There was a ding, and with it, the elevator doors opened. I stepped out with Adonis following me, and I stopped dead short. The apartment's room which seemed like a living room was huge but with a minimalist approach. It was decorated in all grey, with sleek, modern furniture that gave it a sophisticated and elegant feel. As I took a step forward, Adonis put his hand on my shoulder and gently guided me towards the couch. "Make yourself comfortable," he said with a smile. "Can I get you something to drink?" "Water, please," I replied, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the grandeur of the apartment. As Adonis disappeared into the kitchen, I took a moment to look around. The living room was impressive, with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a stunning view of the city skyline. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, I was sure at the daytime the room most likely would be filled with natural light that must highlight the space's unique features even more. Adonis returned with a g
I quickly got down and looked for a cab. I needed to leave the place. He knew where my car was parked. I gave the instructions to the cab driver and reached the parking lot. Though it was hardest at the moment to drive right now but I needed to do that. Once I reached my apartment, I took a sigh of relief. Aniya wasn’t home yet. I straight away got to my room and fell on the bed. And just then I realized, my cheeks were wet. I was crying. Aniya’s pov: The man whom I spent the night with was courteous enough to treat me to a lavish breakfast at his place. A day out with friends and a nice evening with a gorgeous man. What more can one ask for? Humming to myself I entered the apartment and got off my sandals, tossing them carelessly. It was good that Eve was still sleeping otherwise she would have strangled my neck. I went to my room and changed into something comfortable. Yesterday I offered Eve to bring her friend to the apartment. We were not allowed to bring random men just fo
Questions started racing through my mind. What the hell was he doing here? Did he know I would be here? Was he still angry with me for leaving without saying anything? Not even a goodbye?I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself, but my nerves were getting the best of me. I couldn't face Adonis, not after everything that had happened between us that night. After I left him without any explanation.Slowly, I got up from the table and turned to face him. He was wearing a suit! A damn black suit and looked hotter than ever.“Y…you people know each other?” I heard Justin’s confused voice slicing through the air.Before I could answer him, Adonis spoke up measuring me with a challenging smirk, “Very well. Right, Ms. Evelyne?”My eyes snapped up to his face when I heard my name escaping his mouth. He was smiling but that smile didn’t reach his eyes. It didn’t belong to the man who used to be friendly and easygoing with me.This one had this icy touch that was enough to chill my bone
“You are hiding something. We know that. Either it’s related to Adonis. The man you met a few days back or it’s related to Elijah, Justin’s friend, who you seem to know. Whatever it is. We don’t want to pry into your life, Eve. But please remember. We are your friends, and we want to let you know that we will always be there by your side no matter what you decide.” Ashley was holding my hand, sitting at the edge of the bed. Hooking her thumbs in her shorts pockets, Aniya was standing looking at us. Justin was leaning against the doorframe listening to his wife but didn’t comment. To avoid Adonis, I had decided to stay here but my friends knew there was something, I was not letting them know. Justin cleared his throat, “By any chance… Is any of these men trying to stalk you or bully you?” Justin asked me sincerely. I shook my head quietly trying to control the tears that were at the brink of my eyes. How to tell my friends that Elijah and Adonis were the names of the same man? No,
Elijah povShe looked a little taken aback when I told her that I was the owner of this club. For some reason, she was avoiding me, but her body seemed to give a different message.She told me earlier that she could not go further with our relationship but right now she was leaning in on me as if she was most secure in my arms. The girl was giving me mixed signals.I was in my office when I got a glimpse of her on my camera screen, entering the club. The face I was waiting for, for the last few days. As always, she looked beautiful but highly disturbed. I was still trying to decide if I should go after her or not, as the girl clearly used to get uneasy by my presence.Initially, she was ok with our closeness but after our night of passion, I didn’t know what got into her. The first time I saw her in this club, I thought she was a model with her jet-black hair and smooth, shiny long legs. It was expected that she might be a spoiled brat.But oh, man. She was an amazing human with a gol
Aniya’s pov Owning a cleaning company certainly comes with its own set of challenges. Customers may have high expectations and demands, while employees may have their own concerns and issues. It's important to establish rules and guidelines to ensure that everyone is on the same page and that the business runs smoothly. As an owner of the cleaning company, I implemented a rule that was supposed to provide the employees with a 10% commission, based on the amount of revenue generated from my clients. This was a common practice in sales-based industries, where employees were incentivized to generate more business and increase revenue. My mantra was, offering a commission can motivate employees to work harder and provide better service to clients in order to earn more money. It can also help to increase employee loyalty and reduce turnover, as employees feel valued and appreciated for their contributions to the company's success. “I am supposed to get the commission of cleaning Mr. Be
