They arrived at the venue right on time stepping into the lively ambiance with smiles as they approached the birthday celebrant.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Ramada, here's my gift for you. I hope you like it." Darius said, gesturing to Hezekia. She stepped forward and handed out the gift.
"Happy birthday, Mr. Ramada," she said with her sincere smile as she handed the present.
"Wow, thank you so much, Mr. Hidalgo, and also your date tonight is very beautiful," he said and gave a meaningful look to Darius.
Darius glanced at Hezekiah, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Yes, she is. She looks stunning today," Darius replied, flashing her a warm, charming smile.
"Thank you, Mr. Ramada for the compliment," she shyly said.
"You're very welcome. I'll go great with a few more guests, but please enjoy yourselves!" he said leaving them to enjoy the evening's event.
"Let's go let's find our seats," Darius suggested as they walked toward their table and settled in.
As they sipped their wines, Darius leaned in, his eyes twinkling "Mr. Ramada likes you Ms. Patterson" Darius said as they sat in the chair and started to drink the wine.
Hezekiah raised an eyebrow. " What are you talking about? " She felt the urge to nudge him playfully.
"Oh, nothing," Darius teased. "He just admired how beautiful you are tonight. Although between us, you don't look stunning in my eyes."
"Oh, really ?" She shot back, pretending to be offended." Then I guess I'll ignore you for the rest of the night!".
Darius just continued to drink the wine in front of them while Hezekiah just got some dessert and continued to eat and sipped a little bit wine wine. Just then Mr. Ramada went to the stage, tapping his glass with a spoon.
"Good evening, everyone thank you for being here today to celebrate my special day with Richard from near or far. It's wonderful to have each of you here all my visitors let's enjoy every moment. Make new memories and celebrate this day together once again. Welcome and make this day to remember." They applauded and everyone raised their glasses in toast, Darius caught Hezekiah's Eyes. The connection is different and the warmth in his gaze was a little bit intense but Hezekiah did not care about it and sat.
The music changed to a slow, romantic tune. Darius extended his hand to her " Care to dance?"
Hezekiah hesitated for just a second then placed her hand in his. Led her to the center of the dance floor, their hands interlocking. his other hand, rested then gently on her waist as they moved in sync with the soft rhythm.
"You know," he whispered, leaning close, " I never thought I'd see you dress up like this. You look like ...well like someone out of a dream."
She looked at him, meeting his gaze, her heart skipping a bit. " Maybe it's the effect of the liquor you drink, Mr. Hidalgo."
" Maybe, I think so, I drank too much," Darius said and both of them laughed and continued to dance as the music finished dragging her somewhere.
"What are you doing? Where are we going?" Hey curiously asked.
“Just come with me,” he said, leading her outside. He and Hezekiah made their way through a set of glass doors leading into the garden. The night air was cool, the gentle breeze rustling the leaves, and the quiet sound of the party faded into the background.
Just as they reached the edge of the garden path, Darius stopped abruptly. He squinted ed noticing two figures hidden in the shadow beneath a tree, engaging in what looked like a heated conversation. Darius took Hezekiah's hand without a word, guiding her over to a nearby tree, where they were covered, hidden by the shadows.
Hezekiah whispered, "What's going on?"
"I'm not sure," Darius replied quietly, his eyes fixed on the couple "But.....I think I know the girl."
The man has his back turned to them, but the girl's face is fully visible. She looked familiar a little too familiar just Darius' eyes widened in shock. It was his girlfriend.
The man leaned closer to her and she didn't hesitate, leaning in too until their lips met in a lingering kiss, Darius' expression hardened, and he felt his sudden ache in his chest. He turned his would look just a surprise, her hand still lightly clasped in his.
Before she could say anything, he whispered, "Let's go out of here."
Darius led her back into the hotel without looking back. He didn't stop until they reached his assigned room for the night. Closing the door behind them with a soft click. Darius moved into a mini bar, pouring a generous glass of whiskey for himself and a glass of wine for her. he handed her the wine and sipped it.
She watched him quietly sensing the storm of emotions beneath his calm moment she spoke softly, "Why you did not stop them? You should have punched the guy and confronted your girlfriend."
He Lets out a low chuckle, but there is no humor in it." I have a plan, Hezekiah. But first I need proof he pulled out his phone and scrolled through the photos and video until he found what he was looking for." I recorded the whole thing," he said, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the screen, "I'm going to make them pay for what they did."
Hezekiah's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "You recorded it? Are you sure that is a good idea?"
“It’s a great idea,” he replied, his voice low and determined. “But right now, I need a drink to calm down.” He poured himself another glass of whiskey, then filled hers again. “Let’s drown our sorrows for a bit.”
As they sat together, the noise of the party faded into the background, and the warmth of the alcohol coursed through them, loosening their inhibitions. The initial shock of the revelation began to wear off, replaced by a growing sense of camaraderie.
