~Nella~He leaned in slowly, his gaze never leaving mine, and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. The moment hung between us, lingering far longer than I expected, until I finally pulled back, breathless, and took a shaky step backward. Shock coursed through me, and I stood frozen, but he reached out, gently holding my hands, and stood up with me."Please, just let me go," I whispered, the words almost getting caught in my throat."I'm—I'm sorry, Nella. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, his voice quiet and filled with regret."But you will," I cut in, my voice breaking. "I don't want you to keep making mistakes with me, please." I couldn't bear to look him in the eye, so I stared down at the floor, my heart fluttered.He lifted my chin, his touch soft but firm, guiding my face back to his. "Listen, Nella," he said, his voice steady, like the first night we ever met. "This isn’t a mistake. Nothing we've done has been a mistake. I know I've made it hard for you, but I didn't know how to
~Nella~My life was tangled in so much drama, and I couldn’t make sense of what Roy was trying to pull. Everything felt like a game to him. I could see it now—he was probably trying to crawl back into my life, only to call it a mistake, like one of his discarded toys.When we finally reached the office, I stepped out of the car. “Thanks,” I muttered, shutting the door behind me, then made my way into the building.As I waited for the elevator, just as the doors were about to close, a hand reached out and stopped them. The doors slid open again. It was Roy. He stepped inside, moving slowly, and stood beside me. My heart started racing. “Good morning,” I said, managing a strained smile.“Hey,” he whispered.I felt a little uneasy, but I forced myself to speak. “Thanks for the ride.”He didn’t answer, but I caught the faintest curve of a smile on his lips. Just then, my phone rang—Gray. For some reason, I didn’t want to pick up. Maybe it was because Roy was right there, and then my mind
~Nella~Roy was the last person I expected to see.I blinked hard, trying to shake off the haze clouding my vision. The alcohol had already settled deep in my system, and everything felt just a bit too loud, too bright. I turned slowly, confusion written all over my face as my eyes finally focused on him."Why are you here?" I asked, my voice slightly slurred but laced with curiosity.He gave a half-smile, his voice smooth and annoyingly charming. "Because I knew you'd be here... and I wanted to see your face outside of work.""What?" I blinked again, trying to focus, then hiccuped. My eyelids drooped despite my efforts to keep them open."I'm just kidding," he said, flashing a quick, boyish grin that made my stomach flutter for reasons I couldn’t explain. Another hiccup escaped me."Here," the bartender said, sliding a glass of mixed wine toward me."Thank you," I mumbled, taking a sip and letting the sweet burn coat my tongue.I turned back to Roy, squinting at him like he was a puz
~Nella~I couldn’t quite make sense of what I was saying—I could barely understand myself. The words tumbled from my lips like water slipping through cupped hands. Then everything faded. My eyelids drooped, the room spun gently, and darkness wrapped itself around me like a blanket.When I opened my eyes, I gasped.I shot up with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. My head pounded like someone was playing drums inside it. I turned to see Ashley fast asleep beside me, her hair a mess, her mouth slightly open, snoring softly. Panic surged through me.Wait… this wasn’t my bedroom. And it sure as hell wasn’t hers either.“Ashley,” I whispered, giving her a gentle nudge. She groaned and turned to the other side, trying to get more comfortable.I tapped her harder. “C’mon girl, wake up.”“Oh no… please,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.“Ash, seriously. Where are we?” I asked, sitting up straighter and scanning the unfamiliar room. Plush sheets, clean white walls, expensive curt
~Nella~“Come on, babe, you know I have no idea what’s going on,” I said, grabbing a plate and serving myself breakfast. “Yeah, he said something about loving me, but I figured it was just another one of his games—like what he does with every other girl.”I walked over to the couch and sank into it while Ashley perched on the edge of the bed with her own plate.“But this doesn’t feel like some casual game,” she started, her tone thoughtful.“Ash,” I cut her off, looking at her pointedly. “Roy is filthy rich. Dropping cash like this is nothing to him. If wasting thousands is all it takes to mess with a girl’s head, then yeah, he’s probably done it a hundred times.”She opened her mouth to protest, but I didn’t give her the chance.“I have a boyfriend,” I said, more to myself than to her. “Let’s just drop it. He helped, fine—but I don’t want to be late for Lauren.”I stood and headed for the bathroom, trying to shut down the entire conversation.“Well,” she called out with a teasing lil
~Nella~“But what if Roy’s actually serious about all of this?” Ash said, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “And now there’s Gray… you’re not seeing how messy this could get?”I lay still, watching the slow spin of the fan blades above. “There’s no mess, Ash. Gray’s my boyfriend. I have nothing going on with Roy.”She turned her head slowly, giving me a look that was somewhere between amused and skeptical.“I’m serious,” I added. “I love Gray. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.”“Yeah, yeah. But Gray’s been kind of… a bit too much lately and I want you to make the right decision when you’re still single,” Ash said. “And don’t act like you didn’t talk about Roy more than you should’ve after that night. One night stands don’t usually linger in conversation like that.”I shifted, cutting her off. I’m going to see Gray tomorrow anyway — spend the weekend with him. Just… drop it, Ash.”She nodded, quiet for once, and I turned over with a sigh. I closed my eyes, hoping f