Aniya’s pov:As soon as our coffee orders were taken, I began grilling Elijah. "What do you want to talk about, Mr. Elijah? If you are expecting me to tell you about Eve's whereabouts, then I am sorry."I was exhausted after a long day at work and all I wanted was a warm bath. I agreed to meet him because I wanted to see my friend’s happiness again."No. I don't want any whereabouts, Ms. Aniya. I need a favor," he replied, his voice pleading.I scrunched my nose and looked up at him, curious but also wary. "And what is that favor?" I asked.He looked at me, and I noticed the under-bags around his eyes, evidence of sleepless nights and too much pressure. He took a deep breath before speaking again."Can you convince Eve as a friend to let me talk to her? To let me in her life for a little while? Just ask her to give me a chance."What was it about these men? They make you run away in the opposite direction and then they come after you waggling their tails. Earlier it was Tyler and now
Eve’s pov As we stood in the kitchen, I reached up and lightly touched his lips, causing him to gulp down nervously. He hadn't been expecting the sudden contact, but he couldn't help the warmth that spread through his eyes at my touch. Slowly, his arms came around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I missed you," he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing. "I missed us, Eve." My heart swelled at his words, and I knew what he was talking about. Because I felt the same way. "I missed us too," I replied softly, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. For a moment, we just stood there, lost in each other's embrace. The warmth of his body against mine felt like home, and I knew that I never wanted to let him go. "Can we start again?" he asked suddenly, his voice hesitant but filled with hope. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. I could see the vulnerability there, the fear of rejection. But I knew that I couldn't deny him this. Not when I felt the same way. It migh
Hello readers. I hope you liked all the books. As I told you before, Marwick's story will be out on 1st July 2023 (fingers crossed).Here is a little blurb but sort of incomplete...You are the CEO of a big company and looking for your wife for the last five years. The same wife you left at the altar. You don't know anything about her. Except that she has azure eyes that kept you awake all those nights. You are looking for her everywhere like a madman, without an idea that she might be right there under your nose. Working as your PA. Title :Gosh! The CEO's assistant is NOT a Boy! (Hired a girl By Mistake) (If you are on my socials please don't tell the title there. No spoilers please ;-)) Love you all.xoxoLisa Salman-author
Sophia’s pov: Colter was smart, intelligent, and the school’s soccer team captain. For every girl, he was an ideal. But he chose me as his girlfriend. We were good initially but then he started showing his true colors. “Your cousin is a creep, Sophie. He keeps staring at you. The little boy can’t control his urges,” he used to make fun of Rowan and I never liked it. “He is NOT my cousin, Colt.” I used to defend Rowan and that used to annoy him even more. “Yeah. Whatever. He is younger, Sophie. Just a kid! Don’t ever forget that. Trust me! Nobody wants to date a baby.” His remark tugged my heartstrings that day. Every other day he used to get aggressive and used to remind me that Rowan was just a mere kid. Most of the time his aggression used to be due to Rowan. He disliked it when Rowan used to sit right opposite our place in the cafeteria. He easily could get offended if he would find Rowan, visiting my place. I tried convincing him that Rowan was a family friend but failed.
Rowan’s pov:The girl in my arms was sleeping soundly. She was making me feel like my arms were the best place where she could get that deep sleep. She was making me feel like I was a safe haven for her.That fuc*ker Colter tried to take away her spirit. Her soul. But she did it. She defeated him. The day she called me for help, I knew how much courage she must have gathered to do it. To type that single message. That single word.“Rowan!” she murmured in her sleep and stirred in my arms.“Go to sleep, Sophie. You are safe.” I said and closed my eyes but the she-devil close to me, kept rubbing herself against me intimately.“Soph!” I whispered and she made a pout in her sleep and opened her sleep-filled hooded eyes to look at me, “Go to sleep, love.”I tried to control my desire shooting up by her touch. She shook her head and started rubbing her cheek against my chest skin.“You smell amazing, Rowan.” She started kissing my chest and then climbed up to bring her face close to mine, “
