ELOISE
I 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 head was pounding like crazy, and I felt dead tired, but I had a jam-packed day at the office.
"Oh, you're up." She closed the magazine she was reading. "What happened last night?"
I groaned. "As if you don't already know. You were the one who opened the damn door for me."
Her eyes widened in surprise, followed by a big grin. "I'm starting to be wary of you. They say when you're wasted, you won't remember a damn thing."
"That's bullshit. People just pretend not to remember to save face after acting all stupid."
"Yeah, I've pulled that move too. So, what happened? Why didn't Nick give you a lift? Instead, you had the pleasure of that sexy male specimen?" Jenna grinned.
I shared the story of Nick being an asshole and the car mix-up and downplayed the rest. "That's pretty much it. I'll be heading back to that restaurant later to retrieve my car."
"I'm really sorry about Nick. I shouldn't have skipped the background check. He seemed alright until you dropped that bomb," she sighed.
"It's not your fault, but I swear I'll never go on a blind date again," I vowed.
"Still, I initiated it. Anyway, I can drop you along the way," she offered.
"Thanks, but I better hurry. I'll head to the bathroom first."
"Alright," she replied. "Oh, and about last night... never mind." She brushed it off with a shrug.
Today was a big day because it marked the arrival of the new bosses. The managing directors for the marketing and creative departments were stepping in. Generations Entertainment Inc. was about to change management after the firm became a subsidiary of an even larger parent company, Sebastian Pictures.
There were no grand entrances, welcome parties, or fancy events. They were just going to waltz in and start working like usual. Rumor had it they were dispatched from SP headquarters, one of the US media and film industry giants. I had always wondered what it would be like to work for them, and now, here they were, about to bring their influence to our workplace.
We rolled into the office right at eight. With our heavy workload, Ms. Craig, my senior art director, expected us to be there by eight. I strutted confidently past her office, and she kept her trap shut.
Around ten-thirty, she called her two juniors to come to her office. Trina and I wasted no time and headed straight there. Ms. Craig stood behind her desk, chatting with someone who seemed casually interested in the portfolios on the shelves.
"Good morning, Ms. Craig," Trina greeted her and then flashed an excited grin in my direction.
Ms. Craig returned our greeting with a smile. "Ah, there you are. I'd like to introduce you to our new managing director for the creative department." She stepped aside, giving us a full view of the person she had been conversing with. Instantly, my heart tightened in my chest. "He's one of the big shots who joined us from Sebastian Pictures' headquarters. Say hello to Mr. Chase Cromwell. Oh, I'd also like to mention that the CEO of SP is visiting our offices today," Ms. Craig added.
I instantly brushed off the news about another important figure coming today. Someone was standing right in front of me who had already had my heart shattered into a million pieces for my damn cousin.
Chase fucking Cromwell.
"Good morning, ladies," he greeted us with a charming smile.
I swallowed hard. He was even hotter and sexier than before, blindingly so. Facing him like this was unbearable. Why did fate have to play with us?
"Mr. Cromwell, these are my two favorites, your junior art directors, Trina Jackson and Eloise Walker," Ms. Craig introduced us.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, ladies," he said, extending his hand to us. Did he still recognize me? Had it only been six years?
"I'm Trina Jackson." Trina cheerfully shook his hand.
"I-I'm Eloise Walker," I stuttered, glancing at the floor.
"Eloise Walker, of course," he responded.
I bit my lip. The attraction was still there, lingering between us. He gently shook my hand, and I felt an electric current pass through me even as he let go.
"Ms. Walker is someone I knew before," he informed everyone. How could he say it so casually? I had no interest in letting them know about our history.
Ms. Craig and Trina glanced at me curiously.
"From college," I told them, which was half of the truth.
"Oh? That must be quite a surprise for you, Ms. Walker. Or did you already know?" Ms. Craig inquired.
"I had no idea," I answered honestly.
"Very well, Mr. Cromwell," Ms. Craig said, flashing me a peculiar smile. "They will assist you with everything you need, as I mentioned this morning."
"I see." He nodded. "Unfortunately, my company will be late. You can introduce them again when they arrive. Can you handle that?" he asked Ms. Craig.
"Of course, sir," Ms. Craig replied.
