This is absurd!
Orion found himself on the verge of anger as he drove Erin to her penthouse. Getting close to Erin and spending every waking moment with her was not part of his plan. He couldn't understand why he had let himself get entangled in this situation.
Frustration clenched his teeth, and anger surged through him, directed at himself, Erin, and various other reasons. Despite his resentment towards her, he couldn't ignore the overwhelming warmth and emotions he felt for her.
Orion knew he had to control himself to make it easier to part ways once the contractual obligations or her impending deadline concluded. He avoided meeting her gaze as the car halted in front of her building.
"Get out," he bluntly commanded.
"What?" Erin appeared visibly taken aback.
"I'll join you shortly. There's something I need to take care of first."
"When will you be back?" Erin inquired.
"You're not my wife yet, Erin! I'll come for you once I've sorted things out. Please, get out of this car."
Without hesitation, Erin exited the vehicle, visibly perplexed by his sudden actions. He sped away in his van, his agitation evident as he pounded the steering wheel, lacking composure.
Heading to Marco's house became his default choice when seeking solace. Marco was his close friend, and he often shared personal matters with him. There were also times when he sought advice from Drew.
Parking his car, he remained frustrated, longing to return to Erin, further intensifying his irritation.
When Orion entered Marco's house, he discovered his friend wasn't alone. Carla, who had been a friend for a long time, was there too.
"Orion!" Carla immediately stood up and approached him.
He cringed when he smelled her strong perfume. They used to be boyfriend and girlfriend for a while in college, and even though they're not together anymore, they've stayed friends for a long time.
The woman had reached the age of 32 and was now a mother to a twelve-year-old child.
Carla broke Orion's trust in relationships because she cheated on him, and this experience has kept him single for a long time. Adding to the complexity, Orion discovered Carla's pregnancy. At the same time, they were still a couple, and she became a mother at nineteen. A few months later, the man abandoned Carla, leaving her to raise their child alone.
"I miss you, O!" Carla exclaimed, wiggling her hips.
Orion shrugged. Carla had often pleaded to reconcile, insisting he still loved her and pointing to his single status over the years as evidence. But for Orion, the valid reason wasn't about lacking a girlfriend. He had lost faith in relationships.
His fear originated from his father, Mr. Niel Arvesso, who neglected him due to a busy work life filled with numerous romantic entanglements. Orion dreaded mirroring his father's neglectful attitude and string of relationships, being determined not to repeat those mistakes, especially with the potential of encountering another Carla-like situation in his life.
"Why are you here?" Marco asked. "Aren't you supposed to be heading to Yurich?"
"I just came from there! The meeting has concluded," he explained as he sat on the sofa.
"In that attire? Wearing a leather jacket and denim? Aren't you lucky they didn't suspect anything?" Marco remarked.
"Do you have coffee?" he asked, changing the subject. He didn't want to discuss what happened in Yurich's office.
"I'll get it! I also want to brew some for myself." Carla stood up and headed to the kitchen. They regularly hung out at Marco's house.
"So, what happened? Did your plan to bring Erin to their company push through?"
Since they were the only ones there, he explained his reasons to Marco. "Yes, as I told you, I just want to expose her to a year in the company so that if the time comes, she'll be even more hurt after a year. I have the power to marry her, but that was the last thing on my mind."
"Are you saying you have no intentions of marrying her and adhering to the will?" Marco inquired curiously.
"No, I won't benefit from marrying her, so why bother?" Orion retorted.
'You will be her husband?' he thought.
"I'm not interested in the Yuriches' money. My objective is to hurt Erin. Initially, I planned to leave the country before her granted extension came through. She won't be getting the company she desires," he explained.
"If that's the case, why pretend to be her bodyguard?" Marco probed further.
"To appease my dad and keep an eye on her. I don't want her parading around as Orion Arvesso's fiancée," he revealed, noting that she had carried his name for a year.
"And your dad? Doesn't he want this?" Marco inquired.
His Uncle Rod was the one who strongly desired him to look after Erin. To soothe his conscience, he would reflect on his brother, Daryl.
"What about Dan? What about Daryl? He hurt Danica, deceived, and played with my brother Daryl," Orion replied, expressing his resentment.
