It was my first day at my new job, and I felt a mix of nerves and excitement as I got up and showered.
Gino had sent a car for me to be picked up and dropped off at the building as he had to attend an important meeting, but he had promised me that I would be in good hands. As I arrived at the sleek, modern building that housed the company, I was impressed by the buzzing energy and the sense of purpose in the air. I walked through the glass doors and was greeted by a friendly receptionist who directed me to the HR department for my orientation. As I made my way through the bustling office, I couldn't help but feel a ripple of excitement at the thought of being a part of such an innovative company. “Aw, yes, the new girl.” A man with a clipboard gestured me to follow him, and I was soon introduced to Fiona, a warm and welcoming employee assigned to guide me on my first day. Fiona explained to me the company's mission and vision, which was to create technology solutions that would improve the lives of people and make the world a better place. Fiona showed me around the office, introducing me to my new colleagues and explaining the various departments and projects at Tech Innovations Inc. As we walked through the open-concept workspace, I was struck by the level of innovation and collaboration happening all around me. Teams of engineers and developers were huddled around whiteboards, discussing new ideas and solutions. Product designers were busy sketching out prototypes, and data analysts were poring over graphs and charts, looking for insights that could drive their next breakthrough. I had never seen anything like it. I was in awe of the talent and creativity surrounding me, and I couldn't wait to roll up my sleeves and get started on my projects. Fiona was patient and kind, answering all of my questions and guiding me through the intricacies of my new role. She was a seasoned employee with the company for several years, and her passion for the work was contagious. As the day went on, Fiona and I worked together on various tasks, and she was always there to offer guidance and support. I quickly realised that I had landed in a company that valued teamwork and collaboration, and I felt grateful to have someone like Fiona by my side as I navigated my new role. Fiona invited me to the office bar to celebrate my first day. As we sat sipping our drinks and chatting, she suddenly mentioned that the company's CEO would be joining us for a drink as well. I was surprised to hear that the CEO would join us, and I felt nervous about meeting such a high-ranking executive. As I turned to see Gino approaching us, I was shocked to realise the way everyone was greeting him. “Oh, Mr Yarn is here,” Fiona whispered, pointing to Gino. He looked so handsome in his black suit with a white shirt and black tie. His hair combed away from his face, and his eyes twinkled as he beamed. Holding out his hand to shake with those who greeted him, he turned towards Fiona and nodded. “Good evening, Mr Yarn. This is Harriet. Today is her first day.” Fiona said proudly, and I blushed as Gino focused on me. An amused look on his face made me blush even more. “Thank you, Fiona. However, I am well aware of Harriet since I gave her the job. I hope you have enjoyed your first day, Harriet.” Now, shall we have a drink?” he winked at me before he turned to gather everyone's attention. “You didn't say you already met the CEO,” Fiona murmured, looking at me suspiciously. I shrugged my shoulders in response.” I didn't know he was the CEO.” I replied. "Well, Harriet, it looks like you made quite an impression on Gino," she said teasingly. I felt my cheeks flush as I recalled how Gino had looked at me earlier. "I-I don't know what you mean," I stammered, trying to play it cool. Fiona laughed, her eyes twinkling. "Oh, come on. He thinks highly of you. You must have left quite an impression on him during your interview." “He gave me the job after I accidentally spilt coffee on him. He's been a great help to me since I arrived in the city.” Fiona's eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, you spilt coffee on Gino, and he still gave you the job?” she exclaimed, a mixture of shock and amusement evident in her voice. I nodded, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "It was a complete accident, but he was surprisingly understanding and even made a joke about it." Fiona chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief. "Well, that's a memorable first impression to make! But it seems like it worked in your favour. Gino must have seen something special in you to overlook a little coffee mishap. He's handsome, and luckily for you, he's single, and I've heard he's been looking for someone special. Maybe you're the one," Fiona said with a sly smile, her eyes sparkling with amusement. I felt my cheeks flush even more, and I tried to brush off the comment. "Oh, no, no, I'm sure he's just being nice because of...you know, the coffee thing," I said, trying to play it down. Fiona laughed again. "Well, maybe a little bit of that. But I think there's something more to it. You have a certain spark, Harriet. And I think Gino is drawn to that." As the evening drew to a close, Gino raised his glass in a toast to the team, expressing his gratitude for their hard work and dedication. I felt a surge of pride and excitement as I raised my glass alongside my new colleagues, knowing that I was now part of a company making a real difference in the world. Damon and Aurora were far away and almost forgotten about. Gino's gaze lingered on mine, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. I felt a flutter in my chest, and my heart began to beat a little faster. I couldn't help but notice the way his eyes sparkled in the light or the way his dark hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck. Just as I was starting to feel like I was melting into the moment, Gino reached out and gently pulled me to one side. I followed him, my senses heightening. Gino leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, but it sent shivers down my spine. I felt like I was melting into his touch, like my entire world had reached a standstill. As we kissed, Gino's hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. I felt a surge of excitement and nervousness, but mostly, I just felt alive. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. The world around us melted away, leaving only us lost in the moment. I felt like I was home like I'd finally found a place where I belonged. As we broke apart for air, Gino's eyes searched mine, looking for something. I didn't know what he was searching for, but I felt I was seeing everything at that moment. The connection between us was palpable, like an electric current that ran through our bodies. I smiled up at him, feeling a sense of wonder and excitement. What was happening? What did this mean? Gino's smile mirrored mine, and he leaned in again, his lips brushing against mine in a soft caress. I knew that this was just the beginning of something new, something that would change everything. “Harriet, I will pay you twenty-five thousand to pose as my wife.” I felt my heart skip a beat as I processed his words. Twenty-five thousand dollars? To pose as his wife? It was a staggering amount, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of arrangement this was. Gino's eyes held mine, his gaze steady. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I need someone who can play the part of my wife for a few weeks. I have a business deal that will close soon, and my... associates need to see me as a happily married man. That's where you come in." I took a step back, trying to clear my head. This was a lot to take in. "What kind of business deal?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Gino's expression turned serious. "A merger. A big one. And my partners are... particular about my personal life. They need to see me as stable and secure. And that's where you come in, Harriet." I felt like I was trapped in some bizarre dream. A fake marriage for twenty-five thousand dollars? It was unbelievable, but... the money was tempting. And the idea of being Gino's wife, even if it was just for show, was... intriguing. "What do you need me to do?" I asked, trying to keep my tone neutral. Gino's smile returned, and he reached out to take my hand. "Just be my wife for a few weeks. Attend some business functions with me, look good in public... and we'll take care of the rest." I felt a flutter in my chest as he touched my hand. It was a simple touch, but it sent shivers down my spine. "I'll do it," I said finally, sounding firm. Gino's eyes lit up with excitement. "Great," he said, pulling me back into the coffee shop. "We'll start making arrangements immediately, and it's probably best you move in with me for a while.” What was I getting myself into? Was I going to pretend to be Gino's wife for twenty-five thousand dollars? It was a massive amount of money. Gino's grip on my hand tightened as he led me towards his car. "I'll have my assistant, Sophia, help you with the arrangements. She'll take care of all the logistics." I nodded, feeling a sense of disorientation. This was all happening so fast. I couldn't help but wonder what kind of life I was about to lead. Can I keep up the charade of being Gino's wife? And what would happen when the deal was done? Gino's phone rang, and he answered it, his voice low and serious. I listened in silence, feeling like an outsider in my own life. "...Yes, I understand. I'll take care of it. No, I don't need any help. I'll handle it myself." He hung up the phone and turned to me, his eyes locked onto mine. "I need to go to Paris for a few days. You'll need to come with me. Just pack a few things. We leave tomorrow morning first thing.” I must have looked like an idiot with my mouth wide open in disbelief. “Sure.” was all I could muster up to say. I felt a surge of panic. Paris? With Gino? What kind of trouble was I getting myself into?I couldn't believe what I was agreeing to. Twenty-five thousand dollars to pose as Gino's wife? It was a lot of money, but was it worth it? I wasn't sure. But as I looked into Gino's eyes, I saw something there that made me hesitate. Something that made me want to say yes. Gino's eyes sparkled with amusement as he nodded. "Excellent. I knew I could count on you, Harriet. You're a smart businesswoman, and I know you'll do a great job." I felt a flutter in my chest as he released my hand. "So, when do we start?" I asked, trying to sound casual. Gino grinned. "We start tomorrow. I have a meeting with my partners tomorrow afternoon, and I want you to be by my side." I nodded, trying to process everything that was happening. This was going to be a wild ride, but I was ready for it. As we walked back to the office, Fiona caught up to us. "Hey, guys! What's going on?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. Gino turned to her. "Harriet and I are getting married," he sai
As the meeting dragged on, I found myself zoning out, lost in thought. What was Gino really looking for in this fake marriage? Was it just a business arrangement, or was there something more? I glanced over at Gino, trying to catch his eye, but he was too engrossed in the meeting to notice. His eyes were fixed intently on the papers in front of him, his brow furrowed in concentration. The meeting finally came to a close, and we left the conference room together. Gino turned to me with a smile. "Well, that's done," he said. "The merger is set to close next week." I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was over, and now we could move on to the next step. But as we walked back to the office, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Gino seemed distant, preoccupied. And I couldn't help but wonder what was going on behind those piercing blue eyes. We spent the rest of the day going over the details of our fake marriage, discussing everythin
