The day had been long and exhausting, but we were finally closed and I was heading back home. My heels clicked against the pavement as I clutched my bag tightly, ready to collapse on my bed and forget about everything that had happened for a while.
The streets were quieter than usual. Out of nowhere, a car came speeding through a puddle on the road. Before I could react, dirty water splashed all over me. The cold, filthy water soaked my clothes and dripped down my face. I froze, my mouth hanging open in shock. “What the—” I started, spinning around to see who the culprit was. My heart dropped when I saw who it was. Elias. My ex-fiancé. And right there in the passenger seat, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world, was Sylvia. My so-called best friend. They had done this on purpose. The car screeched to a halt, and Elias stepped out first, his smug smile making my stomach churn. Sylvia followed, flipping her hair and smirking at me like she owned the world. “Well, look who it is,” Elias said mockingly. “Tracy Bennett, looking as stunning as ever. Although…” He gestured to my wet clothes. “You could use a little drying off.” I bit my bottom lips whilst my whole body trembled with anger. “What do you want, Elias?” I snapped, trying to keep my voice cool. Sylvia looped her arm through his and leaned against him like a prize. “Oh, we don’t want anything,” she said, her voice syrupy sweet. “We were just passing by and couldn’t resist saying hello.” “Or splashing me with dirty water?” I shot back, glaring at them both as I rubbed furiously at my clothes. Elias chuckled, his laugh was cold and condescending. “Come on, Tee, don’t take it so personally. You always overreact to small things.” Overreact? My blood boiled. “You’re shameless,” I said. “Both of you. What kind of people do this? Is this your way of humiliating me after all you've done to me?” I grabbed the edge of my sleeve, wringing it out, but the dampness only spread further. The water had left dark, muddy stains on my blouse and skirt. Sylvia’s smirk grew wider. “C’mon, don’t be so dramatic,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “You always were a little too flirty. Maybe that’s why Elias got bored of you.” Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt the sting of tears threatening to fall, but I refused to let them see me cry. My wet hair stuck to the side of my face, and I wiped it away angrily, feeling hurt by their amused stares. Elias stepped closer, with his hands in his pockets and that infuriating smile still on his face. “You know, Tee, you really should move on. I mean, look at us.” He gestured between himself and Sylvia. “We’re happy. You should try to find some happiness too. Maybe then you wouldn’t be so bitter.” I took a deep breath. “This isn't about bitterness. You cheated on me, Elias. With her,” I said, pointing at Sylvia. “And now you’re standing here, trying to rub it in my face like it’s some kind of game.” Sylvia let out a mocking laugh. “Don’t act like you were some perfect little angel yourself. Maybe if you’d been faithful, Elias wouldn’t have needed to look elsewhere.” I felt something inside me snap. “You’re pathetic, both of you,” I said. “You think I'm like you? I’m not. This just shows how inferior and cheap you are.” Sylvia’s smile vanished, replaced by a scowl. She stepped closer. “You’ve got some nerve talking to me like that,” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “And what are you going to do about it?” I shot back, refusing to be intimidated by her. Elias crossed his arms, watching the exchange with amusement, but Sylvia was livid. Before I knew it, she raised her hand, her palm aimed straight at my face. I flinched, bracing myself for the impact. But it never came. A hand shot out, grabbing Sylvia’s wrist in mid-air. “Not so fast,” a deep voice said. I turned, my heart skipping a beat. It was Nick, our new CEO. His grip on Sylvia’s wrist was firm, but his expression was calm and composed. He looked at her with a cold vigor that made her shrink back. “Who the hell are you?” Sylvia demanded, trying to pull her hand away. Nick let go of her wrist but his eyes never left hers. “Someone who doesn’t tolerate bullies,” he said simply. Elias stepped forward, puffing out his chest like a peacock to defend his girl. “And what business is this of yours?” Nick turned to him. “I don’t like seeing people being treated like garbage,” he said. “Especially not by someone as miserable as you two.” “How dare you?” Elias’s face turned red with anger. