I nodded anyway.Not like his mother didn’t already know this whole thing was