Emily glanced at the clock above the bar as she stepped toward the door. The sky outside had turned pitch black, and the rain was still pouring heavily. It was only then she realized how long she had been sitting there, lost in her thoughts.
Adrian stood next to her, holding an umbrella he had just opened. His movements were calm and deliberate, as always. “You parked your car at your apartment?” he asked, his deep voice cutting through the soft background hum of the bar.
Emily nodded. “Yes.”
“Then let’s walk back,” he said simply. “I’ll go with you.”
She hesitated for a moment, but the thought of walking alone in the rain made her nod. “Okay.”
The two stepped out into the downpour, the umbrella shielding them from the worst of it. The streets glistened under the soft glow of the streetlights, and Emily felt the coolness of the night air against her skin. Adrian walked close beside her, their shoulders nearly touching beneath the umbrella.
She noticed how much of the umbrella’s coverage Adrian had given her. His broad shoulders were partially exposed, drops of rain darkening the fabric of his shirt. Her lips parted to say something, to tell him he didn’t need to do that, but just as the thought formed, she realized they were almost at her building. She decided to stay quiet.
When they reached her apartment, the lobby was dim, and Emily immediately noticed something was off. The space was crowded with people, murmurs filling the air. A security guard approached her and said apologetically, “Ma’am, we’re experiencing an emergency power outage. Our backup generator also seems to have failed. We’re working to resolve the issue, but it may not be fixed tonight.”
Emily stared at him, stunned. She had been looking forward to getting home and sinking into bed after such a draining day. Now, even that seemed impossible. Her shoulders sagged slightly as she wondered what to do.
Adrian’s calm voice broke through her thoughts. “You can stay at Lila’s. She’ll be happy to have you over.”
She blinked, looking up at him in surprise. “Lila?”
“Yes,” he said, his tone steady. “You should call her. She’ll want you there.”
Emily hesitated before pulling out her phone and calling Lila. As soon as she explained the situation, Lila’s cheerful voice came through. “Emily! Of course, come over. This is perfect. We can have a proper catch-up! Stay as long as you want.”
After hanging up, Emily sighed softly. “Alright,” she said, glancing at Adrian. “I’ll come.”
Adrian nodded and gestured back toward the street. “I’ll drive.”
The two of them walked back to the bar, where Adrian’s car was parked. When she slid into the passenger seat, Emily was struck by how spotless it was. The car had a faint, clean scent—refreshing and subtle. She adjusted her position slightly, reaching for the seat controls, but paused when she realized the seat was already perfectly adjusted to her frame. It was as if it had been made for her.
The thought startled her. Does Adrian often have someone sitting here? she wondered, though she quickly brushed it off. It wasn’t her place to care.
But before she could let the thought fade entirely, Adrian spoke, his voice breaking the silence. “This is the first time I’ve driven someone myself.”
She turned to him, startled. “What?”
Adrian’s gaze remained on the road as he continued, his tone casual yet precise. “I usually rely on a driver. But tonight, I thought I’d drive.”
Emily felt her cheeks warm, embarrassed by her earlier assumptions. “Thank you,” she said quietly.
“There’s no need to thank me,” Adrian replied, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Don’t be so formal. We’ve known each other for a long time, haven’t we?”
His words made her glance at him briefly, and for a moment, she caught his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the dashboard. His sharp jawline and focused expression were undeniably handsome, and the realization made her quickly look away.
When they arrived at Lila’s house, Emily was once again reminded of just how grand it was. The mansion was a sprawling estate, elegant and pristine. Lila’s parents had lived there with Adrian for years, but after they moved abroad and Adrian left to pursue his own ventures, Lila had been living there alone.
Lila opened the door with her usual bright smile. “Emily! Finally! You should stay for a while, and we can properly catch up. It’s been forever.”
Emily smiled faintly, grateful for Lila’s warmth, but before she could respond, Lila turned to Adrian. “What about you, Adrian? Are you staying here tonight too?”
Emily glanced at him, expecting a refusal. Adrian had always struck her as someone who preferred his solitude, someone who wouldn’t linger unless he had to. But to her surprise, Adrian nodded.
“I just got back to the country,” he said calmly. “I haven’t arranged a place to stay yet. I’ll stay here for now.”
Emily’s surprise must have shown on her face because Adrian’s gaze briefly flicked to her, a glimmer of something unreadable in his expression. And for the second time that night, she found herself unsettled by his presence in a way she couldn’t quite explain.
