Ethan’s POV
I leaned back in my leather chair, a pen balanced between my fingers as I skimmed the latest projects. The numbers were strong, stronger than I’d expected, but my focus was slipping. Howard Reynolds, my grandfather and perpetual thorn in my side, had been waiting in the adjacent lounge for over five minutes.
“Sir.” David, my assistant, cleared his throat. He was standing stiffly by the door, his tone calm but insistent. “The chairman is still waiting.”
I didn't look up. “And?”
David shifted uncomfortably. “He’s been known to lose patience.”
That made me smirk. “He’s never had any.”
The door burst open just as he spoke, and Howard strode in, his booming voice filling the room. “YOU ARROGANT RASCAL! HOW MANY HOURS ARE YOU PLANNIN’ TO KEEP ME WAITIN’?” His accent held the unmistakable edge of someone who had seen and conquered his share of New York’s toughest boardrooms.
I glanced up, keeping my expression carefully neutral. “You’re early.”
“Early, my ass.” He yanked off his hat and tossed it onto my desk before planting himself in the chair opposite me. “Not gonna offer your old man a seat? Hm?”
“You seem perfectly capable of seating yourself,” I said dryly, leaning back in my chair. “What brings you here, Grandpa?”
Howard grumbled as he crossed his arms, his sharp blue eyes—eyes I’d unfortunately inherited—boring into me. “The hell’s gotten into you, kid? You’ve been running this company like a damn fortress. You need to get out more.”
“I’m busy.”
“Busy doing what?” he shot back. “Workin’ yourself into an early grave?”
I exhaled sharply, picking up my pen again. “If this is your way of getting me to a family dinner, the answer’s still no.”
“It’s not dinner.” Howard leaned forward, his voice dropping into that gravelly tone I’d come to dread over the years. “You’re going on a date.”
The pen froze in my hand. Slowly, I set it down, turning my full attention to him. “Not interested.”
“It’s not about interest.” A grin spread across his weathered face, the kind that always made me want to lock my office door. “It’s about necessity.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Necessity?”
“You’ve been running GlowMira like a damn robot. The board’s startin’ to talk. They want to see you as more than some workaholic automaton. Show ‘em you’ve got a human side—take a girl out. One date.”
I folded my arms, leaning back in my chair as I stared him down. “The board needs results, not spectacle.”
“This ain’t about the board, boy. It’s about you.” He jabbed a finger at me, the gesture as sharp as his words. “Gettin’ to know someone might do you some good.”
“Who?” My voice was sharp, each syllable clipped as my patience began to unravel. “Who did you set me up with this time?”
“Riley Bennett.” His tone was smug, as if he’d just revealed a winning hand. “Daughter of Kenneth Bennett—you know, Adams Cosmetics. The families go way back.”
I let out a humorless laugh. “A business arrangement, then.”
Howard shrugged, his grin unwavering. “Marriage, merger, what’s the difference? All I’m saying is, go meet the girl. Be polite. Maybe it’ll surprise you.”
“And if I don’t?”
Howard leaned back, reaching for the remote on my coffee table like he owned the place. “Then I’ll stay here. Order pizza. Watch the game. Maybe call your mother for backup.”
My jaw tightened. Howard didn’t bluff. “Fine,” I bit out. “When?”
“Tonight. Seven o’clock.” He stood, clapping me on the shoulder with a force that almost made me wince. “Don’t disappoint me, kid.”
Later, as the car wove through Manhattan’s chaotic evening traffic, I sat in the back seat, glaring out the window. The city light's blurred past in a swirl of neon and shadow, but I couldn’t muster any interest. David, ever the cautious driver, kept his eyes on the road, though I could see his reflection glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
“Take it easy on him, Mr. Reynolds. Howard’s getting on in years,” David said finally, breaking the silence. His tone was mild, but I didn’t miss the edge of humor.
“Age doesn’t make him any less of a snake,” I muttered, loosening my tie.
David grinned. “Maybe. But at least he’s an entertaining one.”
I shot him a look. “Entertaining? This is the man who once called you ‘Ethan’s secretary’ during a board meeting.”
“And yet, here I am. Loyal as ever.” David smirked, then added under his breath, “Though I think he suspects us.”
“Suspects us of what?”
David didn’t miss a beat. “Being in a committed, long-term relationship.”
I blinked, caught off guard. “What?!”