~NELLA~It was finally Sam's birthday, and I was determined to surprise him with the money he'd been asking for, along with a few other gifts. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. I wasn’t even in New York—I had been called to Chicago for an emergency meeting with my boss and a potential partner company. The thought of missing Sam's special day filled me with disappointment, especially since I had so badly wanted to be there, to hand him the money myself and witness the joy on his face. But, as much as I longed to be with him, I had to push through the meeting. Earlier that day, I had sent Sam the money, and his excitement over the phone was contagious. He was over the moon, and I could hear the happiness in his voice as he thanked me repeatedly. We talked for hours, unable to hang up, savoring every moment. I couldn’t wait to be back in New York. In just a week, I would finally see him again. I was still determined to make it up to him with thoughtful gifts when I returned. I lov
~NELLA~“Nella...” Sam’s voice was shaking, desperate, but it only fueled my anger. “I didn’t know you’d be here. This isn’t what it looks like.”I could feel the sting of those words, the way they echoed in the room as if they could somehow erase the truth I was witnessing. I couldn’t even breathe. The shock had lodged in my chest like a sharp stone, heavy and unmovable.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to speak through the growing lump in my throat. “Not what it looks like?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. “Are you kidding me? You—both of you—are lying on this bed, and you expect me to believe this isn’t what it looks like?”Sam stood up quickly, his hands running through his hair, his eyes frantic as he took a step toward me. “Nella, please, just let me explain—”I held up a hand to stop him. I couldn’t hear any more of his lies, any more of his excuses. “Don’t,” I said coldly, my voice sharp and final. “There’s nothing to explain.”Maya stood too, clutching the blanke
~Nella~“But what if Roy’s actually serious about all of this?” Ash said, her gaze still fixed on the ceiling. “And now there’s Gray… you’re not seeing how messy this could get?”I lay still, watching the slow spin of the fan blades above. “There’s no mess, Ash. Gray’s my boyfriend. I have nothing going on with Roy.”She turned her head slowly, giving me a look that was somewhere between amused and skeptical.“I’m serious,” I added. “I love Gray. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him.”“Yeah, yeah. But Gray’s been kind of… a bit too much lately and I want you to make the right decision when you’re still single,” Ash said. “And don’t act like you didn’t talk about Roy more than you should’ve after that night. One night stands don’t usually linger in conversation like that.”I shifted, cutting her off. I’m going to see Gray tomorrow anyway — spend the weekend with him. Just… drop it, Ash.”She nodded, quiet for once, and I turned over with a sigh. I closed my eyes, hoping f
~Nella~“Come on, babe, you know I have no idea what’s going on,” I said, grabbing a plate and serving myself breakfast. “Yeah, he said something about loving me, but I figured it was just another one of his games—like what he does with every other girl.”I walked over to the couch and sank into it while Ashley perched on the edge of the bed with her own plate.“But this doesn’t feel like some casual game,” she started, her tone thoughtful.“Ash,” I cut her off, looking at her pointedly. “Roy is filthy rich. Dropping cash like this is nothing to him. If wasting thousands is all it takes to mess with a girl’s head, then yeah, he’s probably done it a hundred times.”She opened her mouth to protest, but I didn’t give her the chance.“I have a boyfriend,” I said, more to myself than to her. “Let’s just drop it. He helped, fine—but I don’t want to be late for Lauren.”I stood and headed for the bathroom, trying to shut down the entire conversation.“Well,” she called out with a teasing lil
~Nella~I couldn’t quite make sense of what I was saying—I could barely understand myself. The words tumbled from my lips like water slipping through cupped hands. Then everything faded. My eyelids drooped, the room spun gently, and darkness wrapped itself around me like a blanket.When I opened my eyes, I gasped.I shot up with a start, my heart hammering in my chest. My head pounded like someone was playing drums inside it. I turned to see Ashley fast asleep beside me, her hair a mess, her mouth slightly open, snoring softly. Panic surged through me.Wait… this wasn’t my bedroom. And it sure as hell wasn’t hers either.“Ashley,” I whispered, giving her a gentle nudge. She groaned and turned to the other side, trying to get more comfortable.I tapped her harder. “C’mon girl, wake up.”“Oh no… please,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep.“Ash, seriously. Where are we?” I asked, sitting up straighter and scanning the unfamiliar room. Plush sheets, clean white walls, expensive curt
