Shelly POV
I sat on my chair in my office. Then Tanya came in and told me that president wants to meet me. I say OK and got up to go meet my uncle James.
His office is on the six floor beside the ceo office and a receptionist. I tell her that president wants to see me. She tell me go in. I knocked on the door. I hear a faint come in and go inside.
"Good morning sir"i greet him.
Looking up he smiled at me and said.
"Good morning love don't need to be formal...come sit down".
"Thank you uncle." I replied with a0 small smile.
He cleared his throat "so I want to asked you to do me a favor " he said with some hesitation.
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Spencer POVI just looked at her when Yash tell her to be my girlfriend. She became quite and looked at me for ten seconds then Yash. Then a faint smile formed on her beautiful full lips. That I really wanted to taste. Oh God what is happening to me."You are kidding right!!" She said."No...I'm damn serious" Yash replied."Ahaann.....why you think that I will do that" she asked him. But she's looking at me. When she looked at me with her hazel eyes I feel so nervous I don't know what happened to me. I got afraid that she will known about my thoughts that I want to do with her so I averted my eyes from her."Please shell....actually Spencer is in very serious problem he can't tr...." yash start to speak but intrupt when Shelly phone start to buzz. Sh
Third person POV:Shelly just reached the office after leaving Shaina in her school. She goes straight to the ceo office. This is the first day of her joining as the new secretary to the ceo.She knocked on the door then a faint come in is heard and she enter the office.Yash is seated on his chair behind the large oak table. All files are scattered on the table.He looked up from a file that he is working on. His eyes landed on the Shelly and a big smile stretched on his face."Finally you came...I miss you so much shell" he said and stand up from his chair. Then he engulf her in a tight hug. Shelly rolled her eyes on him."Leave me...don't be so dramtic" she said and push him away."Now get serious
Spencer POV:I feel so happy, finally she said yes. I know it's fake. But I will make it real. I just know that I want to know her personally ,in every way. I just want to become a part of her life.i feel scared when Sarah show up. i feel like she will misunderstand but she doesn't react at all. i feel sad that she doesn't feel anything towards me. But i will make her mine in every way, for that i will have to do lot more things that i really don't want to do. But I will get her.I just hope that everything goes according to me. I don't want any thing bad happened. I hope that i will get some help from Yash.After our date ,well not so really date. i drop her at her aunt place.I stopped the car and goes aroun
Shelly POV: I get up off my sleep to the sound of my alarm. Damn. I want to sleep more. I sat up on my bed and yawned. I sat on the bed with my eyes closed for five minutes then I get up and go to washroom. I do my morning business then go to kitchen to make breakfast. I glanced at the wall clock and see that it's six in the morning. I make the breakfast then I go to Shaina room. When I get in her room I see ,she's already awake. Aww my sweet Gemstone . She looked at me and smile. "Morning mamma" she said in her sleepy state. I go to her and take her in my lap. Then I kissed her on her head.
Shelly POV:I dressed up hurredily when Brenda came in and told me that Spencer is here. When I came out from my room I looked at him sitting on the carpet with my Gemstone and playing tea party with her. He has a big smile on his face and chat with her happily in child like voice. She laughed at him when he make a face or complain about the tea that it's not good.I tell him he doesn't have to do that. But he says it's okay he likes Shaina and playing with her. Then I say goodbye to Shaina and Brenda. I told Brenda that if she need anything then she can call me anytime.Then we left in his car to the club. The club name is morte. This club is really a very weird name I think it is Italian.It's opened here recently and became more popular. I get to kn
Shelly POV:so many things are happening in my life. I just feel so confused. I just want to live my life with my daughter. BUT no. God has other plans that's why this is happening to me because I can't control my feelings towards someone. Certain someone.When I walk out from the club I goes to my home. On my way back to home my phone rings continuously. Just when I got home and sat down the sofa doorbell rang.I furrowed my eyes that who could be on this time. I get up then open the door. Their stood the man that I don't want to see at that moment. But how could he get here so fast. We stared at each other.He scanned me from up to down then looked at my face." why are you come back without me" he asked.I ju
---Shelly POVThe words hung in the air between us, heavy and heart-stopping."I like you."I opened my mouth to respond, but the words were caught somewhere in my throat. Spencer’s gray eyes were fixed on me, so full of sincerity and vulnerability that I had to look away. My heart pounded like a drum, loud enough for me to wonder if he could hear it too. I had to say something—anything. But how could I, when my feelings were just as tangled and chaotic as my thoughts?“I…” I started, but before I could form a coherent sentence, the sound of a soft knock on my door interrupted us.I froze.Spencer’s hands were still cradling my face, and his lips were so close I could feel his breath on my skin. He seemed to realize the intrusion at the same time as I did because he reluctantly let go and stepped back, though his gaze never left mine.“Shelly? Are you awake?” Dolly’s voice called out softly from behind the door.My heart sank. Of all the times for her to check on me, it had to be now