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, buddy.” Nick took a step closer to him, towering over him effortlessly. “And you’ve got a lot of arrogance for someone who doesn’t even know what respect looks like.” Sylvia grabbed Elias’s arm, clearly uncomfortable with how things were going. “Let’s go, Elias. He’s not worth it.” But Elias didn’t move. He glared at Nick, then at me, his jaw tight. “You’ve got some new friends now, huh, Tee? So this is the guy you've been cheating on me with.” Nick raised an eyebrow. “She doesn’t need anything from you man. She’s already better off without you.” Elias opened his mouth to retort, but Sylvia tugged on his arm again. “Come on, Elias. Let’s just go.” Finally, he relented, turning on his heel and heading back to the car. Sylvia shot me one last glare before following him. They drove away, splashing more water in their wake. I let out a breath that I have been holding. “Are you alright?” Nick asked, his voice softer now. “Yeah,” I shook my head at the same time. “How long have you been following me?” Nick gave me a small smile. “I was just passing by and saw what happened. I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing while some random individuals harass one of my employees.” I didn’t know what to say to him. His presence, his words, and everything about him made me feel safe and nervous at the same time. Then he made me an offer that I couldn't resist. “Let me drive you to my apartment to get you cleaned up.”It was the kind of an offer that felt like a risk, following Nick home. I kept questioning myself the whole time. Was it smart? Was it reasonable?My house was far away, and I couldn’t bear the thought of walking through town with dirty clothes sticking to me, stained and damp from Elias and Sylvia’s vicious stunt.Nick didn’t seem like someone who would take advantage of the situation, though. He had stepped in to help me without hesitation, and for now, that was enough.“Here goes nothing,” I mumbled to myself, clutching my bag tightly as I got into his car.Nick glanced over at me as we pulled onto the road. “You sure you wanna come?” His tone was gentle.I nodded quickly, avoiding his gaze. “I’m down,” I muttered, though it was obvious I wasn’t comfortable.The silence in the car stretched between us for a few minutes before he said again. “So… umm those two back there. Who were they?”I stiffened, staring out the window at the blur of street lights passing by. “Nobody important,”
What happened between Nick and I wasn’t intended. It wasn’t even supposed to happen in the first place and it could’ve been clearly avoided. But here we are. We kissed, we cuddled. Things got heated, and I almost lost myself completely to him. I was about to cross that line, but somehow, at the last moment, I pulled back. Thank God I did. How could I have let myself loose like that? It’s not like me to give in so easily to someone no matter how charming or irresistible they are. I’m not that kind of woman, not someone who jumps into bed with a guy I just met, no matter how perfect he seems. The awkwardness between us afterward was unbearable. I made up my mind not to let him drop me off at home. He didn’t need to know where I lived. That would make things even more awkward. When I finally got home that night, I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts kept circling back to what had happened between us and how close I came to doing something I wasn’t ready for. Every time I tried to jigg
Brenda and I decided to head down to the cafeteria. I was more than ready for a break after the morning’s workload even though my head was still swimming with thoughts about Nick and what happened between us last night, but I was doing everything I could to keep it together.The last thing I needed was for Brenda, or anyone else to pick up on how rattled I still felt.Brenda nudged me with her elbow as we walked. “You look like you’re carrying the weight of the company on your shoulders. Cheer up! It’s lunchtime.”I smiled weakly. “Yeah, just tired, you know. It’s been a very long morning.”“Hmm,” she said, giving me a side glance. “If you say so.”By the time we got there, the cafeteria was droning with activity. Employees from different departments were scattered around, chatting and enjoying their meals. The smell of food filled the air from burgers, fries, salads, pasta, you name it.Brenda and I got in line, grabbing trays and picking out what we wanted. I settled on a simple chi
The day at work had been long. By the time I got home, I was exhausted, but I still had things to do. I dropped my bag on the couch and let out a tired sigh. My feet ached, and my body wanted rest, but my mind was restless. I had been overthinking all day. Work had been hectic, and on top of that, Nick had been on my mind more than I wanted him to be. It was frustrating.I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the thoughts. Instead of sitting down, I reached for my phone. I needed something to distract me, and calling my mom always helped.I tapped her contact and waited as the phone rang. It took a few seconds before she answered.“Tracy, sweetheart! Finally, you remember your mother exists! I was beginning to think you had a new family over there.”I chuckled, already feeling better just hearing her voice. “Mom, I called you a few days ago. Remember!?”“A few days? You call that staying in touch? Oh, my dear child, one day when you have kids of your own, you’ll understand the pain