Emily and Lila chatted in the cozy living room for hours, catching up on everything they had missed over the past few months. Lila’s laughter filled the space, her light-hearted comments helping Emily momentarily forget the weight in her chest. Eventually, Lila yawned and excused herself to bed, leaving Emily alone in the quiet of the grand house.After a long day, Emily decided to take a shower, hoping it would help her relax. The warm water cascading over her skin was soothing, but it did little to ease the storm in her mind. As she stepped out and reached for her phone, a message from Mike lit up her screen.“You came to the office? Why didn’t you come in? Are you mad again? Stop being so childish, okay?”Emily stared at the text, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. But she didn’t reply. She locked the screen and set the phone down, leaning back against the cool wall. Her thoughts drifted back to the past two years with Mike. His family had always treated her well, welcoming he
Adrian excused himself and went upstairs to change. Emily sat in the dimly lit kitchen, swirling her tea absently as her thoughts raced. She could still feel the weight of their earlier conversation, the way Adrian’s calm, steady gaze seemed to quietly unravel all the worries she hadn’t even voiced aloud.When he returned, Adrian had changed into casual loungewear—a fitted black shirt and dark sweatpants that looked effortlessly elegant. His damp golden hair had been lightly tousled, and his steady presence filled the room once again as he walked over to the counter to pick up his tea.He noticed her shift her fingers slightly on the cup, as if the heat was bothering her. Without a word, he reached into a nearby drawer, pulled out a cup sleeve, and gently slid it over her mug. "Here," he said in his deep, measured voice. "Don’t burn yourself."Emily looked up at him, startled by the gesture. Under the dim kitchen light, with his relaxed posture and calm demeanor, he looked impossibly
Emily’s breath hitched, and her fingers tightened around the now-empty cup in her hands. Her eyes widened as she stared at Adrian, whose face remained composed and serious, the weight of his words still hanging in the air.Her thoughts raced wildly. This was her first time being proposed to, and it wasn’t in some romantic, expected setting—it was here, in a dimly lit kitchen, under circumstances she couldn’t have imagined. And the reason? To escape her entanglement with Mike.“Why?” she finally blurted out, her voice trembling. “No, Adrian, I know you want to help me, but you don’t need to go this far. Getting married like this—it’s too... casual.”Adrian tilted his head slightly, studying her reaction. Then, to her surprise, his lips curved into the faintest hint of a smile. “You’re right,” he said, his deep voice carrying a note of dry amusement. “Proposing to you in a kitchen with tea wasn’t exactly my finest moment. Next time, I’ll prepare a proper setting.”Emily blinked, fluster
Every time she closed her eyes,Adrian’s voice echoed in her mind. "Marry me,Emily." It wasn’t just the proposal that unsettled her—it was the quiet certainty in his tone,like he had already decided this was inevitable.And what was worse…a small,reckless part of her wasn’t entirely against the idea. She groaned and buried her face in the pillow.This is insane. Emily tossed and turned,but sleep refused to come.The weight of the day pressed heavily on her chest—the whispers outside Mike’s office,the way he looked at that woman,the sound of his colleagues laughing as they speculated about her. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She knew who it was before she even looked. Mike. For a moment,she debated ignoring it,but curiosity—or maybe old habits—got the best of her.She unlocked her phone and read his message. Mike:How long are you planning to sulk?You’ve been acting ridiculous all day.If you keep up this childish tantrum,maybe we should just end this. Emily stared at the
She grabbed her coffee and took a quick sip to cover her reaction.But it was too late—her entire face felt like it was on fire. "When we what?"she managed to say. Adrian remained perfectly calm,as if he hadn’t just casually mentioned marriage over breakfast. "When we get married,"he repeated,setting down his coffee cup with ease."I assume you’ll want to keep eating food like this." Emily stared at him,utterly thrown. He had said it so naturally,so certainly,as if their marriage was already a settled matter. "Adrian…"She swallowed,suddenly feeling restless."You can’t just—say things like that so casually." His gaze softened ever so slightly."You don’t have to be nervous,"he said smoothly."I’m not forcing you to decide anything right now." Emily opened her mouth,then closed it,unsure how to respond. He was so calm about it.So assured. As if he knew she would say yes eventually. She set
The distraction worked. Lila blinked,then let out an excited shriek. “Finally!” Emily flinched as Lila all but launched herself across the couch,grabbing Emily’s hands and shaking them with unfiltered glee.“Oh my God,Em,do you know how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Emily chuckled despite herself.“Gee,thanks.Love the support.” Lila waved a dismissive hand.“Oh,please.Mike was the worst.Self-absorbed,arrogant,and honestly?A total red flag parade.” Emily raised an eyebrow.“You didn’t say any of this before.” Lila huffed.“Because you were still with him!But believe me,I’ve been silently praying for this day.”She grinned,wiggling her eyebrows.“So tell me,what was the final straw?Did he finally propose to himself in a mirror?” Emily burst out laughing.“Close enough.” Lila sighed dreamily.“So,he’s officially out of the picture.Which means…”She wiggled her brows again.“You’re single.”
