As I ran up the steps from the tube, I made sure to stay vigilant, keeping my eyes peeled. The last thing I wanted was to spot Groliver's red car parked outside my house or even along the way. Who knows what he was capable of doing next, and I certainly didn't want to find out. Darius was an absolute legend! He didn't waste a second questioning "The Groll" and just delivered a satisfying thump. And the best part? He remained kind even when I let out my frustration by yelling at him. It must have been quite a shock for Darius too, having known that man his whole life, only to discover his true colors. But hey, we both handled it like champs. I couldn't help but give myself a well-deserved pat on the back because I'm pretty sure I impressed my boss with my actions against Greg. It's not every day you see someone standing up to a troublemaker, and I made sure I did it with style. Though, despite all the tough times I've faced in my twenty-six years, I never let them define me. They may
My phone rang as I stepped out of the shower, jolting me from my post-work relaxation. Instinctively, I reached for it and saw Kate's name on the screen. "Miss Bamford? Kate? Are you okay?" I asked, my concern evident in my voice. Kate's voice quivered slightly as she replied, "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you. I didn't know who else to call." Something was definitely amiss. "Tell me, what is it, Kate?" I said, putting her on speakerphone and swiftly getting dressed. We had only said our goodbyes a couple of hours ago, and I couldn't shake off the thought that her fuckwit ex-boyfriend might have been lurking nearby. "This is going to sound ridiculous, but when I came home, there was a mug in the sink and a dirty teaspoon," Kate explained, her words stumbling over each other. Confusion washed over me. "What? I'm sorry, I don't understand." There was a sigh of frustration from the other end of the line. "No, no, it's my fault. I didn't explain it properly," she said, her voice tinged
I hurriedly put on some leggings and a tee, refusing to show up in my fluffy PJs in front of Darius and Jeff. As I plopped down on the couch, waiting for them, I couldn't help but wonder why I was so damn nervous. I should be strutting around, proclaiming my independence and self-sufficiency. But there was something about Darius that made me feel different, something I hadn't felt before. Jeff must've taken some secret shortcut 'cause they showed up in no time and I didn't even have a chance to calm those butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Got me wondering, why the hell was I so nervous? It's like I should be strutting around my living room, chanting "I'm a single lady, don't need no man, cats are the real deal!" No, that isn’t gonna cut it. I've never met a guy like Darius before. The dude exudes confidence and looks like a freaking Greek god. I know for sure that he always gets what he wants. I hurried downstairs to answer the door, only to find myself enveloped in a tight embra
Darius was out in Geneva for the next couple of days, so I wouldn't see him until Friday, but we chatted on the phone. It was a more relaxed atmosphere in the office without him around. The big question now was what on earth was I going to wear for this fancy event at the Savoy? Maybe I could treat myself to a new dress. On Fridays, the bank closed at lunchtime, and I had a plan to visit Harrods and Harvey Nichols. Just as I was about to leave on Friday, Darius caught up with me. "Are you all set for tomorrow evening?" he asked. "Yes, I'm ready. What time are you picking me up?" "Seven? Dinner at eight, and the auction starts at nine-thirty. Does that work for you?" "Sure. Looking forward to it," I replied nonchalantly. I had been all business throughout the week, trying to shake off any silly crush on Darius. I couldn't quite tell if he had noticed, but he was playing it cool as well. It's like that hug never even happened. Whatever, it was just a hug because I was feeling down. B
I think I'm the least impulsive person in the world, Handling and being responsible for millions of pounds each day tends to keep you on your toes, and everything I do is well thought out. I couldn't believe what I had just done. One moment, everything seemed fine, and the next, I found myself on one knee, a thirteen million pink diamond ring in my hand, asking Kate to marry me. It wasn't exactly the way I had planned it, but sometimes life throws you unexpected curveballs, and you have to adapt. The truth was, I knew Kate had no idea I was going to propose. She had been through a lot tonight, insulted by some despicable women in the bathroom, who had the audacity to call her an escort. It made my blood boil, seeing her hurt like that. Kate didn't deserve any of it. She was an incredible woman, strong, intelligent, and kind-hearted. But as I glanced at her standing there mouth agape, I couldn't help but wonder if I had gone too far. Was that really the right moment? I saw her eyebrow
I was trying to keep my cool when Darius came to take me out to lunch.. My finger was weighed down by the ring.. It took me a while to finally wear the ring on my finger this morning.. I was fully committed to a future with cats and antihistamines, but then a brightly coloured and shockingly expensive rock changed everything.. If my dear Nan were here, she would have called it obscene and questioned how I could possibly use that much money.. Thinking about her was enough to keep me grounded, even though she was gone..When I opened the door, Darius had his eyes fixed on his phone.. “Oh, there you are,” he said with a grin, I was wondering if you had run off in the night.” I enjoy sleeping too much to keep one eye open waiting for a knock on the door. When he leaned in for a kiss, I pulled back instinctively, feeling a wave of confusion..“I’m sorry, Kate. "I shouldn't have done that," he confessed with a regretful voice.. "No, no, the fault is mine. I should apologize," I replied, s
The only sound in the room was the clock ticking away on the mantelpiece after I asked Kate to marry me. The poor love looked dumbfounded. “Are you okay, Kate? I’m sorry this has all come as a bit of a shock. We don’t have to stay married forever, and I will pay you for the privilege of being your husband. A million pounds for one year of marriage, and …”“Stop, just be quiet.” Kate said, her voice was trembling a little.I stopped talking immediately. She closed her eyes, and as she did, my phone buzzed to let me know lunch was ready, and I didn’t want George coming up to see Kate in this state. “I’m just going to fetch our lunch. Here you have a look at this.” I handed her the envelope my lawyer and sent with the contract. “I’ll be five minutes.”Kate nodded, but she didn’t look at me and I was wondering if I’d blown it already. I’m sure Seb would not be pleased if I was on my way to the top of Everest to run my business. This would be like falling off a log to him and Ethan. I alw
I strolled down the road, leaving Darius's house behind, my mind spinning like a tornado. Disappointment washed over me as I realized he didn't want the real me. Apparently, I was just a pawn in his grand business scheme. Well, well, well, Mr Darius Graves, you played your cards, but guess what? I've got a few conditions of my own. If I were to go along with this crazy plan, my requirements would be absolutely paramount, darling. I downed the last of my coffee, hailed a taxi, and off I went, headed for home sweet home. It wasn't until I plopped down in the taxi that I noticed the shiny ring still adorning my finger. Oopsie daisy! I had meant to return it to Darius, but hey, maybe this was a sign. A sign that I should do a little moonlight disappearing act, change my name again, and vanish into thin air. I've pulled off vanishing acts before, and I could certainly do it again. During the rest of the cab ride, I let my imagination run wild, envisioning the fabulous places I could go if