The next day, I was walking into the office building, my mind still half asleep and my body dragging from exhaustion. I didn’t even get a proper breakfast because I was running late, and my coffee was barely helping. I just wanted to get through the day without any unnecessary stress, but of course, life had other plans because the moment I stepped out of the elevator, I bumped straight into Nick.It wasn’t just a small bump. It was one of those moments where you walk too fast, turn too quickly, and suddenly, you’re almost crashing into someone’s chest, except in this case, it wasn’t just anyone, it was Nick White.His hands shot out instantly, holding me before I could stumble, and I felt the warmth of his touch through the fabric of my sleeves. His hold was firm but not rough, like he was used to being in control, used to handling things effortlessly. His cologne filled the space between us, nice, with that hint of something I could never quite describe but always noticed.I swallow
Friday came faster than I expected, and honestly, I was grateful because this week had drained me more than usual. Work had been stressful, my thoughts had been all over the place. Not to mention that I just got dumped by Elias, my ex-boyfriend. And to top it all off, letting Nick into my life earlier in the week had completely messed up the little peace I had. Even though we talked, even though he apologized, I still felt weird about everything, and I hated that he still made me feel so nervous. But I refused to let my thoughts be about him today.I was sitting at my desk, typing away at my computer when Brenda, my best friend at work, suddenly dropped into the chair beside me with a dramatic sigh, making me glance at her. She had that excited-but-also-nervous look on her face, which instantly made me curious.“What is it?” I asked, knowing she had something to say.Brenda tucked her hair behind her ear, leaned in a little closer, and whispered like she was telling me a top-secret mi
Sunday morning arrived with the sun shining through my window, filling my room with light, and even though I was still feeling a little tired from the long week and the shopping trip with Brenda, I knew I couldn’t just stay in bed all day. It had been way too long since I visited my family, and I missed them a lot, especially my twin sisters, Emma and Ella. So, after getting dressed in a simple outfit, I headed to church first, because that was how Sundays always started for me.Church was peaceful. The sermon was about patience and learning to let go of things we couldn’t control, and as I sat there listening, I couldn’t help but think about everything happening in my life right now, my recent breakup with Elias, work, Nick, and even Brenda’s exciting new romance. A part of me wished I could just press a reset button and start everything fresh, but life didn’t work that way.After the service, I left church feeling a little lighter, and instead of heading straight to my parents’ hous
The long-awaited Monday morning came faster than I expected, and even though I was still feeling a little tired from the weekend, I was actually looking forward to getting to work, mostly because I couldn’t wait to catch up with Brenda and hear all about her date. She hadn’t messaged me much over the weekend, which made me think that maybe things had gone really well, or maybe they had gone really bad, and either way, I wanted to know all the details.But the moment I walked into the office, ready to drop my bag at my desk and find Brenda, something completely unexpected happened.Nick was standing there, right near my desk, waiting for me, and the second our eyes met, he gave me that confident little smirk of his, the one that always made my stomach feel weird, even though I didn’t want it to.“Morning, Tracy,” he said smoothly, his deep voice making my skin tingle in a way I really didn’t appreciate. “I need you to come with me to the boardroom. There’s a meeting, and I want you to
The subway rattled beneath me, the hum of tracks and the chatter of commuters filling the air as I stood gripping the pole, my bag slung over my shoulder. Morning light filtered through the grimy windows, catching the faces of strangers lost in their phones or their thoughts.I’d left the apartment early, the memory of last night’s dinner with Nick, candles, his warm hand in mine, still lingering like a soft glow. But today was big: the Reid Corps meeting to finalize the contract, and the issue of the mock-up sabotage was imminent, with Marcus Reed’s name circling in my head. I adjusted my navy blazer and took a deep breath, steadying myself for whatever the day would bring.The subway lurched to a stop, and I stepped onto the platform, joining the stream of people heading toward Haven Enterprises. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, seeing a text from Clara: “Where are you already? Ms. Devlin’s team is already here!”I smiled, typing back: “On my way. Save me a coffee!