"You may leave," he dismissed, but his eyes fixed on me. "Except you, Ms. Walker," he added. "May I have a word with her, Ms. Craig?"
"Sure, Mr. Cromwell."
They exited the room, leaving me alone with Chase. Trina shot me a meaningful smile before leaving.
Honestly, I had been waiting for this moment to come, but now that it was here, I realized I wasn't ready to face him again.
"How are you, El?" he asked, looking into my eyes with sincerity.
"Don't call me that," I snapped.
He let out a sigh. "It's been a while, Eloise."
"Yes, six fucking years with no explanations. But I guess I don't deserve one, right? Congrats on your shiny new position. I guess I should start looking for a new job."
"Don't be like that." He sighed again, clearly getting frustrated. "You knew it wasn't like that."
I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, really? So, knowing that I turned down my dad's money, you conveniently found comfort in my cousin?"
"I've already told you it wasn't like that!"
God, why the hell did I even start? I was just so mad.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought that up. Is there something else you wanted to discuss, Mr. Cromwell?" I said, trying to steer the conversation in a more professional direction.
"How have you been after you left New York?" he asked, his tone sounding concerned, but I found it hard to believe his question. This was so messed up.
"I'm doing fine, I guess," I replied coldly.
"You have no idea how worried I've been about you. Honestly, I'm both surprised and relieved to see you here. When did you come back?"
"And what about you? How's life been living off Zoey's money? I heard you still haven't proposed," I taunted.
"Cut it out, El," he snapped.
"No?" I smirked. "Looks like guilt has finally caught up with you."
"I've worked my ass off for this, Eloise," he shot back. "Through my blood, sweat, and tears. And I've already paid her back for the money you're talking about."
Suddenly, a knock echoed from the door.
"Well, good for you," I snapped, brushing off the interruption with a sarcastic smile. "Can we wrap this up? I've got a million things to deal with."
"Why are you acting like this?"
"Like what?"
"Don't act like you feel nothing for me. You've been asking Kenneth about me."
Kenneth, Zoey's brother, apparently still kept in touch with me. I told him to keep his mouth shut.
"I asked about both of you. There's a difference," I muttered. "And I don't feel a damn thing about you," I lied, afraid that I might appear too obvious.
"You know I never loved Zoey, but you never trusted me."
"Yeah, and yet you're still happily together," I scoffed. "I'm out of here, and please—"
The door swung open, catching our attention. "Sorry, man. They said you were already… here."
Oh, crap. The timing couldn't be more perfect.
It was Mr. Suit, the last person I wanted to see, glancing at me and then back at Chase.
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
ELOISE Firstly, I wouldn’t say I liked drawing attention, so I tried to live with a low profile for twenty-nine years. It hadn’t been easy finding a suitable boyfriend either, as I preferred to keep my personal life private and not have it excessively scrutinized. I still had dreams of having a family and a life partner. Someone who would appreciate the simple things in life and didn’t have pretentious needs. He should have had a decent career that matched our easy lifestyle, but definitely not some billionaire or influential big shot like Logan Cunningham, my dad. I wanted someone who wouldn’t pry into my past. Only one person had truly seen the real me, and that was Chase. I was certain he’d get it and understand I wanted to break free from my father’s shadow and embrace my own background. I trusted him wholeheartedly. But nope, he still chose Zoey. The guys I’ve met were blinded by my grand apartment, the flashy car, and my career, and they assumed I was swimming in money. Li
ADAM Loosening my tie, I lay on the couch in my penthouse, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. I had thought I had the perfect plan to get her back to me. I never planned on getting involved with someone else. And there Zoey was, in my living room, kneeling on my carpet, quiet and waiting for me to give her direction. Despite this, my mind couldn’t help but drift back to my conversation with Eloise this afternoon. “I asked you to come here to talk because I hate listening to the walls.” She lowered her eyes as she always did. “I know it’s not my right to ask, but Eloise… I never thought that you—” I raised an eyebrow at her. “I never agreed to be exclusive.” Apparently, I still lived up to that agreement, just having women I could occasionally fuck. What was important to me was that we remained careful. “Yes, you’re right.” “Go on. Speak your mind.” My voice was low and flat, resonating throughout the living room. It seemed I was right. Whenever Eloise was involved, it made Z