"Damn! I never expected you to resort to such tactics, O!"
"Firstly, learning that Erin is set to become her sister-in-law would cause Danica profound distress. Secondly, I despise that woman even more as a potential wife. I'll ensure that this becomes her payback."
Truth be told, he's grappling with conflicting emotions. While anger towards Erin prevails, there's also a sense of pity, and he finds himself besieged by desire in her presence. He's unsure if he can endure a year without savoring the taste of her lips. Shaking his head in disbelief, he contemplates the struggle within.
Their attention shifted to Carla, who had returned. Marco and O promptly changed the topic.
After spending an hour at Marco's residence, Orion left to visit Erin at her penthouse. However, he encountered an unfamiliar man there, exuding an almost godlike aura, and he couldn't help but disapprove. It served as a testament to Erin's character.
***
Erin looked confused when Orion told her to leave his car. She didn't understand why he was acting that way, which annoyed her. If he intended to drop her off at the penthouse and then leave, she might as well have gone to Zach's house instead.
Anticipating the potential need to vacate Orion's vehicle, Erin preemptively messaged Zach, asking him to bring her belongings to her place. She aimed to avoid taking Orion to Zach's apartment, not wanting to burden her friend in case she and Orion decided to stay there.
Fortunately, electricity was restored in her penthouse just the day before.
Seated on the couch, Zach inquired, "So, you're the new chairman of Yurich?"
"Effective today!" Erin responded proudly.
Curiosity lingering, Zach continued, "Any plans to marry Orion Arvesso? Have you discussed that?"
"Not yet. Right now, we're focused on office matters," Erin clarified.
"Unfortunately, I planned to acquire your contract from that agency because I intended to hire you as a model for some upcoming advertisements for my clients. I genuinely believe it would have been a worthwhile investment. Your impressive bio speaks for itself, you know?"
Erin felt regretful as she genuinely wanted to assist Zach with his business. "I need to concentrate on my responsibilities at the office. Once I officially receive the shares in my name, I'll fully immerse myself as a businesswoman, leaving little room for any modeling commitments. I'm sorry, Zach."
He nonchalantly shrugged in response.
As Erin pondered her decision, her phone rang, prompting her to head towards the designated phone area.
"Ma'am, you have a visitor. It's Orion Arvesso, and he claims to be your boyfriend," the guard relayed on the other end of the line.
A mixture of surprise and delight colored her cheeks as she couldn't deny the pleasure of him referring to her as his girlfriend.
"Kindly ask him to go to my unit, please. I apologize if I didn't provide any specific instructions."
"No problem!"
Shortly after, Orion appeared with a bag in hand. "I went home to gather a few things."
Orion's brow furrowed upon seeing Zach comfortably seated on the sofa. His gaze shifted to the tempting cake and wine arranged on the center table and then back to them. Erin, feeling a bit uneasy, absentmindedly scratched her head.
"He's my friend, Zacharia Lopez," she explained to Orion.
"Does he have a key to this place?" Orion inquired, catching Erin off guard.
How did he know about it? She gave the penthouse key to Zach when she needed something over the weekend while staying at his home. During a meeting with Orion, Zach also ensured her electricity was restored, and she hadn't retrieved the key yet.
A subtle smile played on the corner of Zach's lips. "I do. I can come and go."
"It would be better if you return it to Erin," Orion stated, stern-faced.
"Why? Erin gave it to me," Zach replied, with a hint of defiance in his tone.
Erin shot her friend a disapproving look.
"I simply prefer not to have casual visitors. I will live here and feel uneasy about others being here."
Zach seemed intent on testing Orion; at least, that's what Erin believed.
However, what took her by surprise was Orion's statement about residing in her penthouse. As far as she could recall, they were not yet married.