Rowan Levisay pov I looked down at the delicate girl in my arms who, very slowly, was now getting closer to me. She already lived in my heart and had, at last, started seeing me. The only difference was, she spotted me after twenty-five goddamn years. And I noticed her when I was just two. She used to sit cozily in bed with my sisters. I could hear their giggling sounds in my cot and always wanted to get down so that I could join the fun. Sometimes, Mom used to allow me to go to them. They used to cuddle me in between and all I wanted at that time was to sit beside my girl. She used to get irritated by my presence, and how I used to cling to her, stare at her. “Mom! I think she doesn’t like me.” While growing up, the four years old me, asked my mom. She smiled and made me sit on her lap. “She might see you if you stop clinging to her. Nobody likes that, Rowan. Everyone loves to have some space, son.” In my teenage years, I could never make a steady girlfriend. Because they all u
Sophia’s pov. Restless, I continued to toss and turn in my bed, the weight of my past worries pressing heavily upon my chest. The hushed murmurs drifting up from downstairs did confirm what I already knew. My parents were still awake and their concern for me was refusing to let them succumb to sleep. Normally, my parents were early sleepers, but tonight was different. Tonight, their parental instincts were on high alert, their worry for me was palpable in the air. Ever since I could remember, they were protective of me and had shielded me from harm, nurtured me with unwavering love and care. As my adoptive parents, they made me and Jackson their utmost priority. They never let us feel that I was adopted and that Jackson was their own blood. As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help but reflect on the countless times they had been my pillars of strength. They had been my unwavering support, always there to lend a hand or offer to just listen to me. To make me feel heard. And now,
Emerald's pov: The weight of her words settled upon us like a heavy burden, each of us grappling with our own emotions. But at that moment, amidst the chaos of thoughts and feelings, one thing was clear — Sophie had endured some kind of ordeal. Something that was beyond our thoughts, and we had to listen, support, and help her find solace in our embrace. “Talk to us, love.” Rafael encouraged her to speak, “What is it? What did Colt do to you?” his voice seemed tense. “If I will tell you then would you believe me?” She asked Rafael innocently. Like a baby. Gosh! I wanted to cry. I could not wait to be alone and cry in my husband’s arms. But right now, we both needed to stay strong. “Yes, we will.” Abigail spoke with determination, “You are our kid. Why won’t we trust you?” The moment Abigail said that Sophia started crying. Her tears started slipping down her smooth cheeks. “Sophie?” Rafael and I both called her name. We both were shocked. “Mom! Dad! The one month I was with him
Emerald's pov:Sophia was trembling while taking hesitant steps forward. She looked exhausted as if she had been through an ordeal that no words could adequately describe. The room remained silent, each of us holding our breath, waiting for her to speak.I saw Hunter gesturing for his investigators to leave the room without a sound.Finally, Sophia’s voice broke the silence, which was weak yet determined. "I... I'm sorry. I never meant to cause you all this worry. It's... it's complicated. I'll explain, I promise."Rafael and I exchanged glances, a mix of relief and concern etched on our faces. We moved closer to Sophia, enveloping her in a gentle embrace, offering comfort and reassurance. The room slowly came alive with a mixture of relief, confusion, and a silent desire for answers.Hunter, his voice laced with a mix of relief and urgency, stepped forward. "Sophie, we've been searching for you. Where have you been? Are you alright?"Sophia took a deep breath, her eyes darting around
Emerald Wyatt pov: (Sophia’s foster mom)“Emerald. Stop crying.” Abigail Levisay hugged me tightly, “Hunter has called Rowan and he will be here any minute. We will find Sophie. Don’t lose hope.”Tears were streaming down my face. I was sitting on the armchair, clutching a tissue in my trembling hands. Abigail Levisay … my compassionate friend and Rowan’s mom was kneeling beside me, offering comfort.I was sobbing uncontrollably, struggling to compose myself.“I can't help it, Abigail. I'm so scared for Sophie. It's been two days, and we still have no idea where she could be. And now with Colter found dead ... What if something terrible has happened to my daughter too?”Abigail wrapped her arms around me, holding me tightly.She shushed me gently, “I know, darling. It's an incredibly distressing situation, but we have to stay strong. We can't lose hope. Hunter has called Rowan, and he's on his way here. Rowan has connections. Along with Hunter, he can locate Sophie. We're going to fin
Sophia pov:Without another word, he started rubbing my back with soapy hands. Placing my palms on the bathroom walls, I closed my eyes feeling his touch on my body and then my hair with a whiff of my shampoo. He opened the shower and started washing the sand off my hair. I held my breath when I felt his hands unusually lingering on my bre*asts.“May I?” I asked him, offering him the same comfort. He slowly shook his head and wrapped a bathrobe around me.“I can’t risk that, Sophie.” He draped a towel around my hair like a turban. He was still wearing his costume while I was there without a piece of clothing, “I can take my shower later.”True to his word, he didn’t even bat an eye on my nak*edness.“I promise, I would be decent enough not to sed*uce you,” I said mischievously making him chuckle.“And do you think that would make me happy, princess?” he placed his palms on either side of me on the walls of the bathroom behind me,His eyes were searching mine with a mixture of seriousn