When Catherine got home, she was very tired and thirsty. She went straight to the kitchen to get some water. She grabbed a glass cup and filled it with chilled water from the refrigerator. She gulped the whole glass down and grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator which calmed her nerves and relaxed her a bit. She did a lot of work today and needed lots of sleep and rest. She went straight to her room, took a bubble bath fell on the bed like a log of wood, and immediately fell into deep slumber.**The next morningShe woke up feeling energized and better, she slept for about 9 hours. She took a bath and dressed up. Catherine wore a white shirt which had a little black lining along her arm, with a black knee-level skirt and a black blazer then sprayed herself with perfume, looked at herself and the mirror, and posed, “Perfect” she said.She just ate a few slices of bread before she grabbed her car keys and left the house on her way to the Blood Slashing which was just 30 min
“Is that your stomach or a trapped animal?”“Very funny Philip. You’re such a comedian.” Philip loved to tease her. He knew she was hungry, and he was too but it seemed she was a tad more so than he was. The whole meeting felt like one long blur to her. She had had enough meetings today and couldn’t wait to wrap this one up. The presenter kept on talking and talking and talking. It felt like hell to her.A hell made personally for her. She imagined how much more enjoyable life would be if she could fast-forward certain moments. She’d speed up this moment in a heartbeat. But as much as she’d like to speed up certain moments she’d love to rewind and relive others even more. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to relive certain moments, especially the ones with Philip in them. Her mind had wandered off for a moment but hunger pains brought her back to earth. Her stomach growled once again and this time it was louder than it was the previous time. “Can’t you just adjourn the meeting? I mean the
They walked back to Catherine's office, Philip's arm around her shoulder, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the halls. As they walked, Catherine couldn't help but notice the way her employees looked at them, the way they were being glared at. She fought the urge to control herself. The rumors didn't die down, instead, they skyrocketed even. The next day, Philip and Catherine arrived at Catherine's office, and Roxie excused herself, leaving Catherine and Philip alone. They sat down in front of Catherine's desk, Catherine's hands on her lap, Philip's hand covering hers. "I'm sorry for any trouble I might have caused you," he said, his voice sincere. Catherine smiled at him, her heart full. "It's okay," she said. They sat there for a moment, lost in each other's eyes before Catherine leaned in for a kiss. As the day progressed, Catherine couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. The employees seemed to be avoiding her and she couldn't help but notice the way
Catherine couldn't contain her excitement as she packed her bags for the upcoming trip to Italy. She had been looking forward to it for weeks, and now the day had finally arrived. She had heard so many great things about the country and couldn't wait to experience it for herself, especially with Philip.As she packed her clothes and toiletries, she found her mind drifting to Philip. They had been working closely together for some time now and she couldn't help but feel a spark between them. She had always found him to be kind, intelligent, and charming, and lately, she couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more between them.With this thought in mind, Catherine made a decision and packed a couple of pieces of lingerie she had recently bought, hoping that this trip would be the opportunity for them to take the next step in their relationship.As she placed the lingerie in her bag, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. What if she was reading too much into thing
CATHERINE's POVThe next day, I and Bruce was sitting on a terrace in Tuscany, sipping on a glass of local wine and watching the sunset. We had been talking about everything and anything, getting to know each other on a deeper level.I turned to Bruce and said "You know, I've told you a lot about myself, but I haven't told you the story of how I became CEO of the winery."Bruce stared at me with interest, "I'd love to hear it."I took a sip of my wine before narrating my entire storyBruce listened attentively, impressed by my mother's ambition and hard work after Mason's father had embezzled the company's funds and made away with it. "That's amazing, Your mother accomplished so much," he said, smiling.I smiled back and then turned the conversation to him. "What about you, Bruce? You've told me a bit about your career, but what about your family? Do they support you in your business endeavors?"Bruce's expression grew serious and he looked away. "I'm, uh, estranged from my family,"
CATHERINE POVAfter their trip to Italy, Bruce and I returned to work with a newfound sense of connection and understanding towards each otmy. We tried to keep their relationship a secret, at least for the time being, and focused on their professional duties.Mason, I's colleague, was particularly curious and he couldn't help but make a fuss over their extended stay in Italy."So, how was the trip to Italy? Did you two have a good time?" Mason asked with a smirk.I could see right through him and knew what he was implying, I was not amused. "Mason, that is none of your business. We went on a business trip and it was very productive," I replied, my tone firm and assertive.Bruce, who had been quiet up until that point, added "Yes, Mason, we had a good trip, and it was all business.I would appreciate it if you would respect our privacy."Mason could see that he had crossed a line and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. I was just curious."I gave him a curt nod, l
CATHERINE POVA few weeks after their special date, I woke up feeling unwell. I had a fever and my whole body ached. I knew immediately that I was sick and wouldn't be able to go to work that day.I tried to push through the illness, thinking it would pass quickly, but my fever only got worse. I decided to call in sick and stayed in bed all day, trying to rest and recover.I spent the day in bed, resting and trying to recover. I drank fluids and took medication, but my fever didn't seem to be going down. I felt weak and helpless and knew that I needed to see a doctor.As the days went by, Bruce grew more and more concerned about my condition. I wasn't getting better as quickly as he had hoped and he could see that I was struggling. One evening, after work, he decided to stop by my place to check on me.When he arrived, he could see that I was not well. I looked pale, and my eyes were sunken, and I had a high fever. He knew that I needed to see a doctor right away.Without hesitation,
CATHERINE POVAs time passed and I didn't hear from Bruce, I became increasingly worried. I couldn't understand why he would disappear like this, especially since we were expecting a baby together.At first, I tried to convince myself that maybe he was just busy or had a family emergency. But as the days turned into weeks, my hope began to fade. I started to think about all the things that could have gone wrong but there was no clue whatsoever about what might have caused him to act that way except for the fact that I got pregnant. Over the next few days, I didn't hear from Bruce at all. He didn't respond to my texts or calls, and he didn't show up to work. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew that I needed to talk to him. I tried to visit his house, but I realized that I didn't know where he lived. I didn't know how to find him or how to get in touch with him.I asked around the office if anyone knew where Bruce lived, but no one had that information.I didn't want to ask too