--- Shelly POV The words hung in the air between us, heavy and heart-stopping. "I like you." I opened my mouth to respond, but the words were caught somewhere in my throat. Spencer’s gray eyes were fixed on me, so full of sincerity and vulnerability that I had to look away. My heart pounded like a drum, loud enough for me to wonder if he could hear it too. I had to say something—anything. But how could I, when my feelings were just as tangled and chaotic as my thoughts? “I…” I started, but before I could form a coherent sentence, the sound of a soft knock on my door interrupted us. I froze. Spencer’s hands were still cradling my face, and his lips were so close I could feel his breath on my skin. He seemed to realize the intrusion at the same time as I did because he reluctantly let go and stepped back, though his gaze never left mine. “Shelly? Are you awake?” Dolly’s voice called out softly from behind the door. My heart sank. Of all the times for her to check on me,
Chapter: Shadows and Sparks The morning was unusually quiet. Shelly’s aunt, Rita, had gone to a neighbor’s brunch, and her uncle, James, was off at his weekly golf game. The house felt calm, almost too calm, with the faint hum of the heater filling the spaces where conversation usually lived. Spencer sat on the couch, his laptop balanced on his knees as he tried to focus on some work. But his mind kept drifting back to his conversation with Yash. The frustration in Yash’s voice still echoed in his head, and though Spencer didn’t regret defending his relationship with Shelly, he couldn’t shake the sense that Yash wasn’t done meddling. Shelly entered the room, wearing a soft beige sweater and leggings. She carried two mugs of steaming coffee and handed one to Spencer before curling up beside him. “You’re brooding again,” she teased lightly, sipping her coffee. Spencer smirked but didn’t look away from his screen. “Just thinking.” “You think too much,” she said, leaning her head ag
Chapter: Cracks in the Foundation Spencer leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping his coffee as he replayed his conversation with Yash in his mind. The tension between them was palpable, and Spencer wasn’t naive—he knew this wasn’t just about Yash’s feelings for Shelly. It was deeper, messier, a blend of jealousy and betrayal that could shatter their friendship if not handled delicately. Shelly entered the kitchen, fresh from her shower, wearing one of his oversized hoodies. Her damp hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the sight of her stirred something protective in Spencer. She had no idea how deeply she’d rooted herself in his heart, how much he wanted to shield her from the chaos brewing around them. “You’re quiet this morning,” she said, grabbing a mug and pouring herself some coffee. Spencer smiled faintly. “Just thinking.” Shelly raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter opposite him. “About Yash?” He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Yeah. He’s
Chapter: The Thin Line Between Love and Chaos Spencer stirred awake to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains. His arm was draped protectively over Shelly, her warmth anchoring him to the moment. For a brief, blissful second, the world felt perfect. Then reality hit him—the outside world, with all its chaos and complexities, waited just beyond these walls. Shelly stirred beneath his arm, her soft smile greeting him. “Morning,” she whispered, her voice raspy and warm. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. For a moment, he debated pulling her closer, keeping her in this cocoon of peace. But Spencer’s mind was already racing. He’d heard from Yash the previous evening—a cryptic text that sent a clear message: We need to talk. Spencer couldn’t ignore the tension building between him and Yash. Their friendship had always been solid, but Yash’s growing jealousy over Spencer’s relationship with Shelly was becoming a ticking ti
(Spencer’s Point of View) The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden glow over Shelly's sleeping form. I lay there, my arm draped around her waist, watching her breathe softly. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, and her lips were slightly parted in a way that made my chest tighten. She looked peaceful, so different from the Shelly who carried the weight of her past every day. This... this was perfect. For the first time in years, I felt like I didn’t have to put up walls or pretend to be someone I wasn’t. I didn’t have to be the arrogant Spencer Brown or the guy with a reputation to uphold. With Shelly, I could just be. I brushed a strand of hair off her face, and she stirred, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw me, she smiled—a sleepy, unguarded smile that made my heart race. “Good morning,” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “Morning, gorgeous,” I replied, leaning down to kiss her forehead. She snuggled closer, her head resting on my chest.
