Casey P.O.V The blaring alarm clock pierced the early morning silence, its shrill sound dragging me from the depths of sleep. My hand flailed across the nightstand, fingers brushing against the cold, hard surface until they found the culprit. With a loud, frustrated groan, I slammed the off button and rolled back under the covers. Not two seconds later, my phone alarm joined the party. I let out a loud groan, throwing the pillow over my head as though it could block the incessant noise. It didn’t. "Fine, fine, I am up," I muttered as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and glared at my phone. The screen blinked mockingly. 8:30 AM.Two hours until the job interview. I dragged myself to the bathroom, flipping the light switch and wincing as the brightness stabbed at my barely-open eyes. My reflection in the mirror was nothing short of a disaster.Puffy eyes with dark circles, hair a tangled mess, and a crease across my cheek from sleeping on the pillow wrong. "You have got th
Author P.O.V “Following you? Wow dude , you sure think something of yourself. I would not waste my breath on a guy like and stalking you is the last thing I want to do in this universe" Casey retorted. She folded her arms and looked straight ahead "I am just trying to get to an interview but nothing is going according to the plan.I do not know whose face I have seen first after waking that my entire day is going so bad. First the car broke down and now this man”. “Must have seen her own” Owen whispered, looking out of the window. “Did you just say something?” She gave her a side eye. “Nothing. I just said you are looking beautiful”. Owen gave her a sarcastic smile. “Nice cover up but already heard what you have said .Now get out, that is the least you could do after what you have done.” she said, and looked out of the window. “Then why did you ask ? Why would I leave the cab and what do you mean by that is the least you could do after what you have done? ” Owen gave her a conf
Casey P.O.VI reached the office building, panting heavily from having walked the last two blocks after the tense cab ride with Owen.The towering structure loomed above me, its glass façade reflecting the morning sun. I paused for a moment to catch my breath, straightening my clothes and trying to smooth out the wrinkles from my hurried sprint.Taking a deep breath, I pushed through the revolving doors and into the lobby. The cool air conditioning was a welcome relief from the outside heat. I walked up to the reception desk, where a friendly-looking woman greeted me."Good morning. How can I help you?" she asked with a smile.“I am here for an interview," I managed to say, still slightly out of breath. "My name is Casey Maxwell.”She nodded and typed something into her computer. "Ah, yes. You're here for the position with Mr. Thompson. Please take the elevator to the top floor. You'll find another receptionist there who will assist you.”I thanked her and made my way to the elevators,
Casey P.O.V I woke up to the sterile smell of antiseptic and the soft beeping of medical equipment. My body ached, and my head felt heavy .I slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. As my vision cleared, I saw two familiar faces hovering over me. “C..an yo..u get o..ff my f..ace?” I asked hoarsely and was barely audible. “Oh she is fine.” They both sighed in relief and stepped back. Zazu grabbed the cup from the bedside table , filled it with the water and helped me take a sip. "We're so glad you are okay. You gave us quite a scare.” As I sipped the water, I tried to piece together what had happened. Fragments of memories flashed through my mind - a loud crash, a searing pain, and then nothing. My brain was completely blank after that. "What...what happened?" My head started throbbing in pain. Zazu and Deniz exchanged a nervous glance before Deniz began to explain. "You were in a car accident. We are still not entirely sure what happened, but you've been out
Owen P.O.VIt was ten in the morning when I stepped into my restaurant, the familiar hum of activity enveloping me as the scents of cooking food wafted through the air. The clinking of glasses and soft murmur of conversation filled the space. As I walked past the bustling kitchen, my friend and chef , Oliver, approached me with pursed lips.“Hey, man," Oliver said, wiping his hands on a towel. "There is someone waiting for you in the back, in the outdoor section. Says she is from a news company.”"Thanks, Oliver. I will handle it," I replied, giving him a part on the shoulder I went to my office to keep files of yesterday’s meeting.Making my way to the outdoor patio, I spotted a woman sitting at a table by the large glass windows that overlooked the garden. She was striking, her presence immediate and undeniable. Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders, framing a face with sharp, defined features. Her eyes, a deep green, flickered with curiosity , observing her su
Author P.O.VNo one responded to the door when the doorbell rang. The girl in a blue velvet shirt and short skirt on the other side rang the doorbell again impatiently, she was tapping her foot impatiently. Losing her patience she began to bang the door impatiently.“Owen open the damn door, now” the girl shouted from the other side. Disturbed from the chaos Eva woke up. She pulled the sheet up to cover herself and looked at the clock. It was seven in the morning. Another bang on the door forced Ava to get out of the bed. Owen was in the shower when she lifted his shirt from the floor, put it on and answered the door, unaware of the atom bomb that was about to explode outside.Ava opened the door , saw a girl standing there leaning against the side wall, chewing gum in her mouth. She stood up straight, looking Ava from top to bottom, the smile left her face when she saw what the other woman was wearing. “Is Owen home right now?” she asked, putting her left hand on the door. She pushe
