ELOISE
If they gave out awards for being unlucky in relationships, I'd have a trophy case full of them. It was like I had a Ph.D. in heartbreak and a black belt in rejection.
I couldn't entirely blame the guys, but if I had to place blame on something, it would have to be my issues.
Jenna had set me up for a blind date at this exquisite restaurant in Midtown tonight. She told me this guy was a friend of a friend, and she'd been insistent in the past few days to the point where she was already bugging me.
She had shown him my picture, and he became interested in knowing more about me. He'd already sent me flowers this morning, and I didn't want to be rude, so I decided to go so I could decline him politely face-to-face. What was his name again? I didn't even bother remembering.
I finally arrived in front of the restaurant. I tucked away those unruly strands of my wavy red hair behind my ears, adding a touch of blush and lip gloss to complete the look.
I paused momentarily, realizing I'd forgotten to put on my contact lenses, revealing my jade-green eyes. I didn't fancy them being green, so I usually covered them with brown lenses.
I parked the car and stepped out. The place was definitely top-notch.
The ambiance oozed romance with the soft piano instrumental playing in the restaurant. Maybe giving this date a shot wouldn't be that bad. I confidently approached the grand entrance.
A waiter donned in a white shirt under a crisp black vest and a red bow tie greeted me with a beam. "Good evening, madam. How may I assist you this fine evening?"
"I have a reservation under the name Eloise Walker."
"Eloise Walker is expected," he confirmed, even without looking at a guest book. "Your reservation is a table for two. Will you be waiting for your company?"
"No, I'm running late. My date should be here. I'm just going to look for him."
I scanned the restaurant, and my eyes landed on a man sitting alone in the right corner near the window, calmly sipping his champagne. He was the only soul having dinner alone in the place. It had to be him. Just the sight of his broad shoulders and the impeccably tailored suit set my heart racing.
"Of course, madam. Welcome to La Fantaisie," he said politely, allowing me to walk inside. Then, I almost hesitantly approached the man by the window, wondering how to introduce myself.
Slowly, my field of vision began to reveal itself as I stepped closer. I gasped upon seeing him.
He was breathtaking.
Calling him beautiful would almost be an understatement. He radiated grace, sophistication, and a certain badassness if that's even a word, in how he carried his well-built and broad physique. Every feature on his face was impeccably proportioned. I had never come across a man quite like him.
His golden complexion, coupled with his dark hair, was an exquisite combination. Even his nose appeared flawlessly sculpted. And his cupid bow mouth… so temptingly firm and rosy. His navy blue three-piece suit clung deliciously to his frame as if tailored exclusively for him.
Every hair on my body stood at attention. God, he even resembled a magnificent scene from a romance novel brought to life.
When he finally looked up and our eyes locked, his jaw tensed, and a scowl crossed his face. I nearly dropped to my knees. I hadn't noticed him rising from his seat, and I quickly sidestepped to avoid colliding with him.
"I've got you," he spoke, his voice deep and inviting. He had caught me just in time. Did he realize I was on the verge of falling? Was it because of him?
Mr. Suit steadied me and then resumed his seat before his food. He must be pissed. I averted my gaze to his plate, nervously biting my lower lip. Even just gazing at him sent electric tingles coursing through my inner thighs.
I furrowed my brow. He was already eating. Why didn't he wait for me? Was it because I was late that he began without me?
I took a seat in the vacant chair across from him. Usually, I waited for the guys to start the conversations, but this man… he was captivating.
I cleared my throat. "Hi," I greeted.
He paused, chewing on his steak. "Hi?"
"I'm Eloise." I chuckled.
"May I take your order, miss?" a younger waiter interjected this time.
My eyes remained fixed on Mr. Suit's face. "Um, I'll have the same—" I swallowed "—as he does."
"Right away, ma'am," he smiled politely before walking away.
"I'm sorry for being a bit late," I confessed. Why was I the only one starting the conversation?
"I can see that," he said glacially. Did I upset him? He avoided looking at me, yet he paused his steak-eating endeavors with a trace of annoyance. He grabbed a white cloth and gently wiped his mouth.
"What's your name?" I continued.
He sighed and adjusted his posture in the chair, straightening his back.
"Adam," he uttered, his brows knitting together but never bothered offering a handshake. Well, I'd rather call him Mr. Suit.
"Thanks for the flowers you sent me. That's very thoughtful of you."
He raised an eyebrow at me but didn't answer.
Oh, that wasn't a good reaction. He already looked disinterested and bored. Maybe he thought I was prettier in pictures than in person, so he changed his mind.
I'd only had one serious relationship and some flings in my life, so I had already reached a point where I already knew when guys weren't into their date.
