Dinners and dates POV: Winston It was quiet in the car all the way to Demure fashion house. The silence was stifling and suffocating and I almost exhaled in relief when the car rolled to a stop in front of the towering building. We were ushered past the waiting hall and into the judging room where we met with Donatella herself. I was almost certain she was a witch and she was almost certain I was a wolf creature and we had done business for decades without any of us looking a day older to the point that we were sure that the other wasn't a normal human being either. We never said a thing to each other, though, but we seemed to have unconsciously agreed on the fact that we would never question exactly who or what the other person was. And she had respected that subtle agreement. That was why I liked and respected Donatella Chere Di Santa and why I had done business with her all these years. "Dio mio! I miei occhi mi ingannano? do my eyes deceive me? Is that Winston?!" I heard her
Stood Up POV: Winston Later that evening, I sat at the backseat of my limo with Donatella, talking animatedly to me. "And then, I told her no no! We do not do it like that here. We take the bull by the horn, I said and... Winston?" She stopped, hesitating. "You're not listening to me. Why are you not listening to me?" I sighed in my seat, rubbing my forehead tiredly. "It's nothing, Dona. I'm just stressed out a bit. Today was a hard day." "Oh, my friend. I am so sorry. I shouldn't have insisted on dinner." "No no," i was quick to stop her from beating herself up, "you didn't force me to do anything. I wanted it to." "Well," she smiled at me, "i had a lovely evening, Winston." "Likewise," I smiled back at her. The limo came to a stop in front of her villa. She opened the door and stepped out, paused, changed her mind and got back in. "You know... You should tell that lovely model assistant of yours to go out with you sometime..." "What?!" I spluttered, self righteously. "Dona,
Semblance of a man Pov: Winston "Maddie!" A male voice shot through my thoughts and I looked upto see a man approaching us with messy brown hair and apologeticblue eyes. Except, those apologetic eyes turned to furious ones when he saw that she wasn't alone. Piece of shit. It was almost ten in the night and he had the audacity to show up and still get pissed at her and– I froze... Was that?.. I sniffed harder and sure enough I caught the scent, heavy now... The very heavy scent of another woman all over him. Oh God. My nerves were paralyzed with shock. It never occurred to me... That this asshole could be seeing another woman behind Maddie's back. I glowered at him, more pissed at him than usual now. "Are you going to introduce me to your friend?" He asked coldly but with a warm smile on his face, all passive–aggressive like. Either Maddie honestly didn't catch his cold tone or she chose to ignore it. "Don't be silly, Will." She laughed, standing up to hug her husband. Th
No tears left to cry Pov: Maddison "Are you going to tell me what THAT was about?! Huh?!" My lips trembled, I blinked back my tears and rushed to my kitchen, digging into my drawer for an emergency stash of Advil i kept lying around in easy places to remember. I found the packet and swallowed two tablets, chasing it down with some water and waiting for the drug to do its job. "Maddison I'm talking to you!" He was still screaming at me. I held my head in my hands as it throbbed in pain. I was having a head splitting headache. "Maddison!" He walked into the kitchen, his eyes furious. I sat at the bar stool, cradling my head in my hands. "What?" I asked. "For goodness sake, what is the problem, Will?" It was midnight and throughout the entire dinner, he had been making snide remarks and passive aggressive statements about me, mr Winston and the fact that I was working as a whole. "No, Maddie, don't give me that attitude, you KNOW what you did wrong!" I sighed, exasperated. "No
Hello Seattle Pov: Maddison It was my first time being in the air and I couldn't stop looking at everything with wide curious eyes. I had never been in an airplane before... Talk more of a private jet. Me and a bunch of other employees that were handpicked by me and approved by Mr Winston had piled into the jet and by the time the plane was about to take off, it became painfully obvious that this was my first time flying. I sat in my seat, my hands clutching the arm rest in a tight grip. "Your first time?" Mr Winston asked, beside me, smiling gently at me just as the jet started to take off. I swallowed and nodded stiffly, terror attacking my nerves, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. He looked at me, his eyebrows furrowing in concern and then, he clasped his hand over my balled fist, stroking gently. My knees stopped bouncing against each other, my breathing calmed, I began to feel slightly better. The flight was shorter than I expected and through it all, Mr Winston
InfatuatedPov: MaddisonIt was a fifteen minute drive from the private airport to the Vanderbilt Tower. Everyone was already waiting for us by the time Mr Winston stepped out of the Range Rover and held out a hand to help me down too.We were ushered into the building by men in black suits, dark shades and ear devices that I realized were security and taken to the lobby were my colleagues were gathered and sitted."Maddison!" A very familiar voice cried, delighted to have me.Shawn, who looked to be addressing the other employees of Mr Winston was around the other end of the room and walking over to me, his arms outstretched, almost like he wanted a hug.He was in front of me in a few long strides and woah! Turns out that he DID want a hug because he was pulling me forward and into his arms, hugging the life out of me and even lifting me off the ground a bit.I laughed, giving into the hug, my arms going around him in a warm embrace."It's so good to see you again, My Friend!" He exc
All's well that ends well Pov: Maddison I stared at the floor to ceiling mirror, pinching myself. This is real. This is very real. The son of a billionaire tech tycoon is infatuated with you. Wow. Shawn had made good on his promise and at his command, I was served the most elaborate lunch I could think of. I was stuffed so full, I took a long long nap and when I woke up, I was convinced that I was still dreaming. I'm not. I reached into the finely designed china on my dresser and popped a macron in my mouth, chewing slowly and relishing the taste. I could get used to this. There was a knock on my door and I stood up from where I was sitting at my vanity to answer the door. "Mr Winston!" I gasped when I opened the door to see who it was. He was right in front of me, in flesh and blood, wearing only a black T-shirt and black cotton pants. His dark hair was a stylish mess of curls on top his head and he looked like he just got out of the shower. He stepped inside, inviting hi
To make an entrancePov: MaddisonA knock on my door roused me awake.I stared around in initial confusion at first, realizing that my room was dark and empty and I was alone in bed.I remember falling asleep in Mr Winston's arms, talking about everything that had been bothering me this past few days, getting the mountain off my chest.And he had been so kind and patient, stroking my hair, wiping my tears, rubbing my arms.But all that seemed to be like a distant memory. A fever dream. Something I had imagined or thought up.Because why the hell will my own boss come up here just to comfort me? I definitely dreamt that shit up. I gathered myself, clutched my robe around my chest and walked to the door, pulling in open.Alice stood in front of me in all of her graceful, elegant beauty.She was dressed in the Vanderbilt Tower customized white and gold robe, her hair was in a bonnet and her arms were laddened with designer bags and clothes in clothe bags.There were a few hotel assista