"Sherman...Sherman Colton," I managed to mutter, my voice quivering from a combination of exhaustion and worry. The name surfaced from the depths of my consciousness, unexpected yet purposeful. As I felt my awareness fade, a lingering feeling of unease settled within me. I didn't just say that name in response to a question; it was more like a desperate plea, a fragment of worry for the man whose image and reputation I was afraid I had ruined in the chaotic events that had taken place. As I surrendered to the embrace of unconsciousness, a deep uncertainty gripped my soul, unsure if I would ever wake up to the light of another day. I whispered, "Mr.Colton, I didn't break your trust." ........................................................................... Within the luxurious Elite Oaks Resort, Zara Tahel, the unassuming housekeeper, found herself thrust into a passionate whirlwind of destiny. Her heartache led her to cancel her wedding when she uncovered her lover's affair with his superior. Little did she know, her life was about to take a captivating turn. In her bridal gown's elegance, Zara collided with Sherman Colton, the charismatic CEO of the resort. Their encounter was electric, sparking a photograph that set the world buzzing with intrigue. But their chemistry was undeniable, a passionate connection that smoldered. Sherman offered an arrangement, one fraught with desire and hidden longing. As their worlds intertwined, the question hung in the air: Was their deal just a façade to protect his reputation, or had a deep, secret attraction ignited since that unforgettable moment? Amidst moonlit nights and stolen moments at Elite Oaks Resort, Zara and Sherman embarked on a passionate journey, testing the limits of love and desire. Their hearts danced to a melody of fervent ardor, setting their worlds ablaze with irresistible chemistry.
View MoreAs the hours stretched into days, strength began to seep back into my weary body. Each passing moment brought me closer to recovery, yet my mind remained plagued by a persistent question. What could have been so urgent that it had compelled Mr. Colton to leave my side abruptly? The absence of Mr.Colton's comforting presence intensified. The hushed whispers of nurses and occasional beep of medical equipment now seemed eerily quiet. I felt lonely. His sudden departure, followed by a call, left me vulnerable and uncertain. Three days had passed since he whispered words of reassurance, promising to return, yet my understanding of his situation allowed me to hold my impatience at bay. He was no ordinary man, a formidable business tycoon burdened with a multitude of weighty responsibilities, undoubtedly had more imperative matters to attend to.I felt reassured, knowing that my safety was important to him. Two vigilant guards stationed in front of my door by him demonstrated his unwaverin
I was on the verge of being swallowed by theocean of painfulrecollections. In that moment of raw vulnerability, Mr. Colton's mere presence became my saving grace, a lifeline that beckoned me to relinquishthe weight of my long-standing torment."Mr. Colton," I began, my voice quivering like a leaf in the wind, "there's something I need to show you." I reached beneath my pillows, retrieving the threatening note from Arlo that I had hidden beneath my pillows.I handed it out to Mr.Colton. His gaze shifted from me to the note as he accepted it, his expression becoming more solemn.The veins on the side of his forehead throbbed noticeably, and his jaw clenched with noticeable anxiousness. His eye was fixed on the message scrawled across the page. "Is this message from Arlo?" he questioned, his face flushed with rage.As Mr.Colton took his name, I was utterly caught off guard. I had no inkling of how much or how little Mr. Colton w
The circumstances of our prior meetings could not have been more dissimilar. The first time he saw me, I was a chaotic mess, draped in a bridal gown, my hair knotted, and my senses muddled by alcohol. It was a humiliating and vulnerable memory, a lapse in judgment that tormented my soul.Now, as he looked at me in the hospital room, I was a very different person from the one he had met on the first night. I was dressed in a plain hospital gown, and my face exhibited the scars of the chaos that had engulfed my life. The plaster cast on my foot was a constant visual reminder of the consequences of my choices.Each encounters an unpredictable nature of fate.Our silence created palpable tension in the air between us as if the surroundings held their breath. Unspoken words unresolved emotions, stretched between us like an invisible barrier.We both were like two souls locked in a delicate dance of avoidance and longing. I was exposed before him in a sta
As the first rays of sunlight peeked through the delicate fabric of the curtains, a warm and gentle glow began to fill the hospital room. As the haze of unconsciousness began to dissipate, I found myself gradually reawakening to a world of sensations.The first thing that caught my attention was a throbbing, relentless ache arising from my broken ankle, a painful remembrance of the injury I had sustained. It seemed as though every movement, every shift of my body, only served to intensify the discomfort. But that was not all. There was another lingering discomfort, a dull twinge that resonated from the depths of my foot. It reminded me of the bullet that had found its way into my flesh, requiring a surgical intervention to remove it. Though the physical evidence of the bullet's presence was gone, its recollection lingered, embedded into my consciousness like a haunting ghost.As I lay there, my mind slowly piecing together the fragments of my surroundings, I couldn't h
