Her mind kept replaying the moment from yesterday—the way Danielle’s hand had lingered by her face, his words lingering in the air long after he left. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was shifting between them, something she wasn’t sure she was ready to confront. She tried to push it aside, to focus on the tasks ahead, but it felt like the world was moving slower, and every little interaction with Danielle felt heavier.Papasok siya ng office nang may kaba sa dibdib. As soon as she stepped inside, she saw Danielle at his desk, deep in conversation with one of the other managers. It was hard not to notice the way he commanded attention, the way his presence seemed to fill the room even without him saying anything. Pero hindi siya pwedeng magpaka-obsessed dito.“Good morning, Ashley!” Chimed in the receptionist as she walked past, bringing her out of her spiraling thoughts."Morning," she said with a soft smile, doing her best to look professional and composed. Pero deep do
The moments between her and Danielle were becoming more frequent, and the lines were continuing to blur. She tried to focus on her work, but every time Danielle passed by her desk or spoke to her, there was an electricity in the air—something undeniably magnetic that she couldn’t shake.One late afternoon, as the office was winding down, Danielle stopped by her desk again. He wasn’t holding coffee this time, but the usual warmth in his gaze was present.“Ashley,” he began, and she looked up, instantly noticing the subtle change in his tone. “I’m heading out to a dinner meeting tonight. Would you be interested in coming along? It’s with a few clients, and I think it could be beneficial for you.”The invitation surprised her. Not because she wasn’t capable of handling the clients, but because it felt personal. He never asked her to go with him to such events before. It was always work-related, but this time, it seemed to carry a different weight.“Uh, sure,” she replied, her heart unexp
One late afternoon, as the office was winding down, Danielle stopped by her desk again. He wasn’t holding coffee this time, but the usual warmth in his gaze was present.“Ashley,” he began, and she looked up, instantly noticing the subtle change in his tone. “I’m heading out to a dinner meeting tonight. Would you be interested in coming along? It’s with a few clients, and I think it could be beneficial for you.”The invitation surprised her. Not because she wasn’t capable of handling the clients, but because it felt personal. He never asked her to go with him to such events before. It was always work-related, but this time, it seemed to carry a different weight.“Uh, sure,” she replied, her heart unexpectedly skipping a beat. “I’d love to. I could use the experience.”He nodded, his lips curving into a faint smile. “Great. I’ll have the details sent to you later.”As he turned to leave, their eyes locked for a brief moment, and the tension between them thickened. There was something m
The next day arrived like a silent storm, as Ashley walked into the office with her mind buzzing with the remnants of last night’s thoughts. The weight of her growing feelings for Danielle pressed down on her chest, a quiet tension that she had no idea how to deal with. She tried her best to appear focused, even though her thoughts kept drifting back to their last conversation, their shared moments, the way he had looked at her... all of it felt like it was leading somewhere she wasn't sure she was ready to go.As soon as she walked in, she saw Danielle, standing near the conference table, reviewing some papers. He was focused, his brow furrowed in that serious, authoritative way she had grown accustomed to—but this time, something was different. There was an openness in his posture, a slight curve to his lips that made him look... less untouchable, more human."Ashley," he greeted, his voice as calm as ever but with a hint of something softer buried beneath. "Good morning. How’s the
Ashley adjusted the strap of her sling bag as she stepped into the open garden venue. Fairy lights dangled from tree to tree, casting a warm, dreamy glow over the crowd. It was the Jimenez Corporation's annual charity gala—usually something the upper management attended, but this year, Danielle had personally invited Ashley to help coordinate a few creative logistics. It was an unusual move, and she couldn’t deny the flutter in her chest when she got that email.She wore a simple yet elegant beige jumpsuit, flowy enough to be comfortable but still professional. As she scanned the venue, checking the catering tables and the welcome booth, she caught glimpses of executives mingling, the occasional clinking of champagne glasses, and soft jazz playing in the background.And then she saw him.Danielle.In a charcoal grey suit that fit too perfectly, casually holding a drink, chatting with a few board members. He looked every bit the composed CEO—but when his eyes landed on her, there was a
The office was already alive with the usual Monday energy: the rhythmic clacking of keyboards, the low hum of conversation, and the scent of burnt toast from the pantry someone clearly left too long in the microwave.Ashley clutched her tumbler of coffee tighter than necessary as she walked briskly to her desk, pretending—insisting—to herself that everything was normal.This is fine. We’re fine. We’re professionals. It was just one intense moment. That’s it.She sat down and forced herself to open her laptop like her heart wasn’t still beating out of rhythm. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard longer than they should have, as if typing an email would somehow reset her brain.But then, she heard it.That voice.“Good morning, Ashley.”She looked up—too quickly, too instinctively—and there he was. Danielle, in a sharp charcoal suit, looking every bit the composed executive, but his eyes… those eyes. They flickered when they met hers, like they were both remembering the exact same mome
