I couldn’t help but wonder what Adrian might be thinking as he gave me that mischievous look, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leaned back, arms crossed, and asked again, “So, what exactly are you planning to offer me?”I laughed nervously, feeling a mixture of playful excitement and curiosity in his gaze. “What do you want, Adrian?” I asked, trying to gauge what he was hinting at. “You’re already one of the wealthiest men in the city. What could I possibly give you that would actually please you?”He shrugged, his smirk widening as though he knew exactly how to keep me on edge. “That's for you to figure out,” he replied smoothly, his tone carrying that ever-present teasing quality. “But you’ve still got some time before the event. Surprise me.”I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes with a smirk of my own. “How about… a lap dance and a kiss?” I teased, raising an eyebrow as I watched his reaction carefully.He chuckled, a deep, rich laugh that was both amused and challenging. “Is t
Gregory chuckled, his eyes glinting with a hint of malice. “No need to rush,” he said smoothly. “Knight Enterprises is in… good hands.” His gaze slid over to Jordan, who was standing nearby, smugly adjusting his cufflinks, as if he were already in Adrian’s shoes.Gregory’s attention snapped back to Adrian. “By the way, Adrian, don’t you think the wheelchair might… attract attention? What would people say if, let’s say, a bolt came loose?” His smile widened, clearly enjoying his attempt to undermine Adrian’s confidence.I clenched my fists, anger simmering. Adrian’s grip on the armrest tightened, but he remained silent, his eyes fixed firmly on Gregory. I couldn’t let him stand there and take it.“You know, Gregory,” I said, stepping forward, my voice steady, “maybe you should be more concerned about your son’s actions than Adrian’s wheelchair.”Gregory’s eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. “And who exactly are you to speak to me like that?” he sneered.I met his g
Bethany leaned in closer with a sigh, looking at me warmly. “Well, don’t keep me waiting too long. I’ll be expecting good news soon!” she teased, before a man in a suit approached her and whispered something in her ear.She gave us both a quick smile. “Duty calls, it seems. You two enjoy yourselves. But not too much fun, all right?” With a wink, she left.Adrian looked over at me, still red in the face. “I’m so sorry about that. My mother’s… she gets like this when she’s had a bit too much to drink.”I laughed. “Don’t worry. I actually like her.”He raised an eyebrow. “Oh, she’s only being nice to you because she wants a grandchild. Trust me, she can be… intense. She usually doesn’t warm up this fast.”I smirked. “Well, at least she’s a little better than my stepmom, Vivian.”That made him laugh, and the tension melted from his face. “You know, my parents were both strong-willed. When my father was alive, they’d argue constantly. He was strict, always about business.” Adrian paused, a
As Adrian stood up, a collective gasp swept across the room, the shock and amazement unmistakable on every face. For a moment, there was absolute silence, as if everyone was holding their breath, trying to comprehend what they were witnessing. And then, the applause began, a low rumble that quickly grew into a roar of admiration and astonishment. People clapped, cheered, and even rose from their seats, unable to contain their excitement at seeing Adrian stand for the first time in what felt like forever.The whispers and murmurs of admiration became a hum in the room, each voice adding to the chorus of praise and disbelief. The crowd buzzed with excitement, even after Adrian carefully sat back down. It was as though he had ignited a spark, a beacon of hope and inspiration, and the energy in the room seemed almost electric. As guests returned to their seats, still casting glances Adrian's way, they resumed their drinks and conversations, but the admiration in their eyes lingered. I cou
After we were done, we slipped into the limo and settled into the seats, I couldn’t shake the words Adrian had said back there, the ones about family and everyone in the room being important to him, but most especially the ones about me—dis I really meant so much to him?. I kept replaying them in my mind, wondering if he really meant them or if it was just a part of his public performance. With everything going on, it was hard to tell. Part of me wanted to believe every word he said, but I couldn’t ignore the nagging doubt in the back of my mind. Was it genuine, or was he just selling an image?Adrian seemed to pick up on my silence. He glanced over, studying me for a moment before asking, “What’s on your mind?”Startled, I quickly pulled myself out of my thoughts. “Oh, nothing,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I was just…thinking about how awful Gregory can be. He always has some agenda, doesn’t he?”Adrian raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk forming as he settled back into his seat.
Our server came by, and we ended up ordering an assortment—mini sandwiches, fries, a milkshake, and a slice of chocolate cake that looked like it could solve any problem in the world. Once the food started arriving, I didn’t hold back, finally letting myself enjoy every bite. Adrian watched me with an amused look, shaking his head as I reached for a fry. “You really were hungry, huh?” “Hey, you said it was a snack night. Might as well enjoy it,” I said, shrugging and popping a fry into my mouth. He chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink. “I can’t argue with that.” We talked about everything and nothing, sharing stories and laughing as we ate. I told him about a few embarrassing childhood moments, and he shared a story about sneaking out as a teenager, getting caught, and having to do all the chores for a week as punishment. It felt natural and easy, like we’d known each other for years. At one point, I noticed a bit of whipped cream on his lip from his milkshake and laughed,
The next morning, I woke up with a burst of excitement. It was one of those days when everything seemed to click. I was really starting to feel comfortable in this place, and the possibilities ahead filled me with energy. Things had been moving quickly, and for once, I was looking forward to what was to come. I could finally see a future where I was in control, where I had a chance to make something of myself.I walked into the kitchen to make breakfast, my mind already racing with what the day could bring. I had so many things to get done, but for now, I needed to eat. Just as I was about to grab the cereal, my phone rang. The number was unfamiliar, and for a split second, I hesitated. Then, curiosity took over, and I picked up.“Hello?” I answered, my voice steady, but there was a hint of curiosity.“Good morning. This is Donald, your father’s vice president,” a deep, calm voice replied on the other end of the line.“Oh, good morning,” I greeted him, surprised but trying to keep my
I walked into the Balsam restaurant, heart racing and palms slightly sweaty. This was the moment—my first real test as the president of my father’s company. The private room where I was supposed to meet the investors was dimly lit, exuding an air of exclusivity that made me feel both nervous and excited. Donald, my father’s vice president, was already seated, his back straight and his expression unreadable.“Good evening,” I greeted him as I took my seat across from him. He nodded, his usual serious demeanor in place.The two investors hadn’t arrived yet, but the air was thick with anticipation. I tried to remain composed, but my thoughts kept racing. The stakes were high tonight. These investors could either help save the company or take it down entirely. I had to handle this carefully.Just as the thought crossed my mind, the door opened, and the investors walked in, both men dressed in sharp suits that screamed money. They weren’t here to talk business casually—they were here to ma