The office was nearly empty as I walked back to my desk, the golden light from the windows casting long shadows across the floor. The hum of computers and the occasional laugh from a cubicle were the only sounds left.My bag was packed, and my laptop shut. Still, I dawdled, my mind tangled in the day’s highs and lows, the situation back at home, Reid Corps’ contract on the horizon, the mock-up sabotage, and Nick’s promise of pasta and a quiet night felt like a beacon, but I couldn’t shake the unease about that ghost account. Who was behind it, and why?I was about to leave when Torres appeared, his glasses slightly askew, a stack of printouts in his hands. “Tracy, glad I caught you,” he said, his voice low and urgent. He glanced around, making sure no one was close, then sat on the edge of my desk. “David and I finished the scan on that mock-up file. You’re not gonna like this.”My heart skipped, and I leaned forward, my hands gripping my bag. “What did you find? Was it a hack?”He sh
The office was more subdued now, the lunch hour ending with people filtering back to their workstations, their voices a gentle buzz over the sound of keyboard clicks. I sat back in my chair, gazing at my phone, Mom’s words concerning Dad’s health and the bills lingering in my thoughts. The cold coffee in front of me was all that had been moved, but I didn’t care.The sabotage of the mock-up was a distant storm compared to the pain of knowing my parents were struggling. I wished I could correct it all, send them money, make Dad recover, and take the burden off Mom, but I felt stretched taut, like I was keeping too many pieces together.Footsteps interrupted my thoughts and I glanced up to see David coming towards me, a frown replacing his usual grin. He held a tablet in his hands, tapping the edge of it with nervous fingers. “Tee, got a minute? I went back over the logs on that mock-up debacle and… it’s strange.” He sat down beside a chair, speaking in a whisper so that no one could ov
I sat at my desk, the office noise receding to a distant buzz as I gazed at the tampered mock-up document in front of me. The incorrect numbers leered back at me, accusatorily silent, and my chest constricted with anger and confusion. Clara had suggested someone had done this deliberately, and I couldn’t help but see Jordan or Suzan as a suspect. Who would sabotage our effort? I massaged my temples and the morning coffee turned bitter in my gut.The marketing floor door swung open and there he was, tall and cutting a path through the hubbub, blue eyes scanning until catching mine. He strode over to where I sat, suit jacket over shoulder, tie still undone from the debrief. "Tee," Nick whispered, taking a chair beside me, steady voice but hinting with concern. "What is it? Clara gave me a quick rundown, but I want to hear the rest from you."I turned to him, fiddling with a pen in my hands. “Someone tampered with the Reid Corps prototype. The data's all incorrect, old data, not the new
I woke to the soft patter of rain against my window, the gray light filtering through the blinds tossing gentle shades across my room. For a moment, I just lay there, wrapped in the warmth of my blankets, the quiet morning wrapping around me like a hug.Nick’s side of the bed was empty, the sheet where he’d been was cool and I reached out, my fingers brushing the spot where he’d slept. A small note resting on his pillow caught my attention. ‘Early meeting. Coffee’s on. Call me later, Tee. –N”. I picked it up, smiling as I thought of last night, the way he’d held me close after my sisters left, making me feel safe when the worries about Mom and Dad crept in.I sat up slowly, the hardwood floor cold under my feet as I slipped out of bed, still wearing Nick’s oversized T-shirt that hung past my knees. The smell of fresh coffee pulled me toward the kitchen and when I got there, I poured a mug, the steam rising in little curls as I leaned against the counter.The taste was strong and bitte