The whiskey burned as it slid down his throat, but the fire inside him blazed hotter. Hezekiah watched him with a mix of curiosity and caution, her dark eyes scanning his face for any sign of hesitation. None came. The man before her—determined, wounded, and quietly seething—was a different version of the one she’d known. “So, what’s your plan?” she asked, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. Her voice carried a mix of intrigue and concern. He leaned back in his chair and let out a long breath. “It’s not enough to argue with them. They’d just lie or make excuses. I need real proof. Once I have it, I’ll confront them. Not here, not now, but in a way they can’t escape.” Hezekiah tilted her head, curiosity piqued. “And you think exposing them will make you feel better?” He shrugged, his lips pulling into a bitter smile. “It’s not about feeling better. It’s about showing them I’m not a fool. And it’s about ensuring they face consequences.” The conversation was momentarily in
“Come with me,” he said, his voice steady but laced with something she couldn’t quite place.“Where?” she asked, arching a brow.“To get out of here.”She hesitated, glancing at the door “And go where?”A small smirk tugged at his lips. “Anywhere but here. A club, maybe. Unless you’ve forgotten how to let loose?”Hezekiah crossed her arms, half-annoyed and half-amused. “You think I can’t keep up?”His smirk deepened. “Prove me wrong.”Before she could overthink it, she found herself walking beside him, the music from the party fading as they slipped into the cool night air. A sleek car waited for them, and within minutes, they were speeding through the neon-lit streets of New York.The club was alive with energy, the bass vibrating through the floor as they stepped inside. Colored lights danced across the walls, and the air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and sweat.Hezekiah hadn’t been to a club in years, and the intensity of it all was overwhelming at first. But Darius
As they walked to the building, the silence between them was almost comfortable, broken only by the distant hum of the city waking up. But Hezekiah’s mind wasn’t at ease. The night had been a rare escape, but reality was waiting to remind her of its weight. Just as they reached her building’s entrance, she turned to face him, crossing her arms. “You know this—tonight—doesn’t change the fact that you’re my boss, Darius.” He stopped, his expression shifting. “I didn’t bring you here as your boss, Hezekiah.” “But you are,” she said firmly, her voice steady but her eyes betraying the storm within. “And I’m just your secretary. Or your assistant. Whatever title suits the day.” “That’s not how I see you,” he said, his tone sharper now. “Really?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Because every time you walk into that office, I’m reminded of exactly where I stand. You’re the Hedalgo heir, the one with the power, the authority, the legacy. I’m the one who makes sure your schedule
Hezekiah's eyes wandered around the expansive penthouse, but they eventually landed on the impressive liquor display across the room. A towering glass cabinet showcased an array of rare, expensive bottles, their labels gleaming under soft ambient lighting. Some were golden-hued, others a deep amber, and a few were clear as crystal. It looked like something out of a high-end catalog. “That’s... impressive,” she murmured, standing and walking over to the display. Darius glanced up from where he sat, following her gaze. “You like it?” Hezekiah nodded, her fingers trailing along the edge of the glass cabinet as she examined the collection. “I’ve never seen so many different kinds of liquor in one place. Do you actually drink all of these?” “Not all at once,” he quipped with a smirk. “But I keep them for special occasions—or special company.” She turned to face him, her curiosity growing. “Could I... see them up close?” He raised a brow, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. “Se
Their lips met again, this time with more urgency, more need. The kiss wasn’t tentative now; it was demanding, filled with everything they hadn’t said. Darius’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as her towel loosened slightly.“Are you sure about this?” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough, his breath hot.Hezekiah nodded, her eyes locked on his. “Stop asking questions,” she whispered, her voice trembling but resoluteDarius’s eyes darkened, the weight of her trust sinking into him. “If you’re sure,” he said, his voice almost a plea, giving her one last chance to reconsider.In response, Hezekiah closed the space between them, her trembling hands reaching up to cup his face. She pulled him into a kiss—soft, tentative, but filled with yearning. Darius deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close.The towel slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet as Darius’s hands traced the curve of her back. He moved with reverence, his touch gentle, a
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the luxurious penthouse bedroom. Hezekiah stirred, the silky sheets tangled around her. Her head ached slightly, and her body felt heavy with the remnants of the previous night. Blinking against the brightness, she turned to her side, expecting to see Darius. But the space beside her was empty. Panic fluttered in her chest as she sat up quickly, clutching the sheets to her chest. The events of the night came rushing back—her boldness, their shared kisses, and the way their passion had unfolded. Now, though, it was as if he had vanished. Hezekiah slipped out of bed and quickly scanned the room. No sign of him. The luxurious bedroom, with its marble accents and designer touches, suddenly felt too big and too lonely. She called out, “Darius?” Her voice echoed faintly. There was no response. Rushing to the bathroom, she checked there—empty. She padded through the penthouse, her bare feet sinking into the plush carp