Owen P.O.VScrewing my eyes shut I flex my foot and slide towards the edge of the platform while gripping the railing that was behind me. Ok fine, just a few more steps and I will reach the end , just a little more then I will be safe.Just a little , just a little more.I tried to move but something was pulling me back or more like my towel back. I looked over my shoulder and felt a surge of panic as I realised my towel was snagged on the glass slide. Great, just great. Out of all the ways to die, hanging off the edge of a balcony in nothing but a towel was definitely not on my list. I tugged at it gently, hoping it would come loose without drawing attention. No luck. The thing was jammed tight.I glanced back into the apartment. The girls were still in their heated argument, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was one slip away from a very embarrassing demise. Their voices grew louder, and I could see one of them pointing in the direction of the balcony."Oh no," I whispered und
Casey P.O.V“What the hell did you come from almost naked in my cousin's apartment?!” I asked the infuriating man from the other day in the cab. I could not believe my eyes. Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be him? The asshole idiot from the cab! And to make matters worse, he was nearly naked—again. This was getting ridiculous.His eyes widened as he recognized me. "You’ve got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath.I crossed my arms, trying to appear as composed as possible despite the absurdity of the situation. "Answer the question!”"I live next door," he said, his tone somewhere between defensive and embarrassed. "There was a... um... misunderstanding, and I ended up here.""A misunderstanding?" I repeated incredulously. "So, you just wandered into my cousin's apartment half-naked because of a misunderstanding? Do you have any idea how insane that sounds?”He ran a hand through his wet hair, clearly trying to come up with a reasonable explanation. "Loo
Casey P.O.V The moment Rachel handed me that ridiculous list of tasks, I knew she was setting me up to fail. The smirk on her face as she walked away had been a silent declaration of war, and for the first time since joining the company, I was not willing to roll over and take it. Because of the disaster with the decoration Mr.Davenport had to shift his charity gala to the weekend. That was extremely embarrassing . I had spent the day scrambling to contact vendors and make last minute arrangements, but the absurdity of the tasks and Rachel’s obvious attempts to sabotage me became clearer with every failed call. But I still went with the lists and completed my task only to get burnt in the end because apparently the client never asked for those things. As the work day came to a close, I sat at my desk, staring at the crumpled list she’d given me. My colleagues whispered as they passed, their pitying glances making my skin prickle. They knew what Rachel was doing, but no one dared t
Casey’s P.O.V. The conference room was already filled when I walked in, my notebook clutched tightly in my hand. I glanced around, spotting Rachel at the head of the table. Her perfectly styled blonde hair catching the morning sunlight streaming through the windows and a confident serious look on her face gave her an air of authority that was hard to ignore. She had been a thorn in my side since the day I joined the company two days ago. Her ability to undermine me at every turn was nothing short of impressive, and I braced myself for whatever she had planned today. The other team members greeted me with polite nods, but Rachel barely acknowledged my presence, her attention focused on the papers spread out in front of her. She always had an air of control, as if every detail, every moment, revolved around her. “Morning, everyone,” Rachel began, her voice sharp and commanding. “Let’s get started. As you all know, we have been entrusted with organizing a charity gala for our clien
Casey P.O.V The plate of food was already half-empty when I returned to the living room. I had offered him to eat because it was already late.Owen was lounging on my couch, his long legs stretched out, his tie loosened just enough to make him look less put together but somehow even more attractive. He glanced up at me with a faint smile, but I could still see the tension in his shoulders still there, the storm brewing behind his eyes. Owen might have let Daniel get into his head than he let on. I hesitated in the doorway for a moment, biting my lip. He had just dropped a confession on me, a raw, unfiltered truth about how he feels about me. First I was happy that he felt something like I do for him but then confusion and fear because I knew how Owen was . I have enough experience of life time how cheating bastards are. I do not need anymore experience. It was fine until I knew what he felt because I thought it was a one -sided crush. I will soon get over it but now, I do not know ho
