~Alyona~ It hurt when he declared my transition to another office. I thought he would forgive me once he found the reason, but he let me go. He sent me as far as he could. We lost everything in a blink of an eye. Was everything so weak between us that a storm came and destroyed everything we built together? The painful thing was I could not change my feelings for him. Nobody told me to fall in love with him. It was my stupid heart who fell in love and thought he could become my Mr. Right. When I entered his office to take my stuff, he turned his face on me. Where are you going to take that much hatred, Alexander? Am I not worth it to see also? Tears came to my eyes when I waited for him to see me one last time. “Alexander, I am sorry.” He ignored my words, as I did not spoke it. I came out with a broken heart and suppressed the sobs inside me. I trust you, God, for everything that happens for good to those who love you. On that quote, I wiped my tears and walked with all my stu
~Alexander~ Sometimes I feel I have a stone heart. The only girl who believed in me, the only girl who discovered what’s inside me? How do I protect my heart and insecurities with arrogance and anger? She was the only one who knew I could be a good person, but there I threw her away from me. I am so cruel at heart that I told my detective to give all the information about Alyona. After following her and digging out her past, I learned Mario helped her. The day she came to Enamore’s masquerade ball party, she wore Mario’s dress. Luckily, my detective has an internal link in Mario’s office. He informed me that when Mario saw Alyona; he offered modeling in his company, but she ignored it. Mario respects Alyona with all his heart. I know he is the type of guy who doesn’t appreciate a woman for their beauty but for their dedication and work. I remember he was one of the finest designers who worked in my company. He is undoubtedly a talented guy, but he blames Darcy for something. Mario
~Alyona~ Well, it’s been a few days since Alexander called me into his office. Olivia, my protective friend, always warned me to stay away from Mason. But I had something else in my mind. Alexander pushed me to my limit by pointing out a formal friendship gesture to something else. I had to teach him a lesson. Mason asked me out for dinner, but I kept ignoring it. “Mason wanted me to go to dinner with him?” I whispered without looking at Olivia. Olivia raised her brow as I saw her from the corner of my eyes. “Didn’t I tell you to stay away from him? And what the heck, Alyona, since you started coming to the office with Mason?” She blasted. “You know,” I bit my lips. “I know everything. Don’t think I am busy with my work; that doesn’t mean I don’t know what Mason is trying to do with you,” I looked at her with puppy eyes. “I know, but we are just friends. And he is behaving nicely with me, Olivia.” “Alyona, I don’t have a problem, dear. I can’t see you crying again.” She patted
~Alyona~ We finished our dinner and came out. Esrael didn’t waste a moment saying goodbye to all of us. Olivia was blushing, and I understood they wanted more time together. However, Darcy gave a strange look to Olivia and me. She didn’t expect Olivia and me with these high-class boys. “Bye.” We passed our goodbyes and walked towards our car. “It was nice,” Mason added. “Except that. I don’t like my boss’s involvement.” When we reached Mason’s car, he saw his car had a flat tire. “Great,” he gruffed. “What happened?” I asked. He pointed me towards the flat tire. Talking about Alexander, and here we go. “Now? What are we going to do?” “Nothing. I have to call my automobile roadside help company,” Mason added. He took out his phone and dialed the number. Alexander’s car was opposite us, as they were still in the car. “How much time?” I asked as it was 11 PM. Mom would be worried about me. I thought about calling mom, but there I got her call. “Mom, Mason had a flat tire
~Alyona~ Mom and Alexander settled on the couch when we entered the house, and I was just trying to slither into my room. “Alyona, will you make coffee for us?” Mom declared. She knew I would run to my room. I rolled my eyes and stomped my foot with a fake smile. I didn’t want to entertain Alexander, not right now. “So, tell me. How are you?” “I am fine. Alyona told me about the new member of your family. Congratulations,” Alexander answered. He can smile. I raised my brow. Did he even know he looks so cute in his dimples? “Oh, yeah, she is our angel. Tell me, is Alyona working fine in the office?” She looked at me. “She is good,” seriously? I thought you would complain about Mason and me cuddling on your property. Good? My foot. Why didn’t you tell her you don’t trust me anymore? Why don’t you show her your actual face? I made coffee and kept it on the table. Mom signaled me, as this is not a good habit of keeping the food on the table. Offer it to the guest. I mustered a
~Alyona~ I reached my office the following day. Alexander and Esrael called us for a meeting in the boardroom about the Paris trip and how the departments need to manage their work. Designers, makeup artists, and management people's names were enlisted. I was quietly listening to their conversation when my eyes landed on my name enlisted in the list. I was assigned the important task of managing the show backstage. Reading my roles and responsibility, I looked at Alexander and immediately averted when I saw him looking at me the same way he did last night. What? He suddenly started trusting me after yesterday’s incident when I stopped him from kissing me. Because what I know about him is he never trusts a person when it comes to ENAMORE. I didn’t want to fall into the same trap; a single mistake, and he would not think once before blaming it on me. After the meeting finished, I went to talk to Esrael. “Esrael, I think I am not the fit candidate for this opportunity.” “Why? You
~Alyona~ We reached Paris, “the City of Love,” because of the romantic atmosphere it exudes. The City of Love isn’t just a random nickname given to Paris; it’s the perfect description. Anyone visiting the French capital would provide for all the romantic vibes they find there. While sitting in the same car, I have never experienced such a beautiful aura. Parisian architecture is a blend of many architectural styles. Walk the streets of Paris, and you’ll see the beautiful combination of Victorian architecture, Art nouveau, Modern buildings, and more. Many of the residential neighborhoods showcase beautiful colors painted across the row houses. My eyes sparkled when I saw a man proposing to a girl, the bride. “Wow,” I whispered. Undoubtedly, French people are the most romantic people in the world. “I wish.” Esrael turned towards me and smiled. “What do you wish for?” He caught me. “A French man,” I answered. Somebody let out a sharp breath after I answered Esrael’s question. Esra
~Alyona~ I enjoyed my dinner with Joshua. He took me to a fantastic place where the ambiance near the water stream gave me a soothing feeling. The site turned into an enjoyable setting when the karaoke started. With wine, we saw people singing French songs for their loved ones. I sang too and got lots of compliments on my music. I believe, and today, I saw wherever you go in this world, love is the only language you can communicate with. He dropped me in the hotel lobby. I opened the door of my room and found the room light was on. How the heck is this possible? I remembered I had closed everything before leaving. I walked inside, placed my clutch on the counter, and turned towards the mirror, trying to access my zip, when my eyes landed on a figure sitting in the corner. “What the heck?” It scared the soul out of me. It was Alexander in my room. “What are you doing?” I snorted. Alexander showed me his phone. “You sang a song for him?” What? Is he here to show me his phone o