Letting out a slow breath.Then, she grabbed her phone from the table and turned it on for the first time that day.As the screen lit up, a notification from her calendar immediately popped up.Shareholder Meeting – A DesignsThursday | 10:00 AMHer thumb hovered over the notification for a moment before she exhaled and tapped out a message.Emily: I need to take a few days off. I won’t be attending the shareholder meeting.A moment later, a reply came through.Assistant: Understood. Should I reschedule any of your upcoming meetings?Emily hesitated for only a second before responding.Emily: No. Just handle things as needed. I’ll be unreachable for now.She wasn’t going back.Not to the company.Not to Mike.Not to any of it.For the first time in years, she had truly let go.And with that, she powered off her phone and tossed it onto the couch.For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel like she owed anyone an explanation. Emily spent most of the day in the quiet solitude
Adrian had just finished his meeting when he heard footsteps outside his study.He glanced up as Emily appeared in the doorway.For a moment, neither of them spoke.The setting sun bathed the room in amber light, casting long shadows across the polished wood floors.Then, Emily stepped inside.Adrian leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully. “Emily.”Her hands curled into fists at her sides, as if bracing herself.Then, with quiet determination, she met his gaze and said—"I’ll marry you."Silence.The kind that stretched thick in the air, wrapping around them like an invisible thread.Adrian’s expression didn’t change.Didn’t move.But his fingers—just barely—tightened against the armrest of his chair.Finally, after a long pause, he exhaled.And then, he said the only thing that mattered."Are you sure?"
She wanted to ask Adrian what style he liked—what kind of design he imagined wearing every day.But the question caught in her throat.What if he hadn’t meant it? And what if he’d just said that to pacify his mother?What if he didn’t care? That thought dropped into her stomach like a stone. Adrian’s mother stood from the sofa with a soft smile,announcing that she needed to rest and recover from jet lag.“Your father will arrive tonight,”she said,stretching slightly.“We’ll have dinner together,all of us.” Emily nodded and watched her disappear down the hall. She turned to go upstairs,already reaching for the railing—when Adrian’s voice stopped her. “Don’t you have something you want to ask me?” She paused,glancing back at him.“About the wedding rings?” He arched an eyebrow,as if amused by her hesitation.“Mm.&
Emily froze for a second, caught off guard by the question.Adrian’s mother had shifted her gaze—not just to Emily’s bare finger, but then to Adrian’s hand as well.No ring.Her eyes narrowed slightly. “You two got married and didn’t bother with rings?”Emily’s heart gave a faint stutter.In a flash, her mind flew back to that quiet little chapel, to the ring Adrian had handed her that day.She hadn’t even thought to bring it with her when she moved into his home. Maybe, deep down, she hadn’t wanted to pretend more than necessary. After all, this wasn’t real. It wasn’t supposed to be real.But now, under the scrutiny of Adrian’s mother, it felt like a glaring omission.Especially in a world like theirs—where a wedding ring wasn’t just a symbol of love, but a silent boundary, a social shield.Before she could scramble for an excuse, Adrian spoke up smoothly.“Emily’s designing our rings,” he said, tone calm and sure. “She’s putting a lot of thought into it. Once they’re ready, we’ll we
“I thought about it.”Adrian’s voice was low, his jaw tight. His gaze dropped for a second, shadowed with something unreadable.“But after five years…I still can’t watch her end up with someone else.” His mother’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly, but she said nothing. Not yet. Adrian exhaled, slow and steady.“It was at that summit in Geneva. I overheard Mike—bragging to someone about how, once they were married, he’d have Emily transfer all her shares to him. Said it was for her own good. So she could stay home, stop worrying about work.” He gave a bitter smile. “Like she was just some pretty accessory to keep on a shelf.” His mother’s silence deepened. There was no judgment in her face, only calculation—and perhaps, the faintest trace of sympathy. “I asked Lila,”Adrian continued,“and she told me they’d already argued over it. Emily didn’t want to give up her work, her independence. But Mike didn’t care.” His gaze lifted, sharp again. “There’s a saying in business—timing
The orgasm crashed through her like a riptide, wringing a broken cry from her throat. Adrian gentled her through it, his mouth softening but not stopping until she pushed weakly at his shoulders. As she floated back to awareness, she felt him press a kiss to her damp stomach before shifting up to gather her against his chest. Her cheek landed on his pounding heartbeat. Neither of them spoke for a long time. "Sleep,"he said, tucking the covers around them both. His voice was rough, his body still visibly aroused beneath the sheets, but his arms around her were firm. Emily traced idle patterns on his collarbone."What about you—" His fingers laced through hers, bringing her hand to his lips."This wasn't about me." The room had long since settled into a heavy hush, the air warm with the remnants of shared heat. Emily lay still, her head on his shoulder, but sleep didn’t come. She couldn’t stop thin