"Alright, I think I should leave," I informed him. That's what I intended to do anyway.
"Why? I haven't done anything." Finally, Mr. Suit smiled, and it was a truly heavenly sight.
I returned his smile. "Well... you see, Adam, I'm not used to this. It's just that Jenna was so insistent."
"This should be interesting," he interrupted, pouring himself a glass of champagne and another for me. "Don't worry, this one's on me," he assured.
I nodded, grinning like a fool. "She told me that too."
"Told you what?" He swirled his champagne glass and sniffed it. I bit my lower lip, observing the scene in front of me. How could someone drink so seductively?
My phone suddenly vibrated, interrupting the moment. I excused myself and glanced at the screen. It was Jenna calling. Perhaps she wanted to know how my date was going.
"Can I take this?" I inquired, seeking permission from Mr. Suit.
He shrugged, letting me. I answered the call.
"Hello, Jenna?"
"Thank goodness you answered. I've been calling you for an hour," she exclaimed, relieved.
I chuckled. "Relax. I'm fine. I'm already here. You didn't tell me anything about this guy," I said, looking at Mr. Suit, who was observing me with intense, captivating eyes. I quickly shifted my gaze.
"What are you talking about?" She sounded surprised. "Where are you? We're already here!"
"You're at the restaurant?" I furrowed my brow, confused.
"Yes, damn it. Nick is already here waiting for you. Where are you?"
"I told you, I'm already here. Jenna, don't bother me. This is the first time someone has stayed for over five minutes," I whispered into the phone. I bit my lip and glanced at Mr. Suit. He was staring at me inexplicably, but it was alluring and intense.
"What are you talking about? Nick is here with me, and he was waiting for you half an hour ago," she said, clearly furious. What on earth was she talking about? Who cared if her date's name was Nick?
"Look, Jenna. I don't know—" I began, but then it hit me.
Oh my God! What if —
I looked at the man in front of me. "You're not my date, are you?"
He shook his head.
"And you knew it?"
He smirked.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Hello, Eloise? Hello!" Jenna was shouting on the other end.
Oh my God, that was so embarrassing. My head felt as if it were going to burst. Maybe he was staring at me because he thought I was ridiculous.
"There you are!" Jenna finally arrived with Nick. He looked… average.
"May I excuse her for a minute?" Like me, she smiled at him with such sweetness, clearly star-struck.
"Anytime," he responded.
Jenna grabbed my hand and dragged me toward their reserved table.
ELOISE“God, Eloise! What were you doing over there?” Jenna accused me incredulously and on the verge of laughing.“That was embarrassing, Jenna! Where were you? That guy out there made me a laughingstock because of you!”She burst into laughter. “Are you crazy? Did you really think I know a guy like him? I mean, just look at him,” Jenna continued to laugh.“I know, I know,” I sighed.“He’s hot. Want to go back?”“It’s not funny. Get me out of here, cover my face, do something!” I rolled my eyes.“I’m sorry. Did you seriously think it was him? Oh, God.” She cleared her throat. “By the way, this is Nick. Nick, meet Eloise.”Nick seemed decent. He had a preppy appearance—polished and youthful. He wasn’t exactly the person Jenna had described. No wonder I mistook Mr. Suit for him. But honestly, I didn’t care anymore. Nick shook my hand and started a conversation.“Pleasure to finally meet you, Eloise.”I managed a half-hearted smile. “Likewise.”We settled at our reserved table, with Jen
ELOISEI woke up in the morning, fully conscious of what happened last night. Despite being wasted, I remembered Mr. Suit chauffeuring me home while Jenna played the doorman and guided me to bed.The car mix-up was embarrassing, but the real concern was how I allowed a stranger to take charge of my helpless self. I never let those kinds of situations happen to me. Who knows, I could have ended up with some psycho taking advantage of my drunken state. It was reassuring to think I wouldn't meet Mr. Suit again.Jenna was casually sipping her coffee and flipping through a magazine at the kitchen counter. She had been my housemate for a couple of years in the apartment my dad gave me. She used to work in my department until she found another job that suited her experience. But even after leaving the company, she stayed in the apartment with me. Living in such a spacious place alone could get lonely. Of course, I didn't ask her to pay for the rent, but we shared the household expenses.My
ELOISEMr. Suit looked even more stunning than last night, like a knight in shining armor with his angelic face and princely stance. My eyes hurt seeing him shining so brightly, like staring at the sun. His ocean-blue eyes were light and deep, drawing me in and making me want to be lost in them. And there was something about him, an irresistible charm that could make any woman feel butterflies in her stomach and a tingle between her legs. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored gray suit, looking sharp and clean. He had an air of formality that would make anyone think twice before accidentally bumping into him.But then, he raised an eyebrow. What the heck was he doing here in the office? And it looked like he came to see Chase. Did they know each other? How was that even possible? I’d been working at this company for a year, and I’d never seen Mr. Suit around before.Hold on. What if he came here on purpose to get back at me for what happened last night? Nah, that couldn’t be true. I