As we entered the apartment, Gino's eyes never left mine, and I felt a flutter in my chest. He walked ahead of me, his long strides eating up the distance to the living room. I followed him, my heart pounding in my ears. He stopped before the floor-to-ceiling windows, gazing out at the city skyline. The silence was oppressive, and I felt I was waiting for something to happen. Finally, he turned to me, his eyes still burning with intensity. "I think it's time we talked about what's going on here," he said, his voice low and husky. My heart skipped a beat as I realised that this was it. This was the moment when everything would change. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. Gino walked closer to me, his eyes never leaving mine. "I think we've been playing this game too long," he said. "I think it's time we stopped pretending and started being honest with each other. I want real honesty, and we should get to know each other better since we will s
The morning sun poured into my room, casting a warm glow that chased away the remnants of the night’s uncertainties. I sat in bed, stretching and recalling the kiss that lingered on my lips like a dream I didn't want to forget. Today was the day of our shopping expedition, and I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement mixed with nervous energy. As I picked out an outfit, I considered how much had changed in such a short time. I slipped on a simple tailored dress that hugged my figure in all the right places and, after some deliberation, decided on a light jacket. I wanted to impress Gino, but more importantly, I wanted to feel confident. "Wow, you look stunning. I might have to keep you around as my fake wife a little longer," Gino teased. I laughed, feeling my cheeks blush. "Well, I'm glad to hear that because I'm still trying to find the perfect outfit to impress your family later." “Trust me, with you as my date, I'm pretty sure my parents will love you,” he said, ope
“I just started as a receptionist," I said, directing attention to Gino's mother. "I'm enjoying it so far. It's a great environment, and I’m learning a lot." Gino's father nodded appreciatively. "That's wonderful! A good receptionist is the backbone of any business. And don’t get me started on the importance of first impressions. You’re already off to a fantastic start with that dress,” he added, gesturing at my outfit. Gino chimed in with a playful glint in his eye. “Told you she would stun everyone, didn’t I? Harriet is also quite talented at organising events. We might need her for family gatherings!” I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks again at the compliments and the easy banter Gino shared with his family. They made me feel part of their joyful chaos. Just then, Gino’s mom stood up, heading toward the kitchen while calling back to us, “Who wants dessert? I made my famous tiramisu!” A chorus of excited responses followed, and I felt my nervousness dissipa
The next day, I woke up to find that Gino had already left. I wasn't sure where he had gone, but it was a hard pill for me to swallow as I sat in the silent apartment alone. I stood up and walked over to the window. It was a breathtaking view, and I knew I was lucky to be here, but my thoughts soon wandered to my past. How did they feel that I had left the pack? Had Damon even noticed? I wondered how Sandra must be feeling. I had promised to call her, and still, I hadn't. I hesitated as my eyes fell on the mobile on the kitchen side that Gino had bought for me. I hadn't even used it. Maybe I should call my best friend to tell her I was okay and still alive. As soon as I picked up the shiny phone, I felt the nerves kick in. My fingers trembled slightly as I turned it over, the sleek surface reflecting my uncertain expression. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that Sandra would be relieved to hear from me, but the weight of guilt hung heavy in my chest. M
The weight of his words hung heavily between us, a reassuring balm to the sting of Trudie’s outburst. I let out a shaky breath, trying to process both the chaos of the moment and Gino’s presence as my anchor. “Thank you for handling that,” I said, my voice steadier now. “I didn’t expect someone from your past to show up like that, let alone to accuse me of… replacing her.” I stepped back, creating a little distance; I still wasn’t sure how to navigate this new territory. Gino moved as if to close the gap again, but something in my demeanour made him pause. “You didn’t replace anyone, Harriet” His sincerity shone through his bright, unyielding eyes. “I just… I never thought I’d be stepping into someone else’s shoes, even if it’s unintentional,” I confessed, feeling a warmth creeping into my cheeks. “It’s hard not to feel like you’re just going to slip back into that old life with her.” “There’s no going back for me, not now. You make me want to be better. You’ve alr
Damon’s POV I paced up and down the hall, trying my hardest not to lose my shit. How could Harriet leave me like that? Was she crazy? My thoughts kept returning to Harriet, no matter what I was doing, whether it be pack business, in the shower, or out in my wolf form for a run. Why could I not stop thinking about her? I mean, yes, ok, Aurora was beautiful, stunning and had a body that drove me crazy, but yet I found myself thinking about Harriet and imagining it was her underneath me when I was fucking Aurora. She couldn't make me feel half as satisfied as Harriet always had. I clenched my fists into angry balls of fury. I needed to know where Harriet had gone. How could I not even notice she had left? Yet her best friend claimed to know nothing of her disappearance. I took a deep breath to rein in the storm of emotions. My fingers threaded through my hair as I paced, the walls closing on me. The memory of Harriet's eyes—those soft, stormy blues that always wrapped me around he