Cassie’s POV
Tears poured down my cheek as I walked out of his office. His voice was calling me from behind, but I did not stop. Instead, I walked into the files room to escape from the scrutinizing glances of everyone.
I could not believe what I just saw. Liza was Enzo’s girlfriend. Why was I not told this before? Why did Enzo keep this from me? If I knew about his past with my sister, I never would have made the mistake of kissing him.
Much to my dismay, Enzo entered the room right after me. I groaned as I looked at him.
“Enzo, please leave me alone!” I said as I covered my face.
“Cassie. Listen to me!”
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“The new boss is your sister?” Emma and Mark said in unison.“Sh! Quiet!” I said, looking around the cafeteria to check if anyone heard us. Thankfully, no one did.“Cassie! This is great news!” Emma cheered, “you will never have to worry about promotions now!”I sighed, “Well, I forgot to mention that my sister hates me.” I said, “After my split with my ex-husband, my family disowned me.”“Oh, shit.” Emma said, “Cassie, that’s awful. I’m so sorry.”“So… that means you won’t ever get a promotion.” Mark said.“Yes, that’s more like it.” I said.
I was twisting and turning on my bed that night.I had woken up at least twice by now because of nightmares, and all the times it was about the time I spent in jail. But the third time, it hit me the worst. I screamed in fear and sat up straight. I looked around to realize that I was in my room. I was not in jail and nobody was trying to hit me. I released a sigh of relief then. Only then, my heart calmed down.Right then, the door to my room opened and a concerned Enzo walked in. When did he come back? I thought he was spending the night at Liza’s?“Cassie?” He asked, alarmed. He came to sit before me on the bed and reached for my hands. “Are you okay? What happened?”“I had a nightmare.” I
Cassie’s POV“Wait, you painted that?” Mark sounded surprised.We were taking a stroll in the office lounge area when I stopped to look at one of my paintings. I was surprised to see it there. Apparently, Enzo bought it when they first started the firm.“Yes.” I said.“But… I didn’t know you painted!”I smiled, “I remain anonymous, of course.” I said, “But I’d given up painting a while ago. I don’t paint anymore.”I began painting as a child. Mom and Liza would always go out together and leave me behind at home with my nanny. Dad was always on business trips and barely
Cassie’s POVWithin a week’s time, Mark had managed to find me a perfect location and time to host my first ever art exhibition. It was the first time I was going to make my name public. My paintings would no longer be sold anonymously.Safe to say, I was rather thrilled about it.“This calls for a celebration!” Mark said as Emma and I finally read the confirmatory email about my upcoming event. “Let’s head over to Club Raven for some drinks after work!”And so we did. I briefly went home to get dressed for the party before I joined Mark and Emma at the club. As soon as we got a table, Mark called for a round of shots.“To Cass
Cassie’s POV“Enzo?” I said, perplexed. “Leave me!”But he didn’t. Instead, he threw a nasty glare at Ryan and dragged me out of the dance floor.“Where are you taking me?” I asked but he didn’t stop nor did he respond. He just kept moving. He only stopped when we reached a dark area in the club where nobody was around.“Enzo-”“What the hell are you up to, Cassie?” He asked in a dangerous tone.“Me? I was just dancing-”“With who?” He asked, “Who was that bastard?”
I exhaled in disbelief.Enzo wanted… me? I could not believe it!“Me?” I asked, “But… you were trying to get back with Liza, weren’t you? That night when you went to her house… I thought you were-”“No, Cassie. I didn’t go there to make things right with her. I went there to permanently break things off. To tell her that her and I can never be a thing.”“Why?” I asked, “You were serious before she went abroad right? You wanted to give it a chance when she came back.”“Well, that is partly true. But things were different back then.
Cassie’s POVNext day at the office was rather awkward. Enzo and I ended up travelling in the same lift along with Emma, yet we didn’t exchange any words. As we got off on our floor, Emma asked me,“Is Enzo okay?”“Er… yes. Why do you ask?”“He seemed grim.” She said, “Didn’t you notice the circles under his eyes?”Well, I did. And it pained to know that I was the reason for it. I wish I could help him. But how? I was the reason he was suffering. How could I alleviate his pain?“Work stress, perhaps.” I said.