Later that afternoon, I unlocked my apartment door, Nick trailing behind with a bag of groceries we’d grabbed on the way. Emma and Ella were already inside, sprawled on my couch, my laptop open on the coffee table, papers scattered everywhere.Their identical faces, hazel eyes, and dark hair like mine, lit up as I walked in, but I caught the tension in their postures like they’d been arguing.“Hey, big sis!” Emma called, jumping up to hug me, her hoodie smelling faintly of her favorite vanilla perfume. “Thanks for the laptop.”Ella stayed seated, her arms crossed, her voice quieter. “Yeah, we are grateful.” She glanced at Nick, curious but guarded. “Hello, Mr. Nick. Tracy talks about you nonstop.”Nick chuckled, setting the groceries on the counter, his charm on full blast. “All good things, I hope. I’m Nick White, nice to meet you both.” He extended a hand, and Emma shook it eagerly, while Ella gave a small wave, still sizing him up.I raised an eyebrow, kicking off my shoes. “What’s
The café on 5th was a cozy spot, all exposed brick and mismatched chairs, the air thick with the smell of bacon and fresh coffee. Brenda waved us over from a corner table, her red sweater bright, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders. Jason sat beside her, his flannel sleeves rolled up, a plate of half-eaten pancakes in front of him, his broad frame filling the chair. His hazel eyes lit up as we approached, and he stood, offering Nick a firm handshake.“Nick, Tracy, good to see you guys,” Jason said, his voice warm, a faint drawl from his small-town roots. “Brenda’s been hyping this brunch all night.”Brenda laughed, pulling me into a quick hug, her perfume sweet. “Damn right, Jason. I need to make sure my Tracy is alright, and Nick’s gotta pass my boyfriend test.” She winked at Nick, who slid into the chair across from her, his arm brushing mine as I sat.“Am I under a test?” Nick declared, grinning and his hand resting on my thigh under the table, warm and grounding.I rolled my
The conference room at Haven Enterprises buzzed with pre-meeting energy as everyone walked in and out. The projector hummed as Clara fiddled with the laptop, muttering about finicky cables.I was standing at the front, flipping through my notes. My blouse was tight, my skirt pressed, but my stomach churned with nerves and maybe a little too much of Nick’s strong coffee earlier this morning.The client pitch was a big deal, a chance to lock in a major contract, and as senior director, all eyes were on me to make it a success.Nick leaned against the table, his suit jacket off, tie loosened, going over his own notes. He caught my eye, his lips twitched, but he kept it professional, turning to Clara. “We good on the tech, Ms. Clara? Don’t want a repeat of last month’s projector fiasco.”Clara groaned, her curls bouncing as she plugged in another cable. “Yeah, yeah, it’s under control, boss. Unlike Torres, who’s probably still hungover from last night’s happy hour.” She grinned, tossing a
The next morning, I woke to the smell of coffee and the soft clatter of dishes. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, warming the bed, and I stretched, my body sore in the best way. Nick’s side was empty, the sheets cool, and I smiled, knowing he was probably wrestling with that finicky coffee machine to keep his promise.I slipped into one of his T-shirts, the fabric soft and smelling faintly of him, and padded barefoot to the kitchen. Nick stood at the counter, shirtless, jeans slung low, pouring coffee into my favorite mug—the one with the chipped handle I’d claimed weeks ago. The dishwasher was running, clunking like it was on its deathbed, and I smirked, leaning against the doorway.“Morning, chef,” I said, my voice still sleepy.Nick turned, grinning, his hair tousled, eyes bright. “Morning, sleepyhead. And don’t fuss about the coffee. It's ready, black like you like it.” He handed me the mug, his fingers brushing mine, sparking a low hum in my body. “How did you sleep?”“Like a