ELOISE Adam said I should be at the restaurant by eight, but where was he? I scanned the place, growing more impatient as the minutes ticked by. It was already eight-fifteen, and there was no sign of him. And speaking of my new bosses, Zoey was the other managing director for marketing but didn’t come to the office. I had a feeling Chase told her about me being in the company. I knew our paths would cross again, but did it have to be like this? “Good evening, Ms. Walker,” another voice suddenly said, interrupting my thoughts. It was the maître d. “Mr. Sebastian is waiting for you, miss. Let me take you to him,” he said, showing me his usual smile like last night. “Where is he?” “If you would kindly follow me, miss.” I nodded and followed him as he led me upstairs to the restaurant’s second floor. And there was Adam, standing right by a table in the center of the room. The whole place was adorned with fancy linens, curtains, and flowers in every corner. The tables were set with
ELOISE At exactly nine o’clock, Chase and Zoey arrived. Chase had changed into a tailored gray pinstriped suit, looking as painfully handsome as ever. Zoey clung to his arm, radiating a newfound beauty. Her silky blonde hair was shorter, and I admit it made her even more classy. She wore an exquisite Louboutin baby pink floral dress and a pair of designer stilettos that emphasized her ass even more. Her eyes widened upon seeing me, and a playful smile danced on her lips. “Oh my God.” Her gaze scanned me from head to toe. “So it’s true. Chase did find you.” Found me? I scoffed. As if he even tried. I mustered a sarcastic smile. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She chuckled mockingly. “How could I forget?” “Zoey,” Chase cautioned. “Alright, guys, have a seat.” Adam motioned for them to join us. Chase sat across from us, looking uncomfortable and fidgeting. He kept staring at me, but I avoided his gaze. “I didn’t know you knew Eloise, Adam. How did that happen? Care to tell us?”
ELOISE “And let me assure you, I always get what I want,” Adam said, evading a direct answer when I had every reason to question him. “You’re being too egotistical, don’t you think?” “Come. We’ll continue this discussion tomorrow. I’ll drive you home.” Adam dropped me off in front of my apartment building, his familiarity with my address not escaping my notice. The question still lingered when he left: Why couldn’t I resist him? I wasted no time as soon as I reached my door. I pulled out my phone and Googled his name. With Jenna out for the night, I had the place all to myself. Perfect for satisfying my curiosity about him. My screen was immediately filled with pictures and articles. He was often spotted in the company of celebrities and influential individuals like politicians and businesspeople. However, there was a common thread among all the women he was seen with—they were all redheads. Like me. It was strange, considering my wild, untamed red hair, which never seemed t
ELOISE Despite my doubts, I had no choice but to play along. Once inside the elevator, I removed the coat from my head and confronted them. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “We’re saving you, obviously,” Chase snapped. “And those people won’t stop until they get their answers,” Zoey said, folding her arms. “Why are you doing this?” I asked skeptically. “Last time I checked, we weren’t exactly friends.” She smirked. “Listen up, sweetheart. This is the mess you signed up for. Be grateful we showed up on time. But don’t get it wrong, though. We didn’t do this for you,” she said. Of course not. She did it for Adam because she was still fucking him. I wasn’t blind. “I didn’t ask for your help anyway.” “You’re still so naïve,” she remarked. “You know nothing about Adam. Do you think he really likes you? No. You’re just another one of his—” “Stop it, Zoey. Goddammit!” Chase yelled, his voice echoing in the elevator. “Please.” “Don’t yell at me. How is this my fault?” She
ELOISE We walked past the busy employees in the hallway, trying not to draw too much attention because of Adam’s commanding presence. It felt utterly ridiculous. Then we reached the elevator and stepped inside with three other people looking our way. We descended to the parking level, and I sandwiched myself in the back row. And there it was, his new car, a shiny black Rolls Royce, parked next to my Aston Martin, turning the parking area into a display of luxurious sports cars. “Is that new?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “I couldn’t risk someone throwing up on my window again,” he joked, opening the passenger door. “Get in.” I hesitated for a moment. “Where are we going? It’s my lunch break.” He flashed a mischievous smile. “Then you’ll eat your lunch. Get in,” he repeated, gesturing for me to enter the car. Adam took his place behind the wheel and began navigating his way out of the building. A fact crossed my mind when we hit the road. “Ms. Craig mentioned earlier you’re pl