Spencer stirred awake to the soft glow of morning light filtering through Shelly’s curtains. For a moment, he didn’t open his eyes, content to stay in the warmth of her bed, her presence grounding him in a way nothing else ever had. He could feel Shelly curled up beside him, her head resting on his chest, her steady breaths a comforting rhythm. It was a new feeling for Spencer—waking up next to someone he cared for so deeply, someone who made him want to savor every moment of life. When Shelly shifted slightly, her nose nuzzling against his chest, Spencer opened his eyes. He looked down to see her stirring awake, her lashes fluttering before her warm brown eyes met his. “Good morning,” he whispered, his voice husky from sleep. Shelly smiled, a soft, dreamy smile that made his heart skip a beat. “Good morning,” she replied, her voice barely above a murmur. For a moment, they just lay there, neither of them in a hurry to break the spell of the morning. Spencer’s fingers found thei
Spencer's heart raced as he knocked on Shelly’s door that evening. He had spent the entire day thinking about her, imagining the way her smile lit up a room, the way her hand felt in his. Tonight, they had planned a quiet dinner at her aunt and uncle’s place, but Spencer hoped for something more—a moment just for the two of them. When Shelly opened the door, Spencer felt his breath catch. She wore a simple maroon sweater dress that hugged her curves, her hair cascading over her shoulders. She smiled, and Spencer’s world narrowed to just her. “Hey,” she said softly, stepping aside to let him in. “Hey,” he replied, unable to stop himself from leaning in to kiss her cheek. Dinner with Rita and James was warm and lively, as always. Rita insisted on feeding Spencer an extra serving of her famous chicken casserole, and James teased him about his inability to turn down seconds. Shelly laughed at their banter, and Spencer couldn’t help but feel at home with her family. But the real anti
Spencer leaned against the railing of his family’s porch, the cool night air brushing against his face. He glanced back toward the warmly lit windows of his home where his parents were finishing up dishes, their laughter echoing softly. Tonight had been perfect. The memory of Shelly’s kiss lingered, a warmth spreading through him each time he replayed it in his mind. He had waited for this, unsure if she’d ever fully trust him enough to let her guard down. But now, there was no doubt—she was his, and he was hers. As he walked through the garden to collect his thoughts, Spencer couldn’t help but think about how much Shelly had transformed his world. Before her, life had been steady but uninspiring—work, gym, casual outings with Simon and Timmy, and the occasional family dinner. Now, everything felt brighter. Every moment with Shelly felt purposeful, like he was building something meaningful. But he wasn’t blind to the challenges that came with dating her. Her past was a shadow that
As autumn fully embraced New York with its crisp air and vibrant leaves, Shelly and Spencer's relationship blossomed like a late-blooming flower. They were officially a couple now, finding solace and joy in each other's company. Every stolen glance, every gentle touch, and every shared laugh strengthened their bond. Spencer often came over to Shelly's aunt Rita and uncle James's house under the pretext of casual visits, though it was clear to everyone why he was really there. Rita, ever the romantic at heart, seemed delighted by the budding relationship, while James kept a watchful but approving eye on Spencer. One evening, as the sun set in a cascade of orange and pink hues, Spencer invited Shelly over to his family’s house for dinner. Georgia and Neill Brown welcomed Shelly warmly, their kindness making her feel at ease. Claire, Spencer’s sister, playfully teased her brother throughout the evening, much to his chagrin. “Shelly, I hope you know my brother isn’t as cool as he pret
As autumn fully embraced New York with its crisp air and vibrant leaves, Shelly and Spencer's relationship blossomed like a late-blooming flower. They were officially a couple now, finding solace and joy in each other's company. Every stolen glance, every gentle touch, and every shared laugh strengthened their bond. Spencer often came over to Shelly's aunt Rita and uncle James's house under the pretext of casual visits, though it was clear to everyone why he was really there. Rita, ever the romantic at heart, seemed delighted by the budding relationship, while James kept a watchful but approving eye on Spencer. One evening, as the sun set in a cascade of orange and pink hues, Spencer invited Shelly over to his family’s house for dinner. Georgia and Neill Brown welcomed Shelly warmly, their kindness making her feel at ease. Claire, Spencer’s sister, playfully teased her brother throughout the evening, much to his chagrin. “Shelly, I hope you know my brother isn’t as cool as he pret