~Nella~Roy was the last person I expected to see.I blinked hard, trying to shake off the haze clouding my vision. The alcohol had already settled deep in my system, and everything felt just a bit too loud, too bright. I turned slowly, confusion written all over my face as my eyes finally focused on him."Why are you here?" I asked, my voice slightly slurred but laced with curiosity.He gave a half-smile, his voice smooth and annoyingly charming. "Because I knew you'd be here... and I wanted to see your face outside of work.""What?" I blinked again, trying to focus, then hiccuped. My eyelids drooped despite my efforts to keep them open."I'm just kidding," he said, flashing a quick, boyish grin that made my stomach flutter for reasons I couldn’t explain. Another hiccup escaped me."Here," the bartender said, sliding a glass of mixed wine toward me."Thank you," I mumbled, taking a sip and letting the sweet burn coat my tongue.I turned back to Roy, squinting at him like he was a puz
~Nella~My life was tangled in so much drama, and I couldn’t make sense of what Roy was trying to pull. Everything felt like a game to him. I could see it now—he was probably trying to crawl back into my life, only to call it a mistake, like one of his discarded toys.When we finally reached the office, I stepped out of the car. “Thanks,” I muttered, shutting the door behind me, then made my way into the building.As I waited for the elevator, just as the doors were about to close, a hand reached out and stopped them. The doors slid open again. It was Roy. He stepped inside, moving slowly, and stood beside me. My heart started racing. “Good morning,” I said, managing a strained smile.“Hey,” he whispered.I felt a little uneasy, but I forced myself to speak. “Thanks for the ride.”He didn’t answer, but I caught the faintest curve of a smile on his lips. Just then, my phone rang—Gray. For some reason, I didn’t want to pick up. Maybe it was because Roy was right there, and then my mind
~Nella~He leaned in slowly, his gaze never leaving mine, and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. The moment hung between us, lingering far longer than I expected, until I finally pulled back, breathless, and took a shaky step backward. Shock coursed through me, and I stood frozen, but he reached out, gently holding my hands, and stood up with me."Please, just let me go," I whispered, the words almost getting caught in my throat."I'm—I'm sorry, Nella. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, his voice quiet and filled with regret."But you will," I cut in, my voice breaking. "I don't want you to keep making mistakes with me, please." I couldn't bear to look him in the eye, so I stared down at the floor, my heart fluttered.He lifted my chin, his touch soft but firm, guiding my face back to his. "Listen, Nella," he said, his voice steady, like the first night we ever met. "This isn’t a mistake. Nothing we've done has been a mistake. I know I've made it hard for you, but I didn't know how to
~Nella~I stood there for a moment, unsure of what to say or how to react. “Uh… I was actually supposed to meet Victoria—your sister, I mean—here. I didn’t realize you’d be here,” I stammered, still processing the unexpected encounter.He smiled, a little amused, but didn’t respond right away. Before I could speak again, Victoria appeared, her presence immediately lightening the air. She was holding three wine glasses, a wide smile on her face.“Sorry for keeping you both waiting,” she said, handing Roy and me each a glass before attempting to pop open the bottle of wine. The soft sound of the cork releasing filled the space as she poured the rich red liquid into our glasses.“Thank you,” I murmured, my voice softer than I intended as I accepted the glass. “Cheers to my return,” Victoria said, holding up her glass with a smile. Roy and I exchanged a glance and smiled back, both of us taking a sip of the wine.“I couldn’t wait to finish my MBA in Paris so I could come back and finally
~Nella~The morning sun was barely peeking over the horizon as I took a cab to work. I had a lot on my mind, but I knew I needed to call Ashley—just to give her a heads-up. I didn’t want her to be caught off guard when she found out I was seriously considering giving Gray a second chance.I hit "call" and waited, tapping my fingers nervously on the steering wheel. When she picked up, her voice was thick with sleep.“Hey babe,” I said, my tone lighter than I felt.“Mmm, hey sugar," she murmured, sounding half awake. "What’s going on?”I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Still in bed?”“Yeah... well, I was. Until your call,” she replied, a long yawn slipping through the line.“Ah, sorry. I thought you'd be getting ready for work by now,” I said, surprised.“Nope, off today. I’ve only got a private session with a VIP later,” she answered, sounding more alert now. “So, what’s up? You up early for a chat.”I hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “Well... it’s about Gray.”Ashle
~Nella~I turned to excuse myself from Victoria, offering a quick smile. “Sorry, maybe next time,” I said, trying to keep things light.“It’s okay,” she replied, her voice laced with a quiet understanding. As she got into her car, she waved before driving off, her tires screeching slightly as she sped away. I watched for a moment, feeling the lingering weight of the day, then turned and calmly walked to Gray’s car.The drive was long and unnervingly quiet. I glanced over at him every so often, but he seemed lost in thought, eyes on the road, his grip tight on the wheel. It wasn’t until I noticed we were veering off my usual route that I spoke up, breaking the heavy silence.“Hey, I thought you were taking me home,” I said, my voice betraying a hint of confusion.He glanced at me for a moment, his lips curling into a faint, almost unreadable smile. “Come on, babe, just trust me. Let’s talk privately, okay?”I didn’t respond, but my stomach twisted as he continued driving. When we final