"You see, I needed to see you," he admitted, his voice tremulous but real. "I just couldn't stop thinking about you after today the elevator, the seminar... the whole work."That just didn't do it for me; it simply didn't account for his drinking, the emotional wreck he was obviously, and the fact that he had barged again into my life without so much as an advance warning.“It doesn’t explain the drinking,” I said, narrowing my eyes and focusing on him closely.Grant; he raked a hand through his hair, his usual composure slipping away with each passing second. He looked exhausted, emotionally drained. “Could say I thought it would make things easier,” he murmured, the voice almost unhearable. “Less terrifying to face you. Less terrifying to admit how badly I’ve screwed up.”On a slow exhale, I took a deep breath, eyes narrowing. This was where I could give in completely to raw anger and fury, only his expression turned me away from that. I had no desire to go vulnerable again. I would
The reminder all these words gave was that for the window frames I would have to move my distance. I couldn’t afford to let myself unravel again. Not now. Quickly scurrying out of the shower, I started rifling through my suitcase. Because the seminar was high profile and either made or broke reputations, I strapped up my luck and took out a fitted emerald green dress; nothing but room for complete contouring. It had a conservative neckline and long sleeves; the perfect middle ground between professional and polished. Black-heeled shoes and simple gold jewelry would make it up nicely, and that would be the required look-to project confidence. Let some soft waves linger around my face and hope they impart to me an air of some control. By this time, I should be a tad more like myself by finishing getting dressed. More composed, yet more confident and prepared to face the day ahead. But my polished outside can't shake the gnawing feeling deep inside the pit of my stomach. While zipp
A huge hall was alive with excitement, buzzing with electrical anticipation as the seminar was peaking. The host spoke into the air, reverberating all over the place to capture the attention of the people filling the seats. But my mind was far away from the oratory speeches or the discussions. Damien's cryptic warnings echoed from my head, a constant shadow over this day. "And now, ladies and gentlemen," announced the exuberant host, "please welcome a pioneer in innovation and leadership, Mr. Grant Wells!" Thunderous applause erupted and swept through the hall like a tidal wave, loud and energetic. It was deafening, but I hardly noticed. It made my stomach churn to see Grant rise from his seat in the front. He moved with an effortless grace, his navy-blue suit impeccably tailored, accentuating his broad shoulders and commanding presence. He adjusted his tie with practiced ease, flashing a polite smile at the applauding crowd. The spotlight followed him as he ascended the stage - th
The crowd buzzed with interest, enthusiastic murmurs sifting through the hall. People shuffled in their chairs, looking sideways at each other, excitement in that kind of glow sparked by the suggestion of something huge and social taking place."Formal attire is encouraged," added the host with a wink as his smile turned infectious, "and don't forget to bring a guest." Let's make it a night to remember! A curious dread stirred deep within me. I had not expected there to be a party, much less conceptualized spending an evening at such a high-profile venue with very random strangers. A gala was not exactly my idea of how to have fun. Mingling with people, almost all of them dressed to the nines, and chatting about the most superficial things was really just leaving me out of place. I hastily gathered my things: phone, notebook, everything that I could stuff inside my bag, ready to sneak away quickly before the big event was forced upon me. In other words, I had no intention of attendi
At last the meeting was over, but I carried with me an unshakable feral gnawing in my breast. No more thoughts of how large or small the numbers look in the firm, snazzy strategies or plans discussed at the conference for hours. I'm consumed by her.Lena. I pushed my chair from the conference table with an iceberg's weight of irritation coursing through me like an electric wire. I kept going back to holding her as Grant at the seminar. I hated the idea of him being tall, charming, smooth, hovering too close to her. She was mine. I don’t share. Yet here I am, thousands of miles away.And I could still hear the sharpness in her voice when we spoke earlier today, when I asked her if Grant was with her. The response had come so quickly it had seemed too fast. No. But there had been something in the way she said it, something that made the words feel unconvincing, as if she wasn't really sure about it. I didn't like it.Then Claire entered the office, carrying a tablet in her slightly pa
Lena's Pov With that, I faced the nightstand, my heart racing at the buzz. Damien. His name boldly flashed across the screen. My hesitation came. Another familiar swirl of guilt and disappointment washed over me.I don't want to hear any more accusations from him, this is paranoia with regards to Grant in his head. But the slight tug of desire to hear his voice even for a moment ground me.I let it ring once again before picking up."Damien," I said, my voice quieter than I meant it to be. "Lena," he breathed, relief flooding his tone. "Thank God. I've been trying to reach you all day." "Busy," I explained while looking towards the dress hanging on the door. "And with Grant?" he demanded, his voice now laced with an edge that made my insides curl. "It's work, Damien," I said, trying to sound firm. "I told you that." "I don't care what you've told me," he said angrily. "You don't know what he's capable of. You are walking into something dangerous, and if you don't know it, well,