“Think about it.” He gestured vaguely with one hand. “You don’t date. I’m always around. We finish each other’s sentences—sometimes not even sentences, just single words. Very couple-like.”
I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I can’t believe I’m having this conversation.”
David laughed, his shoulders shaking as he turned a corner. “You know, the idea of Howard Reynolds grappling with his supposedly gay grandson is the only thing getting me through this traffic.”
“I hate you.”
“Liar.” He grinned, but his expression softened as he glanced at me again. “Look, it’s one date. Smile, drink something overpriced, and you’re free.”
“Howard said the same thing.”
“Well, he’s not wrong.”
I sighed, leaning back into the seat. “One date. One evening. And then I can get back to work.”
David didn’t answer, wisely choosing to let the subject drop. Outside, the restaurant came into view, a sleek, glass-fronted building that screamed exclusivity. As the car slowed to a stop, I adjusted my tie and braced myself.
“You know,” David said as I reached for the door handle, “if you really wanted to scare her off, you could just tell her you’re already taken—by me.”.
I gave him a withering look. “Don’t wait up.”
His laugh followed me as I stepped out into the crisp evening air. One date. One evening. Then it would be over. It had to be.
An hour later, I was sitting on a ridiculously plush couch in an obscenely dark high-end lounge that made me feel like a fraud against the shiny modernity of it all. I had my legs crossed and tried to look as sure of myself as I could manage, but my head was nothing short of buzzing. I took a quick glance around the clubby room, looking for the man who Kenneth Bennett, aka Riley’s dad, had tried to set her up with.Come on, Harper, I thought, it’s just one evening. You can do this.But as I tried to steel myself, my thoughts scattered again, and anxiety crept in. What if… he’s some pompous, middle-aged Wall Street type? Someone who thinks he can impress me with his vacation home in the Hamptons? I forced myself to take a deep breath. No. Think of the money. Do it for the loan…"Are you, by any chance, Riley Bennett?" a voice interrupted my thoughts.I glanced up and promptly forgot how to breathe. The shoes were so shiny they practically glowed in the dark, light spilling through spot
The GlowMira Corporation was buzzing with anticipation. The new CEO was set to start this week, and everyone seemed to be in a frenzy getting the office in tip-top shape. While I was trying to focus on the endless pile of tasks at my desk, everyone else was scrambling around, perfecting every tiny detail. Jean and Marco balanced on chairs, struggling to hang a massive “Welcome, GlowMira’s Newest CEO!” banner across the lobby entrance.“Stop complaining and just get it done!” Connor hollered as he passed by, giving Sasha an exasperated look while she grumbled, pushing a mop across the polished floor.“But why are we here on a Saturday?” Sasha pouted, scowling as she scrubbed harder. Rumors were already circulating that the new CEO was a bit of a neat freak, insisting everything be meticulously organized.Jean shuffled past, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Just here for the overtime…”But then my phone buzzed on my desk and I had to stop myself from doing a little happy dance as I g
Riley’s apartment was its usual mix of chaos and charm. Sleek, designer furniture was scattered with the evidence of her daily life: unopened packages stacked by the wall, a lone stiletto abandoned under the coffee table, and a throw draped across the couch like an afterthought. I walked in, uninvited as always, dropped my bag on her floor and face planted onto her fancy pillows.“Kill me now,” I groaned into the throw pillow.Riley’s voice floated from the kitchen. “Kill you? Never. You’re my primary source of entertainment.”I lifted my head just enough to glare at her. “Great. Glad my misery serves a purpose.”She appeared with a steaming mug of tea in one hand, the picture of unbothered luxury, and perched on the armrest near my head. “Rough day?”“Try rough life.” I rolled over, lying on my back. “You have no idea what I’ve been through today.”She smirked and sipped her tea. “I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”“Oh! I’m telling you,” I said sitting up and throwing my arms
Monday morning at GlowMira Corporation was buzzing with more chaos than usual. The air was so tense you could almost feel it as everyone ran around trying to get their work done in time for the new CEO’s big reveal. It was mandatory—a company-wide conference. Everybody, and I mean everybody, had to report to the main hall and see the guy who had already managed to upend the office without even showing his face.I was running on two hours of sleep and sheer spite. The conversations around me were a blend of guesses and nerves.“Do you think he’s going to be like his grandfather?” Marco mused aloud, balancing a precarious tower of paperwork on his desk.“Let’s hope not,” Sasha muttered. “Howard Reynolds is terrifying. I’d rather not work under a younger, scarier version of him.”“Maybe he’ll be a laid-back rich kid,” Marco suggested.Sasha rolled her eyes. “In what world do laid-back rich kids take over companies like GlowMira? Get real.”I didn’t chime in, too focused on suppressing th