Emily lay on his side, the soft hush of the evening wrapping around the room. The shadows on the ceiling shifted gently as the breeze moved through the curtains. She hadn’t spoken in a while. Adrian, lying beside her, finally broke the silence. “You’re still awake,”he said quietly. Emily hesitated.“I’m just…thinking.” “About?” She turned her head slightly, catching the faint outline of his profile in the dim light.“Us,”she admitted, voice barely audible. For a beat, he didn’t respond. Then—“I see.” “I mean…”she searched for the words.“It’s just…things feel different now. We’re still pretending, but sometimes it doesn’t feel like pretending.” Adrian’s gaze remained steady, though his voice dropped just a touch.“It doesn’t feel like it to me either.” Her breath caught, her heartbeat fluttering in the silence that followed. Then he shifted slightly, reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from her cheek. His fingers lingered, soft and warm. She shifted sli
Emily returned from the bathroom with her damp hair tucked behind her ears, a towel draped loosely around her neck. When she stepped into the bedroom, she paused. The small breakfast table near the window had already been set. A silver tray held a bowl of warm congee, a few side dishes, and a cup of ginger tea, still steaming. Adrian was seated nearby, scrolling through his tablet with casual ease. She blinked, surprised.“You…set this up?” He looked up, his expression calm.“I asked the kitchen to bring it up.” Emily hesitated, then smiled faintly.“Thank you.” Adrian nodded. Then, as if remembering something, he added,“By the way, your phone rang while you were gone. I answered—it was someone named Claire? She said she’s from your design team.” Emily froze for a half-second, then relaxed and picked up her spoon.“Oh, Claire. She’s nice. Did she say anything?” Adrian leaned back slightly, watching her reaction—maybe expecting more. But when she stayed composed, he onl
The room was dark and quiet, save for the soft sound of Emily’s breathing. She had drifted into sleep, her body curled gently against Adrian, her cheek resting on his arm. He watched her for a long moment, her features softened by exhaustion and the glow of the moonlight.Carefully, he slid out from under her without waking her.He pulled the covers over her exposed shoulders, tucking them in with a tenderness that came from somewhere deep inside.Then he stepped out of the room, walking silently down the hall to his study. The city lights spilled in through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the sleek furniture.Adrian picked up his phone and dialed a number.The line clicked.“Mr. Blackwood,” came the voice on the other end. “Any further action on the A Design security breach?”Adrian’s voice was low, clipped. “Continue the investigation. I want a full report on every vulnerability. Especially the ones Mike tried to cover up.”There was a pause, then: “Understood. Should
With a quiet breath,Adrian shifted—his hands gliding down to the curve of her waist,then lower,lifting her gently but firmly into a new angle that made the world tilt with it. Emily gasped,her breath hitching as the sensation changed,intensified. Her hands clutched at the sheets,knuckles white with the effort to stay grounded,even as her body responded with a helpless urgency she couldn't contain. Each motion sent a ripple through her—low and aching,centered deep in her core,radiating outward like heat curling through her spine.Her lower belly tightened instinctively,muscles fluttering under the rhythm he set,as though every part of her was tuned only to him. She felt her lower abdomen pumping rhythmically. She could barely think.Could barely breathe. It wasn’t just the way he moved—it was the way he held her,the way he breathed her in,as if she were something he had longed for in silence and now finally held in both hands. Her name left his lips like a prayer—raw and
Her fingers clung to the sheets,her eyes fluttering closed as a soft moan escaped her lips,unbidden. It was as if her entire body had been lit from within,the warmth building and building until it crested—breaking over her like a tide she couldn’t stop,even if she tried. And she didn’t want to. The world blurred around her,sound fading,thought fading—everything reduced to the electric rush between heartbeats and breath. She barely registered the shift in his body until she felt it—his presence,closer now,heavier,his breathing rough against her skin.There was something unmistakably tense in his stillness,as if he were waiting,holding himself back with every ounce of control he had. Her eyes fluttered open,hazy and full of something she didn’t quite have a name for. Adrian’s gaze met hers—intense,searching. And without a word,he leaned in,brushing a kiss to her temple.His voice was barely audible,rough and strained. “Tell me to stop.” But she didn’t. She couldn’t.