Erin led Orion to a secluded room in her penthouse for a private conversation. Unfazed that her residence boasted four rooms, she was open to accommodate him. However, she wasn’t ready to live with Orion. "What do you mean you'll be staying here?" she questioned, a mix of surprise and concern evident in her voice. 'Now? Wait, I'm not ready yet!' "After you just kicked me out of your car?" she retorted. Orion is one big moody guy, even moodier than someone with PMS. "I have to pack my things; I'm sorry," he explained. "Erin, I've already laid out my reasons to you. We told your family we'd stay together; I'll act as your bodyguard. Besides, I'm aware that someone wants to harm you." Erin shuddered in fear, though Orion's eyes conveyed much more than his words. She could sense the unspoken desires he harbored. She recalled Jenna's messages to Daryl, whom she had thought Orion. Unfortunately, Orion wasn't the recipient of those texts back then. "That's why I'm taking the k
Erin's heart skipped a beat as Orion appeared at the open door, catching her off guard. She chided herself for not reminding him that the bathroom connected both rooms. A playful glint flickered in his eyes, causing her lips to tremble with surprise and anticipation. Erin closed her eyes briefly to conceal the emotions swelling within her chest. Undeterred by the water, Orion approached and claimed her lips, his hands exploring her body with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
Erin found herself immersed in a whirlwind of emotions reflected in Orion's eyes. Desiring to believe in his affection, she interpreted how he gazed at her, and the subtle cues conveyed by his body language.Unexpectedly, he lowered himself towards her, initiating a kiss that left Erin momentarily entranced. As the moment's intensity swept over her, she questioned its reality, wondering if it was a dream. Orion, however, pulled her even closer, heightening her yearning for him not to release her.
"You are too audacious to send those messages, Erin," Orion grinned. "I managed to get hold of Daryl's phone, and seeing your message exchange is quite apparent to me." Orion gently squeezed Erin's chin while she recalled Jenna's messages to Daryl on the last day she saw him. She refrained from disclosing the truth, avoiding the admission that she wasn't the one behind those text messages, out of concern that Orion might be disappointed in her. Having just discovered that Daryl owned that number, Erin had unwittingly communicated with him, thinking it was Orion on the other end. "No, I didn't send those! It was Jenna," Erin explained, although Orion already had the impression that she was flirting with his brother. Despite Erin's protest, Orion remained emotionless until he suggested they go grocery shopping before his friend arrived to change the locks. "Do we really need to do that?" Erin stammered. "Yes, Erin. You were the one who said you believed Zach wasn't that person. We d
Orion is bringing Erin to the Arvesso office for some necessary tasks, seeking to put behind them the embarrassing incident in the penthouse where his friend Marco inadvertently witnessed their intimate encounter the previous night. It's a good thing Orion efficiently extracted the necessary device, stopping the video. His friend playfully teased him until he departed, further coloring Erin's cheeks with embarrassment. In the car, Erin couldn't help but ask, "Was it really okay for me to come along?" "Yes," Orion reassured her. "After what happened last night, I can't leave you in the penthouse." His reassurance brought comfort to Erin. The notion that Orion was genuinely concerned about her well-being was comforting. Yet, she couldn't help but harbor a hope that his feelings for her were sincere. As they traveled the road, her phone suddenly rang, and the screen displayed an unfamiliar number. Erin furrowed her forehead, staring at it for a moment in contemplation. "Is the
Erin confidently strode into the office, her head held high, with Orion, Mike, and Assistant Jorge following closely, all donning serious expressions. A discreet glance at Orion revealed him in a simple polo shirt paired with a jacket, projecting the aura of a seasoned bodyguard with years of service to Drew Walton. The production manager guided them through the office, introducing Erin as Miss Villaverde, Mr. Lawrence's daughter. Some onlookers, who had perceived her solely as an employee for only a few months, were taken aback. The news of Erin assuming the chairman position had stirred the office, prompting the usual commotion. However, some managers couldn't help but harbor skepticism and wariness, not necessarily due to her uncle's influence but rather owing to her gender and perceived lack of business experience. As they made their way through the office, Erin caught wind of a group gossiping about her. "Do you know who the bodyguard is? That's Drew Walton's handsome protect
Erin dedicated herself to understanding every aspect of the Yurich Corporation. Her mind throbbed with uncertainty, grappling with decisions that weighed heavily on her. Doubt lingered about her ability to lead Yurich effectively.Aside from the chief finance officer, she was among those responsible for signing the checks. However, she could not determine where the man's loyalty indeed lay in this capacity.
