Owen P.O.V The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains of the hotel room, casting a warm glow across the plush interiors. I was sipping my coffee, letting the caffeine clear the remnants of last night’s wedding celebrations. Casey was seated by the window, scrolling through her tablet. The room was quiet, save for the occasional clink of her spoon against her mug. She had been reading something on her tablet for the last half an hour. My phone buzzed sharply on the bedside table, breaking the peaceful silence. Glancing at the screen, I saw Barbara’s name flashing. A part of me hesitated.Lauren’s wedding had been perfect, and I was not ready to dive back into work. Still, I picked up the call. “Barbara,” I greeted, leaning back in my chair. “What’s up?” Her voice was tense, clipped. “Owen, I hate to interrupt your trip, but we have a problem. A serious one.” I straightened, every muscle in my body tensing. “What kind of problem?” “It is Daniel,” she began. That name alone
Owen P.O.VThe air in the conference room was tense. I stood at the head of the table, They shuffled papers, exchanged quick glances, and adjusted their devices, but no one dared to break the silence.Casey sat beside me, tablet in hand, already immersed in the task at hand. Barbara, my right hand in the business, stood across from me, her usually composed demeanor showing signs of stress. "Owen," she started, handing over another folder filled with the latest updates. "This is the latest update from this morning. I wish I had better news.This is everything we have managed to pull together since this morning." I opened the folder, skimming through the pages filled with detailed reports on lost contracts, supplier defections and their words of switching sides, and murmurs of investor dissatisfaction with the instability of my company which I did not know I have until I was looking at the folder.Each line felt like a punch to the gut because I knew none of this what they claimed is tru
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
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
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 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
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
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
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