Ashley thought she could handle it.After everything that happened the other night—the lingering eye contact, the way Danielle's voice had softened just for her, the moment that hung between them like an unanswered question—she convinced herself she could go back to normal. Act cool. Professional. Detached.But of course, that was easier said than done.The next morning, Ashley arrived early at the office, more out of anxiety than dedication. Her heart skipped a beat every time she heard footsteps approaching, hoping and dreading at the same time that it might be him. She wore a crisp white blouse, her makeup minimal but fresh, trying to project calm confidence.Nothing happened, she reminded herself. It was just a moment. Just heat-of-the-moment intensity. You’re imagining things.And yet, when Danielle walked in—late, looking slightly disheveled but still composed in that frustratingly attractive way—her breath caught in her throat.Their eyes met.It was only for a second, but some
Ashley sat at her desk the following morning, eyes glued to her monitor, but her mind… elsewhere. She was trying—really trying—to look like everything was normal. Like she didn’t almost kiss her boss last night. Like Danielle didn’t look at her like that. Like her heartbeat didn’t skip three beats whenever she remembered the way his hand lingered on hers.But today, she was all about professionalism. Corporate girlie muna, wala munang landi. She even wore her most neutral blouse—light gray, not even a hint of pink. Her hair was in a tight bun, as if to keep her thoughts from straying.“Coffee?” Des appeared beside her with a steaming cup, smirking knowingly. “Kulang ka sa tulog, girl. You okay?”Ashley accepted the cup and took a grateful sip. “Thanks, Des. Yeah, okay lang. Just… alam mo na, work.”“Work ba talaga o si Sir Danielle na?” Des teased, raising an eyebrow.Ashley shot her a warning look. “Shhh! Hindi puwede dito ‘yan.”Des laughed softly, walking away with a wink. “Fine. P
The scent of brewing coffee filled Danielle’s condo, warm and rich, like the comfort of a quiet Sunday morning. Ashley was curled up on the couch, Danielle’s oversized hoodie swallowing her frame as she held a steaming mug close to her lips. The rain had returned—gentle this time, a rhythmic tapping against the windows, not unlike the pace they had chosen for themselves.“Ang tahimik mo,” Danielle murmured, settling beside her. She reached for Ashley’s free hand, her thumb drawing slow, soothing circles on her skin.Ashley smiled, eyes soft. “Masarap lang yung moment. Parang... finally, wala tayong kailangang patunayan.”Danielle leaned in, resting her head on Ashley’s shoulder. “Minsan iniisip ko, what if I met you earlier? Sa panahon na mas buo pa ako.”Ashley turned to her, their foreheads nearly touching. “If we met earlier, baka hindi pa ako handang tanggapin ka. Or baka ikaw yung di pa handang mahalin ako.”Danielle let out a quiet laugh, almost a sigh. “Ang dami nating pinagdaa
The next few days after Danielle broke down in Ashley’s arms felt quieter—more fragile. They moved around each other with an unspoken gentleness, as though both were trying not to disturb the raw vulnerability that had been laid bare that night.Danielle started coming home earlier, though her mind often remained elsewhere. Ashley, for her part, gave her space while being present in all the small ways—brewing her favorite tea without being asked, quietly folding Danielle’s laundry while she worked late in the study, even leaving little notes on her desk that read “I believe in you.”But silence had a way of stretching between them, especially when truths remained unspoken.One evening, as they sat on opposite ends of the couch watching a movie neither of them was really paying attention to, Ashley finally broke the silence.“Have you thought about what you said?” she asked quietly, her eyes fixed on the flickering screen. “About not knowing who you are outside of work?”Danielle pause
Weeks had passed since that pivotal conversation on the balcony, and life had returned to a semblance of normalcy. Ashley and Danielle had settled into a routine that balanced their work and personal lives more smoothly. However, the challenges of their respective careers continued to linger over them, sometimes creating subtle tension, sometimes stirring up old fears.It was a typical Monday, and both women were consumed with work. The office had been a whirlwind of activity since Danielle had taken on a more hands-on leadership role. There had been new projects, deadlines, and countless meetings. Meanwhile, Ashley was becoming more involved in a major client proposal, one that required long hours and quick thinking.That evening, as Ashley arrived home after a particularly grueling day, she was met with an unexpected silence. Usually, Danielle would be in the living room or kitchen, but tonight, the apartment felt eerily quiet."Danielle?" Ashley called out, setting her bag down by