Hezekiah was sprawled on the floor, her eyes puffy and red from hours of crying. The empty apartment was bizarrely silent, except for the faint buzzing of her phone, which she ignored until a louder banging at the door startled her awake. Groaning, she sat up, rubbing her aching neck from the uncomfortable position on the hard floor. “Hezekiah! It’s me! Open up!” Eva Grace’s voice called from outside. Hezekiah shuffled to the door, wiping at her face hastily. The moment she opened it, Eva Grace Harrington burst in, her vibrant energy filling the small apartment. “There you are! Goodness, what on earth happened to you? You look like you’ve been hit by a truck!” Eva exclaimed, setting down a large paper bag filled with food and a beautifully wrapped gift. Hezekiah attempted a weak smile. “Hi, Eva.” “Don’t ‘Hi, Eva’ me,” Eva said, narrowing her eyes. “Why is your phone off? And why were you sleeping on the floor? ." She saw the pillow near her and her things. "Also—” She stopped mid-
After eating and washing the dishes Hezekiah sat on the couch, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at the floor, deep in thought. Eva sat beside her, concern written all over her face. She had just returned from her trip to Madrid and was now fully immersed in her best friend's turmoil. Eva studied Hezekiah for a moment, her brow furrowing. "Hezekiah... I have to ask... Did you and Darius...?" She trailed off, not sure how to phrase the question without sounding too blunt. Hezekiah's heart skipped a beat. The question Eva was about to ask felt like a sharp blade, slicing through the uncertainty that had been eating at her for days. Her voice came out in a barely audible whisper. "No, we didn’t use protection." Eva's jaw dropped. "What? Are you serious?" she asked, her voice rising in shock. "Hezekiah, you didn’t—" "I didn’t think... I didn’t even consider it," Hezekiah confessed, the guilt pressing down on her chest. "We... we did it multiple times. I wasn’t thinking."
Hezekiah tried to shake off her unease as she drove to Sandro’s condo. His message earlier, saying he had cooked dinner for them, had caught her off guard. She hesitated at first but eventually agreed, knowing she couldn’t avoid him forever.As she parked her car and made her way up to his unit, the weight of guilt pressed harder against her chest. She couldn’t stop thinking about the night she’d spent with Darius. It haunted her—the way she’d betrayed the man who loved her so deeply.When she entered the condo, the smell of freshly cooked pasta greeted her. Sandro was bustling around the kitchen, setting the table with a content smile on his face."There you are," he said warmly, looking up as she entered. "Perfect timing. Dinner’s almost ready."Hezekiah forced a smile. "Smells amazing, Babe. You didn’t have to go through all this trouble.""It’s no trouble," he replied, waving her off. "You’ve had a tough week, and I wanted to do something special for you."Her heart ached at his w
Hezekiah let out a deep sigh of relief as the clock struck five. The day had been exhausting, and her body ached from the weight of her emotional and mental turmoil. She quickly gathered her things, her mind already on the brief moment of solace she’d find at home before meeting Sandro at six.Just as she was about to step out, her phone buzzed with a message from Darius.Darius: Come to my office before you leave.Her heart sank. She glanced toward his office, its transparent glass revealing him sitting at his desk, his head buried in his hands. He looked tense, stressed even, and for a moment, she considered ignoring the message. But she knew better—there was no escaping Darius when he wanted something.As she approached the office, she felt a flicker of hesitation. He hadn’t turned on the privacy mode; the glass walls were still clear, the curtains wide open. She could see him running a hand through his hair, his sharp features etched with frustration.Why does he have to call me n
Hezekiah walked into the office the next morning, her heart heavy and her mind clouded with guilt. She was wearing sunglasses, trying to hide the exhaustion in her eyes and the turmoil within. It was difficult to face the day after everything that happened with Darius, but she had no choice. Work was calling, and she had to push through. As she made her way to the coffee machine, her coworkers eyed her curiously. They noticed the shift in her demeanor—the usual cheer and energy she brought to the office was gone. Instead, she was distant, quiet, and seemed almost... defeated. One of her colleagues, Sarah, who was always the first to notice anything out of the ordinary, leaned over the counter as Hezekiah prepared the coffee. "Hey, are you okay?" Sarah asked, her voice soft. "You don’t look like yourself today." Hezekiah forced a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "Yeah, just a little tired. I watched this intense true story documentary last night about the lost children in the
After eating and washing the dishes Hezekiah sat on the couch, her hands trembling slightly as she stared at the floor, deep in thought. Eva sat beside her, concern written all over her face. She had just returned from her trip to Madrid and was now fully immersed in her best friend's turmoil. Eva studied Hezekiah for a moment, her brow furrowing. "Hezekiah... I have to ask... Did you and Darius...?" She trailed off, not sure how to phrase the question without sounding too blunt. Hezekiah's heart skipped a beat. The question Eva was about to ask felt like a sharp blade, slicing through the uncertainty that had been eating at her for days. Her voice came out in a barely audible whisper. "No, we didn’t use protection." Eva's jaw dropped. "What? Are you serious?" she asked, her voice rising in shock. "Hezekiah, you didn’t—" "I didn’t think... I didn’t even consider it," Hezekiah confessed, the guilt pressing down on her chest. "We... we did it multiple times. I wasn’t thinking."