As the loud gunshot punctured through the air behind me, my ears were immediately hit by an explosion of ringing, drowning out every other sound around me. Panic held me, sending tingling sensations down my body, as I felt myself being pulled into a trance-like state, unable to grasp onto reality. I wasn't sure if the bullet had penetrated through my flesh.My beating heart hammered relentlessly, its chaotic beats echoing in my ears as if it were frantically trying to flee from the confines of my rib cage. Blood surged through my veins, a stream of crimson outrage, causing my blood pressure to rise alarmingly.With every labored breath, I gasped for air, my lungs struggling against an invisible smothering heaviness that settled upon my chest.Fear gripped me like a vice, and I knew that every second counted. Deep desperation fueled my every step as I burst forth onto the bustling city street.Arlo was hiding in the shadows of the alley, his eyes burning w
As he dragged me into the alley devoid of afternoon sunlight, the reality around me seemed to dissolve into a frenetic whirlwind of confusion and chaos. My heart thumped in my chest, its rhythm matching the frantic pace of my thoughts. What had happened? How had everything spiraled into such disarray?I tried to make sense of the madness that enveloped me, desperately searching for any semblance of order. The more I tried to grasp at the fragments of my surroundings, the more his grip tightened around my wrist. We ventured deeper into the labyrinthine alleyway, deep into the thick shroud of darkness. The air was heavy with an unsettling stillness.It was in this eerie setting that my eyes fell upon a face that sent a shiver down my spine—a face I had desperately hoped never to encounter again. It was Arlo.His presence was a terrible apparition from my past, a lurking darkness that threatened to engulf everything I had tried so hard to leave behind.
As I meticulously applied the final strokes of makeup to my appearance, a faint tremor coursed through my hands, abandoning my attempts to steady them. I stood before the mirror; the reflection staring back was a vision of elegance and allure.The crimson-red dress, with its rich hue, embraced my figure with a compelling embrace as if it were a part of me. It clung to my every curve, bringing out my feminine form in a way that was both empowering and seductive. The fabric whispered against my skin; at that moment, I felt like a goddess, ready to conquer the world with my undeniable presence. The scene before me stood in direct opposition to the turbulent emotions swirling within me. I breathed in deeply, trembling, trying to regain control. I felt different from how I appeared.Nervously waiting in the opulent sterling suite, the weight of anticipation laid heavy upon my shoulders. The pivotal moment, the one that would determine the course of my future, was fast approaching.I glance
Descending the staircase, I felt uneasy, my mind consumed by worry for Mrs. Cha. My concern lingered over whether or not she was aware of what had taken place the previous night. Perhaps she knew and was too frightened to come back to the suite to get me.All I wanted was to give her a hug and make sure she was doing okay. I gently pushed open the door to the housekeeping chamber. No one was around; apparently, Mrs.Cha had gone home after her shift to tend to her ailing husband.I took my bag and rummaged through it, looking for my phone.My phone screen was flooded with a staggering 52 missed calls and several messages, the majority of them from none other than Arlo. It was unthinkable for me to have a civil conversation with him after catching him cheating on me last night.The silence in the room was broken by the shrill ring of my phone. I glanced at the screen and saw the name "Arlo" flashing back at me. I hesitated, my finger hovering over the word "decline" on the screen as the
As the lawyer entered the suite, Winston escorted him towards us. The lawyer extended his greetings to both Mr. Colton and me and settled into the chair positioned between us. He pulled out a handful of papers from his sleek leather bag and handed them over to Mr. Colton.Mr. Colton immediately conducted a thorough review of the documents.As the lawyer eloquently delineated a number of crucial clauses, Mr. Colton and I couldn't resist stealing fleeting glances from the corners of our eyes.As I sat there, trying to focus on every word the lawyer spoke, I couldn't help but notice Mr.Colton's thoughtful gestures. Every now and then, he would refill my plate with delectables. I was unable to resist feeling a connection, a silent understanding that transcended all confines between us.I was struggling to contain the radiant smile that graced my lips. His sweet little gestures, so tender and thoughtful, had the power to ignite a symphony of emotions within me. I was drawn by his charm and
In Twilight moments of wakefulness and sleep, I took a deep breath and could smell the soft aroma of lemon blossom and neroli lingering in the suite, crisp ivory white percale weave sheets underneath my body felt like fluffy clouds, and oh the plump pillows rubbing my cheeks. Sun setting on the horizon and rays cascading through the large balcony sliding doors cast an inviting glow to the room that took away the weariness.I glanced around the immaculate, cream-colored Sterling Suite; this is the finest, most costly accommodation on the Dorian coast. This is more than my six-month income for one night, but it's money well spent. If only I had mastered the art of saving money and adhering to a budget, both of which I have yet to master at the ripe old age of 30.For now, I can at least waltz around the master bedroom pretending to be the sophisticated, cultured lady I can never be, or I can get my job done and not get fired on the last day of work. Twenty minutes per room to run around...
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