The weekend arrived sooner than anticipated.I barely had enough time amidst all of this to process that I was going on a business trip with Enzo. What the hell! How was I going to survive it?“You're carrying your passport, right?” Enzo asked as we arrived at the airport.“Yes.” I said and pointed to my shoulder bag, “Right here.”Nodding, he walked us to the private lounge area reserved for business class passengers. We took a seat by the couch, and instead of making conversation with me, Enzo opened his laptop and started working.Although he asked me to accompany him, Enzo barely made any effort to make things less aw
Mr Lee was not kidding.His beach property a few kilometres away from his residence was astounding. It was a member’s only resort, meaning only the wealthy had access to it. Mr Lee’s friends were also here for a small get-together, and we would be joining them to have some fun.“My staff will guide you to your villa, Mr De Luca.” Mr Lee said as we got out of his car. “This is mine. I’ll be heading in. See you in the evening for dinner. Don’t be late.”“Sure. Thank you, Mr Lee.”Only when we reached our villa did it occur to me that I would have to share it with Enzo. After all, in Mr Lee’s eyes, we were a couple.I humped
Warm rays of sunshine woke up the next morning.And as soon as I did, I realized that my body was pressed against Enzo's!I widened my eyes in surprise. Our legs were entangled, and our bodies were cuddling against each other.How did we end up like this?Somehow, I got out of his hold and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. When I came back, Enzo was wide awake."Shit." I muttered to myself, holding the towel closer to my chest.Enzo's eyes lifted to steal a glance at me, and surprise was evident on his face. I watched as his jaw clenched. I knew too well that his gaze was not an innocent one. Grabbing my bag, I almost ran to the walk-in closet to change.After a while, we were on our way to meet our client.“It’s an unusual place to set up an office, isn’t it?” I asked once we got into the car.“Yes, which is why it's not here.” Enzo said, “It’s in Seoul. Just that Lee
By the time Enzo returned, I managed to regain some of my composure.I found a movie to watch and was about to play it when I heard someone giggle near the aisle. It was right outside mine, and it was two girls, possibly in their teens, who were gushing.The brunette said, “Oh, my god. Did you look at that man? He looks like a Greek god!”“I know right!” The blonde replied, “He’s like chiseled to perfection. I’m sure he’s european!”“Probably, but wow. He’s so hot. I wonder if he would be up for a quick snog in the washroom.”I widened my eyes in amusement. Who could be this handsome hunk they were talking about?
The weekend arrived sooner than anticipated.I barely had enough time amidst all of this to process that I was going on a business trip with Enzo. What the hell! How was I going to survive it?“You're carrying your passport, right?” Enzo asked as we arrived at the airport.“Yes.” I said and pointed to my shoulder bag, “Right here.”Nodding, he walked us to the private lounge area reserved for business class passengers. We took a seat by the couch, and instead of making conversation with me, Enzo opened his laptop and started working.Although he asked me to accompany him, Enzo barely made any effort to make things less aw
Cassie’s POVNext day at the office was rather awkward. Enzo and I ended up travelling in the same lift along with Emma, yet we didn’t exchange any words. As we got off on our floor, Emma asked me,“Is Enzo okay?”“Er… yes. Why do you ask?”“He seemed grim.” She said, “Didn’t you notice the circles under his eyes?”Well, I did. And it pained to know that I was the reason for it. I wish I could help him. But how? I was the reason he was suffering. How could I alleviate his pain?“Work stress, perhaps.” I said.
I exhaled in disbelief.Enzo wanted… me? I could not believe it!“Me?” I asked, “But… you were trying to get back with Liza, weren’t you? That night when you went to her house… I thought you were-”“No, Cassie. I didn’t go there to make things right with her. I went there to permanently break things off. To tell her that her and I can never be a thing.”“Why?” I asked, “You were serious before she went abroad right? You wanted to give it a chance when she came back.”“Well, that is partly true. But things were different back then.
Cassie’s POV“Enzo?” I said, perplexed. “Leave me!”But he didn’t. Instead, he threw a nasty glare at Ryan and dragged me out of the dance floor.“Where are you taking me?” I asked but he didn’t stop nor did he respond. He just kept moving. He only stopped when we reached a dark area in the club where nobody was around.“Enzo-”“What the hell are you up to, Cassie?” He asked in a dangerous tone.“Me? I was just dancing-”“With who?” He asked, “Who was that bastard?”
Cassie’s POVWithin a week’s time, Mark had managed to find me a perfect location and time to host my first ever art exhibition. It was the first time I was going to make my name public. My paintings would no longer be sold anonymously.Safe to say, I was rather thrilled about it.“This calls for a celebration!” Mark said as Emma and I finally read the confirmatory email about my upcoming event. “Let’s head over to Club Raven for some drinks after work!”And so we did. I briefly went home to get dressed for the party before I joined Mark and Emma at the club. As soon as we got a table, Mark called for a round of shots.“To Cass
Cassie’s POV“Wait, you painted that?” Mark sounded surprised.We were taking a stroll in the office lounge area when I stopped to look at one of my paintings. I was surprised to see it there. Apparently, Enzo bought it when they first started the firm.“Yes.” I said.“But… I didn’t know you painted!”I smiled, “I remain anonymous, of course.” I said, “But I’d given up painting a while ago. I don’t paint anymore.”I began painting as a child. Mom and Liza would always go out together and leave me behind at home with my nanny. Dad was always on business trips and barely