Orion's chest tightened as if a dagger had plunged deep within him while he gazed at Erin. Clenching his fists, he struggled to find the right words for the young woman. Emotion was a luxury he couldn't afford; he was there to protect her, though that wasn't his true mission. He was meant to hurt her, and the gravity of his actual purpose was slipping from his mind.He was there to inflict harm, a fact he was dangerously close to forgetting amidst the turmoil of his conflicting missions.A pivotal change in both of their lives had caused a transformation in Orion's feelings. Jenna's reminders jolted him back to reality, reminding him that he stood by E
Months later... As the days unfolded amidst the ancient branches of towering trees, a soft breeze caressed the leaves, weaving a delicate melody that echoed the whispers of times past. The relentless march of time had etched its mark upon the weathered gravestones, standing as solemn guardians adorned with the names of those who once thrived with vitality. Some graves bloomed with freshly placed flowers, while others surrendered to the embrace of moss and roots, each telling a tale that had reached their poignant conclusion. Erin tenderly laid a bouquet of pristine white roses before the gravestone of someone she once knew as Orion's wise and strong brother, Daryl. It marked the anniversary of his passing. Having become a part of the Arvesso family through her recent marriage to Orion, Erin joined them in visiting Daryl's resting place. As she fixed her gaze upon the inscription of his name and the date of his death, a pang of guilt coiled around her heart, unseen but deeply f
Orion's waning interest in responding to Erin's question was palpable. "Well?" Erin asked once more, anticipation etched on her face. "Why did you agree to marry Tanya?" Orion's brow furrowed. "Do you believe I was romantically involved with Zach's sister?" "No." Initially, Erin had presumed there was a romantic connection between Orion and Tanya, conjecturing that their relationship had grown deeper, considering Tanya's pregnancy as evidence of such intimacy. However, the harsh reality of Tanya's miscarriage and Orion's subsequent public explanation unveiled the true nature of their bond with Erin. It dawned on her that what she had perceived as a serious relationship was, in fact, a casual affair. Orion recounted the events involving Mr. Niel Arvesso and Tanya, shedding light on what transpired in the hotel and the circumstances surrounding Tanya's pregnancy. "If that's the case, you knew from the beginning you weren't the father of the child she was carrying..." E
Erin's fingertips lightly brushed against Orion's cheek as they sat together in the car. Despite having a driver at their disposal, they paid him no attention, lost in each other's company. Orion monopolized her thoughts entirely. The disbelief lingered within Erin as though the day's events existed only in a dream. "Please, tell me this isn't a dream," Erin pleaded. In response, Orion silenced her with a tender kiss, his lips tracing a path down her neck. The driver's cheeks flushed crimson as he glanced at the rearview mirror. He wished he could vanish, overwhelmed by the palpable passion unfolding in the backseat. Their actions were simple yet intimate—kisses exchanged, sweet words whispered. Before long, they arrived back at Orion's residence, where Erin and Lacey were currently staying. Orion scooped Erin into his arms, carrying her inside. As they crossed the threshold, Erin's gaze fell upon a lone suitcase nestled by the doorway, a silent witness to Orion's hurried d
The movements, exchanges of conversation, and the beeping of various devices reverberated in Orion's ears like echoes from a dream. Erin's tears haunted his thoughts, her pleas for him not to let go echoing endlessly. Each time she cried, his heart sank deeper, consumed by worry. "Wake up, Orion… Wake up!" The urgent call seemed to emanate from everywhere—Erin's voice and even a faint whisper within his own mind. He needed to rise, to return to the woman he loved. It was as if an enchantment had ensnared his skin, holding him captive in its grasp, steadfast and unyielding. With deliberate slowness, he unfurled his eyelids, welcomed by the scene of Marco's fervent typing on his laptop. A lump materialized in his throat, accompanied by a cascade of numbness and anguish that inundated his entire being. The intensity of the pain threatened to elicit curses from his lips, but his voice emerged raspy and weak. "W-water..." he managed to croak. Marco's eyes widened, the color draining