Lena's PovAs the night went on, I was becoming more and more ornery. The merriment felt hollow, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I really wasn't part of it."I want a little fresh air," I said softly to Grant as we stood by the bar.He frowned, his eyes showing concern for her. "Do you want me to go with you?"I shook my head. "No, I will be fine. I just need a moment."He hesitated, then nodded. "Just don't go too far."I slipped outside onto the terrace, feeling grateful for the cool night air. The city spread before me: a glimmering ocean of twinkling lights that seemed to stretch on forever.I leaned against the railing with my eyes shut and taking deep breaths. The far away sounds of the party faded away into distinct silence meant the company of my thoughts. "Already running away?" The voice startled me, and I turned to see Damien standing, a few feet away. My heart skipped a beat. "What are you doing here?" I demanded, my voice sharper than I aimed it to be. He steppe
Lena's povThe room was silent and it enveloped me like a heavy cloak. I took a shaky breath and paced back to the window, the city lights below no longer illuminated simply blurring with tears pooling in my eyes. Damien's voice echoed in my mind."What do you really want?"It had been a simple question, yet I could not answer that. Not really. So concerned had I been keeping the peace trying to sail through the storm created by these two men that I never took the time to really introspect my own desires.Actually, I was afraid. Afraid regarding which I should pick. Afraid of hurting somebody. Afraid of being wrong about what they really were.I pressed my forehead into the cool glass and shut my eyes, allowing the tears to flow.Another soft knock brought me from thought. For a moment, I thought it was Grant coming back to check on me. But when I opened the door, it wasn't the case but I found a hotel staff member standing there with an envelope in hand. "This is for you, miss," she
Grants PovI, too, stood up and walked closer. "You think it's easy for me? That I don't feel every damn day the weight of what we've conjured up?"She turned to face me and her eyes were welling up with tears which she didn't let fall. "Then why are you still here, Grant? Why can't you let me go?"The question cut deeper than I was willing to admit. I raked my hand through my hair; the frustration and pain were starting to overwhelm me. "Because I can't," I said finally, barely above a whisper.Her breath stuttered, and I thought I caught a flicker of some hope? Doubt? I'm not sure in her eyes. But then she steeled herself, her features hardening. "This partnership needs to end," she said with all firmness. "For both our sakes.”I stepped up to her, gazing right at her. "You really think that severing our partnership is going to erase me from your life? From your heart?"She flinched but didn't withdraw. "This isn't about erasure. It's giving space for healing."I laughed bitterly a
Grant's POV After all, the drive to Lena's company did feel longer than it should have. Perhaps it was the tension tightening the shoulders or the whirling thoughts taking flight in my head, but it stretched endlessly as I held the steering wheel, knuckles white. The city buzzed around and went on without knowing the storm that was breaking under. Each block drew another step closer to her office that day, a reminder of the confrontation ahead.I had spent the entire night replaying the decision to come here, wondering if it was the right one. Part of me knew it wasn’t about the partnership or the company, this was about seeing her. About facing what we left unsaid.Ahead loomed the sleek glass facade of her corporate headquarters, modern design mirroring the morning sunlight. I rolled into the parking garage, my engine reverberating against the concrete walls. I parked near the elevator to compose myself for a moment before stepping out.The lobby was pristine, the type of space des
Gants POV It was warm and golden in the dining room; a chandelier threw its warm light across the polished mahogany table. The vast expanse of it was excessive for just three placed settings as it had always been-opulent, formal, and cold, like the house itself.As I stepped into the dining room, all eyes fell on me. Sitting with a glass of red wine, poised yet again, she was Cassidy. Blonde hair lit up by light framed delicate features, and the smile, that turned out to be a sunny one upon seeing me, was shown. The same smile she used to have when she used to disarm me, but this time, it got on my nerves."You just made it," my mother said as she walked in from the other side of the great room. She gestures toward the seat laden across from Cassidy. I didn't sit down. Instead, I stood, arms crossed, at the head of the table, surveying the scene with irritation and exhaustion. "I thought Cassidy was going to leave."The smile on Cassidy's face faltered momentarily but was back on ag