Owen P.O.V The office was eerily quiet as the hours dragged on. Most of the staff had gone home, leaving only the hum of the air conditioning and the faint tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. But no matter how hard I tried to focus, Daniel’s words echoed in my head. The bastard has successfully gotten into my head. Damn it. He had said Casey’s name like a taunt, he knew it would get a raise out of me. And like an idiot for a moment, I gave him what he wanted. The thought of him so much as speaking to her let alone trying to involve her in his games made my blood boil. Daniel is nothing but trouble. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples and sighed. The work in front of me felt like a burden now, a flimsy attempt to push away thoughts of Casey. Since Daniel left I was not able to concentrate. Casey had sent me a message earlier, saying her work was done for the day, but I had not had the chance to call her back yet. Grabbing my phone, I hesitated. She had said she was lea
Owen P.O.V I sat at my desk, my hand hovering over the keyboard, immersed in the details of a newly finalized contract. The past two days had been chaotic, and the remnants of it still simmered under my calm exterior. My name and reputation had been dragged through the mud, my investors rattled, my suppliers shaken. And all of it traced back to one man, Daniel Black.It had taken every ounce of strategy and persistence to stabilize what Daniel Black had tried to destroy. He hoped to see me fall but I stood on my ground, exposing his schemes in the media, ensuring everyone knew just how far he had gone. The fallout had been brutal for him. Just as I finished scanning a clause in the document, the sound of the door opening pulled my attention away from my computer. I thought it was one of the guys from the accounting section with the finance report. God I was so wrong. I wish I had not looked up.Standing before me was Daniel , he entered the office, unannounced, like he owns this place
Casey P.O.V The first day at Brown Group was nothing like I had expected. I had walked in with my head held high, eager to prove myself, but it did not take long for reality to hit. The office was sleek and modern, with glass walls, polished floors, and an air of efficiency. I was assigned a desk in the operations department, a space filled with a group of women who eyed me as if I did not belong. I could feel their stares from the moment I walked in, but I brushed it off. “Good morning,” I greeted with a polite smile, setting my bag down and adjusting the blazer I had chosen this morning. The women exchanged glances, whispering among themselves, their eyes flicking from my clothes to my face with a look I recognized all too well. Judgmental bitches get over yourself. This is an office not a New York fashion week ramp. “Morning,” one of them finally responded, her tone cold and clipped. She was tall, with sharp features and an even sharper attitude. Her name tag read Rachel Thom
Casey P.O.V The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime, and I stepped into the quiet hallway leading to my apartment. My heels clicked softly against the polished floors, each step a reminder of the long day that had finally come to an end. The interview at Brown Group had drained me, both mentally and emotionally. All I wanted now was to collapse on my couch and let the weight of the day fade away. Owen was out for a business meeting so I would not be thanking him for what he did any time soon. I unlocked the door and pushed it open gently, careful not to make too much noise. The living room was dark except for the faint glow of the TV, which flickered softly across the walls. I had not expected anyone to be awake, but as I closed the door behind me, I heard movement from the couch. “Casey?” a familiar voice called out groggily. I glanced over and saw Zazu sitting up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She looked cozy, wrapped in a thick blanket, her dark hair slightly tous
Casey P.O.V The morning air was crisp as I stood in front of the towering glass building that was Brown Group’s headquarters. The corporate giant I had heard so much about, the one that Owen had worked so hard to build, and now, for reasons I could not quite explain, I was about to step into it. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was to come. You can do this Casey. Show them what you have got. I had spent two days planning what I was going to do. After giving ten interviews and being rejected by eight I think I have acquired enough interview experience after not giving for five years.I was trying to figure out the best way to keep my identity hidden. I did not want any special treatment or the perception that I was here because I was his pretend fiance and now real wife which no one knows yet because we are crazy enough to get drunk and get married. But that was not the reason . I just do not want anyone to say I got this because I am his fiancée, so, I disguised myself
Owen P.O.V The air buzzed with anticipation as guests began to arrive at The Paramount, an opulent jewel in the heart of Los Angeles. Tonight, the grand ballroom had been transformed into an immersive showcase of luxury and sustainability. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a sweeping view of the city skyline, while elegant floral arrangements ,sourced from local sustainable farms adorned every table, filling the space with a fresh, earthy aroma. Crystal chandeliers cast a soft, golden glow, illuminating the sleek, modern decor. Each table was set with precision: fine china, engraved silverware, and linen napkins folded into crisp shapes. The centerpiece was a live cooking station helmed by a world-renowned guest chef, unveiling dishes crafted from organic, farm-to-table ingredients that aligned with the hotel’s new sustainable dining concept. I adjusted the cufflinks on my tailored navy blue suit, feeling the weight of the evening settle on my shoulders. Every detail had been metic