As they sat together in the hospital lounge, Lily's tender touch wiped away Erin's tears. They both waited anxiously for any updates on Orion's condition, their shared concern palpable in the silent moments between them. The hospital restricted access to the intensive care unit to prevent overcrowding and minimize the risk of introducing infections. Visitors were required to wear gowns to prevent any potential transmission of bacteria to the patient. "Erin, you must continue to balance your responsibilities, both at work and with Lacey," Lily advised, offering her support. It had been a challenging month since Orion's hospitalization, and Erin struggled to juggle her obligations. Despite Lily's occasional return home to Bel-Air, Erin remained steadfast in her vigil by Orion's side in the city. "I know your heart is with Orion, but don't forget about Lacey," Lily reminded her gently. As Erin sank onto the couch, the weight of her exhaustion evident, she reflected on her sacrifices
"Orion! Orion! P-please, do your best to stay awake," Erin pleaded, trailing behind James' group of men carrying Orion. She feared that if he closed his eyes, it could be the last time she saw him. Orion's gaze appeared delirious, mirroring Erin inside his mind. He struggled to place his palm on her cheek, his efforts indicative of his weakening condition. James swiftly called for a helicopter to expedite their departure from the area where they had engaged Douglas Mikael's group. As they exited the building, Marco hurried towards Erin. "Erin!" he called out. "Marco!" She sobbed, embracing her friend tightly. "O-Orion..." Her voice faltered, unable to articulate her fears. "I understand. We must get him to the nearby city. I've informed the hospital and made the necessary arrangements. We cannot linger here in Acapulco," Marco assured her. Minutes later, assistance arrived. Erin followed silently, tears streaming down her face as she held Orion's hand, her prayers unspoken. A me
Five years ago, Erin and Orion engaged in meaningful agreement when Orion served as her bodyguard. During that time, he provided her with a number to call in case of trouble, a number that Erin never imagined would remain working to this day. Upon hearing Erin's voice, Orion struggled to contain his emotions. Both of them felt the weight of the situation, teetering on the edge of tears. "My love, are you alright?" Orion's voice trembled with concern, his trembling words betraying the depth of his emotions. The weight of sadness hung palpably between them, echoing the turmoil of their hearts. "I need a solid crust," Erin replied. Attempting to steady himself, Orion exclaimed, "I must compose myself! Fuck! How many guards are there? How many require rescue?" Recalling her observations earlier, Erin cryptically mentioned, "There's an abundance of cheese, an overwhelming number of pepperonis. The crust must be sturdy and thick," conveying to Orion the gravity of the challenge he face
"I need your help," Erin pleaded with Jenna as she made her way to Jenna's cabin. Caught off guard by Erin's sudden appearance, her cousin paused momentarily, her eyebrows furrowing in surprise. However, she swiftly composed herself, her hands continuing their fluid motion as she applied blush to her cheeks with practiced precision. Raising an eyebrow at Erin's request, Jenna couldn't help but wonder if she was losing her mind, entertaining the thought of helping someone she had distanced herself from. Jenna paused her makeup routine, crossed her arms, and met Erin's gaze in the mirror. "Are you suggesting I aid in your escape?" "Yes," Erin replied. She felt desperate. Honey had assured her that staying on the current floor offered some safety, thanks to Boss Scar's protection. However, venturing to the main deck, where the cruise clients resided, seemed perilous; too many individuals there harbored ill intentions towards her, making escape unlikely and survival uncertain. "Tha
Erin was so taken aback that she found herself unable to form a response. "J-Jenna?" she stammered. The woman before her remained stoic. Her demeanor drastically altered after five long years. She moved with unsteady steps, avoiding Erin's gaze. Erin recalled Honey's account of a woman who had been mistreated almost to the point of death by Bald, staying inside a cabin to recuperate. Could that woman possibly be Jenna? Approaching her cousin cautiously, Erin asked, "What happened to you? Why are you here?" She reached out for Jenna's hand, only to have it swiftly withdrawn. "Don't feign concern now!" Jenna retorted sharply. Despite her surprise, Erin's concern for Jenna was genuine; she simply hadn't anticipated this turn of events. Jenna attempted to compose herself, her facade crumbling. "A woman I share a room with mentioned Boss Scar's involvement in your abduction. I need to know if it's true!" "You've seen me. Are you reveling in your revenge?" Erin questioned, grappling