Grant's POVTo begin with, at this hour, the hotel lobby seemed pretty quiet; one could hardly hear the hustle and bustle typical of a morning. Following some steps back was my assistant, Elliot, who seemed so much tied to his clipboard. All this was like a heavy weight in my chest, matching the tension in my stride, each step leading away from Lena. I did not turn back into the room, no turning around on the memories, and certainly not even to the ache I was doing everything I could to suppress.Elliot swayed slightly above the entrance before he spoke, aware that he shouldn't be much of a bother with his voice taking caution. "Are you sure you do not want to bid Lena goodbye?"I clenched my jaws tighter, the question rattling more than I would want to let on. My fingers creaked the leather handle of my suitcase under the weight of pressure. "What's the point?" I said gruffly without looking at him. "It's done. She has made her decision." Elliot took offense and held up his pace fo
Lena's POVI stood on the curb clutching my bag handles tightly and watching the morning sun ignite a golden hue all over the city. Beside me stood Damien, tall and composed, though he was scanning my face as if searching for some treasure that, honestly, I don't think I could ever give him. He had a steady bearing; a kind of quiet observer with a mind as sharp as possible with a knack for problem-solving. But this one, he couldn't solve no matter how badly he wanted to."Lena," Damien started, his voice low and steady. "You don't have to do this at all. Walk away for now, sure. But running away entirely? That's not you."He tilted his head so that I could meet his stare. My heart ached with all that concern etched into his features. Damien was my rock in everything, yet he couldn't understand the weight of my decision. It was not merely about leaving Grant; it was about everything I had previously attached to my identity."Running away isn't what I'm doing, Damien," I said softly, th
Lena's POV Oh, great unbelievable silence that is thick and suffocating, under our broad and stretching between us. I could feel the warmth of his gaze on me, the desperate creeping into all of his movements, touching my hand again, but I pulled it away before he could have. ""Lena," he breathed, his voice barely audible now, emotions raw. "I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted this. Please, don't do this."My silent refusal matched the tears bubbling within me. This was the kind of thing I hated. That it had come to be like this. But there was no denying the reality. Everything he did-everything that I had come to learn about him-had put me in a different set-up. Changed me as an individual from viewing him, from viewing myself, too."Grant, I can't live all my life in the shadows, wondering if what people say is not true. I deserve more; I deserve the truth, and I deserve someone who can be honest to me, someone who will not keep secrets.”His face twisted in pain, and for a
Lena's POV "I can’t keep living in the shadows, Grant. I can’t keep wondering if everything I’ve been told is a lie. I deserve more than that. I deserve the truth, and I deserve someone who can be honest with me, someone who doesn’t keep secrets."His face twisted in pain and for a moment seemed so vulnerable to me, so broken, that I was almost tempted to lower my defenses. Almost. But the strength I had found in myself during the last few days, the clarity that had come in learning to see the truth for what it was, held me firm. I couldn't let him back in. There was no basis to what we had created: everything was built on the flimsy foundation of half-truths and lies. Not when the price of trusting him again would cost me my peace of mind, dignity, and self-respect."I'm sorry, Grant," I whispered, almost choking with all the emotion floating between us. "But this is it."Grant was standing there, frozen, and the weight of my words was now sinking into him like stones being let down
Lena's POV I stared at him, trying to decode what he might mean. There was something in that voice, something raw that I had never heard before. As if he was breaking the walls which always kept me at a distance. But at the same time, that thought did not vanish from the chest."I am not asking for immediate forgiveness," he continued. "Though I want you to know that for everything I did, all has been for us. For you. For this." He gestured between us, his hand trembling slightly. "I never intended to harm you. I swear."For one moment, everything that I could do was stand and look at him, trying to read his expression. His sincerity seemed real as it was dissected into parts, but that in no way kept him from hiding something. The gap between his words and those documents in my hand was too wide to be bridged just by an apology."I don't know what to believe anymore," I murmured, the words escaping before I could stop them. "I don't think I can trust you anymore."Grant's face crumpl
Lena's POV The truth had already started unwinding. The pieces of the puzzle were scattered and despite my good attempts to fix them, they did not fit in a way that made sense.By the time I reached my apartment, it felt as though the weight of the folder was sheer unbearable, as if the papers inside really pressed down on me with the force of all the things I had avoided. I placed it on the kitchen counter, but even now, it was as if it was still in my hands, the aura of its presence lingering in the air around me taunting me with the decisions that I had to make.I paced, trying to clear my mind, but the thoughts came faster now. What had Grant been hiding? What was he really capable of? And Damien… Could I trust him? Could he really be the one to expose Grant for who he truly was, or was he just using my vulnerability to get what he wanted?Frustration built as I ran a hand through my hair. Obviously, the evidence Damien had given me would not be something ignore-worthy. Irrespect