Hezekiah was sprawled on the floor, her eyes puffy and red from hours of crying. The empty apartment was bizarrely silent, except for the faint buzzing of her phone, which she ignored until a louder banging at the door startled her awake. Groaning, she sat up, rubbing her aching neck from the uncomfortable position on the hard floor. “Hezekiah! It’s me! Open up!” Eva Grace’s voice called from outside. Hezekiah shuffled to the door, wiping at her face hastily. The moment she opened it, Eva Grace Harrington burst in, her vibrant energy filling the small apartment. “There you are! Goodness, what on earth happened to you? You look like you’ve been hit by a truck!” Eva exclaimed, setting down a large paper bag filled with food and a beautifully wrapped gift. Hezekiah attempted a weak smile. “Hi, Eva.” “Don’t ‘Hi, Eva’ me,” Eva said, narrowing her eyes. “Why is your phone off? And why were you sleeping on the floor? ." She saw the pillow near her and her things. "Also—” She stopped mid-
Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the luxurious penthouse bedroom. Hezekiah stirred, the silky sheets tangled around her. Her head ached slightly, and her body felt heavy with the remnants of the previous night. Blinking against the brightness, she turned to her side, expecting to see Darius. But the space beside her was empty. Panic fluttered in her chest as she sat up quickly, clutching the sheets to her chest. The events of the night came rushing back—her boldness, their shared kisses, and the way their passion had unfolded. Now, though, it was as if he had vanished. Hezekiah slipped out of bed and quickly scanned the room. No sign of him. The luxurious bedroom, with its marble accents and designer touches, suddenly felt too big and too lonely. She called out, “Darius?” Her voice echoed faintly. There was no response. Rushing to the bathroom, she checked there—empty. She padded through the penthouse, her bare feet sinking into the plush carp
Their lips met again, this time with more urgency, more need. The kiss wasn’t tentative now; it was demanding, filled with everything they hadn’t said. Darius’s hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as her towel loosened slightly.“Are you sure about this?” he murmured against her lips, his voice rough, his breath hot.Hezekiah nodded, her eyes locked on his. “Stop asking questions,” she whispered, her voice trembling but resoluteDarius’s eyes darkened, the weight of her trust sinking into him. “If you’re sure,” he said, his voice almost a plea, giving her one last chance to reconsider.In response, Hezekiah closed the space between them, her trembling hands reaching up to cup his face. She pulled him into a kiss—soft, tentative, but filled with yearning. Darius deepened the kiss, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her close.The towel slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet as Darius’s hands traced the curve of her back. He moved with reverence, his touch gentle, a
Hezekiah's eyes wandered around the expansive penthouse, but they eventually landed on the impressive liquor display across the room. A towering glass cabinet showcased an array of rare, expensive bottles, their labels gleaming under soft ambient lighting. Some were golden-hued, others a deep amber, and a few were clear as crystal. It looked like something out of a high-end catalog. “That’s... impressive,” she murmured, standing and walking over to the display. Darius glanced up from where he sat, following her gaze. “You like it?” Hezekiah nodded, her fingers trailing along the edge of the glass cabinet as she examined the collection. “I’ve never seen so many different kinds of liquor in one place. Do you actually drink all of these?” “Not all at once,” he quipped with a smirk. “But I keep them for special occasions—or special company.” She turned to face him, her curiosity growing. “Could I... see them up close?” He raised a brow, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. “Se
As they walked to the building, the silence between them was almost comfortable, broken only by the distant hum of the city waking up. But Hezekiah’s mind wasn’t at ease. The night had been a rare escape, but reality was waiting to remind her of its weight. Just as they reached her building’s entrance, she turned to face him, crossing her arms. “You know this—tonight—doesn’t change the fact that you’re my boss, Darius.” He stopped, his expression shifting. “I didn’t bring you here as your boss, Hezekiah.” “But you are,” she said firmly, her voice steady but her eyes betraying the storm within. “And I’m just your secretary. Or your assistant. Whatever title suits the day.” “That’s not how I see you,” he said, his tone sharper now. “Really?” she challenged, raising an eyebrow. “Because every time you walk into that office, I’m reminded of exactly where I stand. You’re the Hedalgo heir, the one with the power, the authority, the legacy. I’m the one who makes sure your schedule