Harper’s POVMondays were already a nightmare, but this was definitely a horror movie. After the spectacle' of the conference where the new CEO hadn’t even bothered to show up, the entire office was still buzzing with gossip.Actually, come to think of it, the only thing worse than an intimidating boss was a mysterious one. Except for the fact that almost everyone seemed to be getting off on having a CEO who stuck around as nothing more than an urban legend, and I was drowning under a pile of work my manager hadn’t even apologized about yet.“Harper, I need these reports reviewed and summarized by noon,” he had said before vanishing like a ghost.That was two hours ago. I was still only halfway through.I sighed, stretching my arms before standing up. I needed coffee. Badly. I picked up my coffee mug and headed down the hall to the break room, hoping that the caffeine would help with both of the above.The break room was mercifully empty when I arrived. I poured myself a cup of coffee
The next morning, I was at my desk, trying everything possible to focus on my work when my phone buzzed.Ethan Reynolds.I nearly choked on my coffee.No. Absolutely not. This can’t real.I stared hard at the screen as if I could change the words that were displayed on it before I answered“Marry me.”I froze.The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Wait a second, did he just ...?My fingers tightened around my phone, almost snapping it in half. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!”Silence. Then, with his usual maddening calm:“I said, marry me.”My chair screeched as I bolted upright. “M-Marry—” I choked, knocking my coffee dangerously close to my laptop.Connor, my coworker, peeked over the cubicle. “Harper, you good?”I let out a maniacal laugh. “Sure am! why do you ask?” I flashed him a shaky thumbs-up before whispering into the phone, “Hold that for a minute.”I scrambled out of my chair, my heart beating at an unusual rate as I sped-walked down the hallway. Maybe if I moved fast enough, I could es
Harper’s POVI was a woman on a mission.A mission to get the hell out of this building before Ethan Reynolds even looked in my direction.Logically, there was zero reason for him to notice me. To him, I was just another nameless employee. A nobody. But my anxiety? Oh no, it was convinced that the second we crossed paths, he’d sniff out my deception like a bloodhound.I checked the time. 11:45 AM.Lunch hour. Perfect.Plan A: Blend into the rush of employees leaving the building. Simple. Foolproof. Non-suspicious.I slung my bag over my shoulder, put my head down, and walked with the river of humans leaving the building. My heart hammered as I bobbed and weaved through people, hyper alert to everything in motion.Don’t look back. Don’t even glance at the lobby.The revolving doors were in sight. I was so close.Then—“Mr. Reynolds, sir! Good afternoon!”My stomach dropped.No. No. NO.I risked a glance—big mistake.Across the lobby, Ethan Reynolds was stepping out of the elevator, loo
I strolled into the restaurant like I were it's boss.Chin up, steps slow, hips swaying—not too much, but just enough to be seen. That was the trick with the femme fatale act. You didn’t rush. You let the room adjust to you.And adjust they did.A few heads turned. The hostess did a quick double take. Curious glances brushed over me—some intrigued, some impressed, some undoubtedly judging.I didn’t care.Because tonight, I wasn’t Harper Adams.I was Riley Bennett, socialite and professional heartbreaker.At least, that was the illusion I needed to sell.Inside? I was spiraling.My heart felt like it was doing back-flips in my chest. My stomach was knotted so tight I thought i would pass out any second now. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, fake an emergency, do anything but sit across from this man.But I had a mission: Make Ethan regret this arrangement.And the best way to do that? Be the exact opposite of what a Reynolds bride should be.The Look? Executed Flawlessly.✔
