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 I focused on my computer screen, wrapping up the last few details for an upcoming client event. The office buzzed with the usual chatter, but I barely registered any of it. My mind had been a mess all morning, and concentrating felt impossible. No matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept drifting back to, no, I refused to think about it. I just needed to finish my work and move on with my day. “Casey!” I glanced up to see my coworker, Amy, standing before my desk with a bright smile. "We are heading to that little Italian place down the street for lunch," she said, resting her hip against my desk. "You should come. You have been looking like you need a break today." For a second, I hesitated .I was not in the mood for socializing, But honestly, what else did I have to do? Sitting at my desk pretending to be productive was not doing me any good. Maybe some food and light conversation would help distract me. "I will meet you guys there," I said, offering a small smile
Casey P.O.V The morning was crisp, the air carrying the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee and anticipation as I stepped into the office building. A soft smile played on my lips, the remnants of a happiness I had not felt in a long time lingering in my chest. After the night I had spent with Owen, I had expected things to feel different, to shift in some way, even if subtly. But life had an odd way of throwing curveballs when you least expected them. That morning after, I had to leave in a rush. A call from my apartment complex about a water leak had jolted me awake earlier than I had planned. There was no time for drawn-out goodbyes or even a proper conversation. Owen was still asleep, his breathing slow and steady, the faintest crease between his brows as if he were already lost in some distant dream. For a brief moment, I hesitated, standing at the edge of the bed, watching him, debating whether to wake him up. Instead, I grabbed a pen and the nearest scrap of paper, scrawlin
Daniel P.O.V. The Investigation Begins The flashing red and blue lights painted the frat house in eerie hues as the police worked to control the chaos. Students gathered in hushed groups, their whispers carried away by the cold night wind. Some were crying, some were confused, and others were too drunk to comprehend the gravity of what had just happened. I stood frozen, my mind refusing to process the reality before me. Ann was gone. The girl who had been the light in my life, the only person I had ever truly cared about, was now nothing more than a lifeless body being zipped into a black bag. A uniformed officer, face hardened with years of experience, stepped forward. His sharp eyes swept over the crowd before he barked, “Everyone stay put. No one leaves until we have spoken to you.” A few students tried to step back into the house, but another officer cut off their path. “You heard the chief. Stay where you are.” The chief, a broad-shouldered man with a thick mustache, exhale
Daniel P.O.V. The Restaurant Encounter The moment I stepped into the restaurant, I scanned the space with sharp eyes. It was a quiet place, dimly lit with small booths lining the walls, offering privacy to those who sought it. The low hum of conversations blending with the occasional clinking of silverware. The air smelled of grilled meat and strong coffee, but my focus was elsewhere. My gaze swept past the occupied tables until I spotted her. A woman sat in the corner booth, her face obscured by oversized sunglasses and a baseball cap. She had long blonde hair, strands spilling over her shoulders,partially covering the side of her face. She was fidgeting, her fingers gripping the menu as she glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention to her.She was trying too hard not to be noticed, her posture stiff, if she grip the menu any harder her finger will snap. Eva never wanted to be seen these days. I walked toward her without hesitation. She did not notice me at first, t
Casey P.O.V “Don't stop” Owen raised my right thigh and rested my leg over his shoulder. Because I was pretty sure he was trying to kill me, he slid one finger inside me while flickering my clit with his thumb. He pushed it in and out of me, so painfully slow my insides clenched around him. I lean back on my elbows, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I watch him withdraw his finger and add another. “Owen,” I moaned. “Mmm… That feels so good.” My head fell back in pleasure Owen slammed his fingers into me, hitting every pleasure point at once. “Come for me,” he groans, rolling his thumb over my clit. I moan in response, and he adds, his words were a little slurring, “That is it. Strangle my fingers like they are my cock.” I was on the edge of losing control, so close my entire body trembled. Owen clutched my thigh in his big hands, his mouth dangerously close to my aching clit. A shiver ran down my spine when his hot breath hit my over heated sensitive nub .His fingers glided in
Casey P.O.V. As I burst out of the stadium, the cool night air rushed against my skin, but I barely felt it. My heart was pounding as I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed Owen’s number. The line rang once. Twice. I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the screen in frustration. The call failed. Frowning, I tried again, but the same thing happened. A wave of unease crawled up my spine. I had just admitted to Zazu that I loved Owen, that I wanted to fight for him. But what if it was too late? I refused to let my thoughts spiral. Maybe his phone had died, or maybe he had put it on silent. Not wanting to waste another second, I called his office instead. Someone there had to know where he was. After a few rings, the call connected. “Hello?” a gruff male voice answered. I blinked. It wasn’t Barbara, nor anyone from Owen’s executive team. “Uh, this is Casey Maxwell. I am looking for Owen Brown? Is he still in the building?” The man sighed. “Sorry, ma’am, but everyone l
Casey P.O.V. The crisp January air brushed against my face as Zazu and I stepped out of the cab in front of the L.A. Stadium. The towering lights of the arena glimmered in the evening sky, and the hum of excitement from the crowd around us buzzed in my ears. I glanced down at my jersey-style top, a shade of blue and white to match the Los Angeles Rams team, and felt a rare sense of anticipation. Zazu adjusted her own jersey, grinning ear to ear as we approached the gates. “Can you believe Mark just handed me these tickets?” Zazu said, practically skipping beside me. “Poor guy. Bet he’s regretting his work emergency right about now.” “Well, his loss is our gain,” I said, laughing as we handed our tickets to the attendant. Once inside, we grabbed a large bucket of buttery popcorn, its warm aroma wafting through the air, and made our way to our seats. The stadium was electric, the roar of the crowd rising as the players from both teams jogged onto the field. I had not been to a footb
Owen P.O.V The Lawyer’s Appointment The hours dragged until it was finally time to meet the lawyer. I arrived early, the sterile waiting room doing little to calm my nerves. The lawyer greeted me with his usual professional demeanor, but his words barely registered. My mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thought of Casey walking through that door and what it would mean for us once the papers were signed. I did not have to wait long. Casey arrived exactly on time, as she always did. She stepped into the room with her usual grace, but there was a tension in her shoulders that was not usually there. Our eyes met briefly before she turned to the lawyer, giving him a polite smile. She was cordial, professional, keeping everything on the surface. I hated it. We sat across from each other at the conference table as the lawyer went over the details, explaining the final steps. My eyes flicked to Casey now and then, but her gaze stayed firmly on the paperwork. “Say something.” The voi
Owen P.O.V The sound of my apartment door clicking shut behind me barely registered as I stepped outside. The morning air was crisp, and the city was already alive with its usual bustle. But it was not the noise or the brisk weather that caught my attention. It was Casey who caught my attention. She was standing a few feet away, next to her car, her arms crossed and her expression frustrated. Her car was off, yet she was not getting inside it. Instead, she was glancing down the road, occasionally stepping forward to flag a passing cab. Each one sped past her, leaving her standing there, tapping her foot on the pavement impatiently. I frowned. What was she doing here, looking for a cab, when her car was right there? Is her car not working? As I watched her wave her hand at yet another cab that did not stop, my new car pulled up. My driver stepped out of the vehicle, holding two Starbucks coffee cups in one hand. The steam rising from the lids told me they were fresh. “Morning, si