It had been two months since that pivotal conversation on the balcony. Things between Ashley and Danielle had settled into a comfortable rhythm, yet the undercurrent of tension still lingered at times, especially with the demands of work continuously testing their bond. Danielle had made strides in learning to balance her career with her personal life, but as always, there was an ever-present fear of letting one thing slip while the other demanded attention.One evening, after a particularly long workday, Danielle arrived home late, her shoulders slumped under the weight of another exhausting meeting. The apartment was quiet, the soft glow of the living room lights casting long shadows on the walls. Ashley was in the kitchen, humming softly to herself, clearly in the middle of preparing dinner. It was a small act of care that never went unnoticed by Danielle.As she kicked off her shoes, Danielle leaned against the doorway, watching Ashley move around the kitchen with ease. There was
The following weeks were a delicate dance between emotional breakthroughs and stumbles, as both Danielle and Ashley tried to navigate the tightrope between their professional responsibilities and personal lives. Despite their best efforts to be present for each other, there were days when the weight of the world seemed too heavy to bear. And for Danielle, there were moments when the pull of her career was stronger than anything else.One particular evening, Ashley and Danielle were sitting in the cozy living room of their shared apartment, the gentle hum of the city outside filtering through the window. It had been a rare, quiet evening with no work calls, no urgent deadlines. It was one of the first times in a while that they were able to relax and just be. But even then, the silence between them felt charged, as though there was more unsaid than spoken.Ashley glanced over at Danielle, who had her eyes fixed on her phone. Her fingers were poised above the screen, but there was a hes
The months continued to slip by as Danielle and Ashley learned to balance their personal and professional lives. The bond between them deepened, but so did the complexity of their individual worlds. While they had managed to navigate the growing intimacy between them, new pressures were beginning to mount. Both in their careers and in their personal lives, the weight of responsibility was starting to feel heavier. Yet, despite the challenges, they held onto each other, their connection stronger than ever.One evening, as they sat together on their couch, Ashley felt the weight of the future pressing in on her. She had always been an optimist, someone who believed in the possibilities of tomorrow, but lately, uncertainty had crept into her mind. It wasn’t about her feelings for Danielle—those were as strong as ever—but the unknowns that surrounded them. She had been asking herself if they were truly ready to take the next step, if they could build a life together beyond the walls of th
Months passed, and what had started as a tentative relationship filled with uncertainty and challenges had blossomed into something strong and undeniable. Danielle and Ashley had settled into a comfortable rhythm, their lives intertwined in ways they hadn’t initially expected. They shared not just their days but their dreams, their fears, and even the mundane moments that made up their daily lives.However, despite the strength of their bond, something new had begun to creep into their lives. The initial excitement of a new relationship had settled into a comfortable routine, but with it came the pressures of long-term commitment. Both of them had grown in different ways—Ashley, learning to assert herself more, both at work and in her personal life, and Danielle, discovering that opening up didn’t have to mean losing control. But now, the question was: what next?One evening, after a particularly exhausting day at work, Ashley sat on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The soft gl
Weeks passed since the deal had been finalized, and the weight that had been hanging over Danielle seemed to lift, piece by piece. The office was calmer, the tension that had once plagued every meeting now replaced by a renewed sense of purpose. And in the midst of all the changes, something had shifted in their relationship too. What started as a slow-burn connection, with their emotional intimacy growing steadily over time, had now blossomed into something that felt more solid, more grounded.Ashley had seen Danielle in her highest moments and her lowest, and in return, Danielle had seen Ashley's unwavering support, her quiet strength that was never flashy but always present. They had come to realize that their relationship wasn’t just about passion or chemistry. It was built on trust, on learning to let go of control, and on the simple act of being there for each other, no matter how messy life got.One evening, as the last remnants of the setting sun bathed the apartment in soft,
The days after the call about the project fell into a rhythm of long hours, tense meetings, and constant follow-ups. Danielle poured herself into the work, her mind never straying far from the looming crisis. Every conversation, every email, every client interaction seemed to deepen her sense of responsibility. Ashley could see the toll it was taking—her usually calm and composed girlfriend was now walking around with the weight of the world on her shoulders.The office was buzzing with the stress of it all, but Danielle’s team was working tirelessly, doing everything they could to salvage the deal. Still, the air felt heavy, the pressure suffocating.But despite all of this, Danielle never pulled away from Ashley. If anything, her need for comfort grew. After each stressful day, she found herself leaning on Ashley, seeking her reassurance, her calming presence. Ashley never hesitated to give it. She understood now more than ever that sometimes, all you needed was someone who believed