I strolled into the restaurant like I were it's boss.Chin up, steps slow, hips swaying—not too much, but just enough to be seen. That was the trick with the femme fatale act. You didn’t rush. You let the room adjust to you.And adjust they did.A few heads turned. The hostess did a quick double take. Curious glances brushed over me—some intrigued, some impressed, some undoubtedly judging.I didn’t care.Because tonight, I wasn’t Harper Adams.I was Riley Bennett, socialite and professional heartbreaker.At least, that was the illusion I needed to sell.Inside? I was spiraling.My heart felt like it was doing back-flips in my chest. My stomach was knotted so tight I thought i would pass out any second now. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, fake an emergency, do anything but sit across from this man.But I had a mission: Make Ethan regret this arrangement.And the best way to do that? Be the exact opposite of what a Reynolds bride should be.The Look? Executed Flawlessly.✔
Harper’s POVI was a woman on a mission.A mission to get the hell out of this building before Ethan Reynolds even looked in my direction.Logically, there was zero reason for him to notice me. To him, I was just another nameless employee. A nobody. But my anxiety? Oh no, it was convinced that the second we crossed paths, he’d sniff out my deception like a bloodhound.I checked the time. 11:45 AM.Lunch hour. Perfect.Plan A: Blend into the rush of employees leaving the building. Simple. Foolproof. Non-suspicious.I slung my bag over my shoulder, put my head down, and walked with the river of humans leaving the building. My heart hammered as I bobbed and weaved through people, hyper alert to everything in motion.Don’t look back. Don’t even glance at the lobby.The revolving doors were in sight. I was so close.Then—“Mr. Reynolds, sir! Good afternoon!”My stomach dropped.No. No. NO.I risked a glance—big mistake.Across the lobby, Ethan Reynolds was stepping out of the elevator, loo
The next morning, I was at my desk, trying everything possible to focus on my work when my phone buzzed.Ethan Reynolds.I nearly choked on my coffee.No. Absolutely not. This can’t real.I stared hard at the screen as if I could change the words that were displayed on it before I answered“Marry me.”I froze.The words hit me like a ton of bricks. Wait a second, did he just ...?My fingers tightened around my phone, almost snapping it in half. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!”Silence. Then, with his usual maddening calm:“I said, marry me.”My chair screeched as I bolted upright. “M-Marry—” I choked, knocking my coffee dangerously close to my laptop.Connor, my coworker, peeked over the cubicle. “Harper, you good?”I let out a maniacal laugh. “Sure am! why do you ask?” I flashed him a shaky thumbs-up before whispering into the phone, “Hold that for a minute.”I scrambled out of my chair, my heart beating at an unusual rate as I sped-walked down the hallway. Maybe if I moved fast enough, I could es
Harper’s POVMondays were already a nightmare, but this was definitely a horror movie. After the spectacle' of the conference where the new CEO hadn’t even bothered to show up, the entire office was still buzzing with gossip.Actually, come to think of it, the only thing worse than an intimidating boss was a mysterious one. Except for the fact that almost everyone seemed to be getting off on having a CEO who stuck around as nothing more than an urban legend, and I was drowning under a pile of work my manager hadn’t even apologized about yet.“Harper, I need these reports reviewed and summarized by noon,” he had said before vanishing like a ghost.That was two hours ago. I was still only halfway through.I sighed, stretching my arms before standing up. I needed coffee. Badly. I picked up my coffee mug and headed down the hall to the break room, hoping that the caffeine would help with both of the above.The break room was mercifully empty when I arrived. I poured myself a cup of coffee
Monday morning at GlowMira Corporation was buzzing with more chaos than usual. The air was so tense you could almost feel it as everyone ran around trying to get their work done in time for the new CEO’s big reveal. It was mandatory—a company-wide conference. Everybody, and I mean everybody, had to report to the main hall and see the guy who had already managed to upend the office without even showing his face.I was running on two hours of sleep and sheer spite. The conversations around me were a blend of guesses and nerves.“Do you think he’s going to be like his grandfather?” Marco mused aloud, balancing a precarious tower of paperwork on his desk.“Let’s hope not,” Sasha muttered. “Howard Reynolds is terrifying. I’d rather not work under a younger, scarier version of him.”“Maybe he’ll be a laid-back rich kid,” Marco suggested.Sasha rolled her eyes. “In what world do laid-back rich kids take over companies like GlowMira? Get real.”I didn’t chime in, too focused on suppressing th
Riley’s apartment was its usual mix of chaos and charm. Sleek, designer furniture was scattered with the evidence of her daily life: unopened packages stacked by the wall, a lone stiletto abandoned under the coffee table, and a throw draped across the couch like an afterthought. I walked in, uninvited as always, dropped my bag on her floor and face planted onto her fancy pillows.“Kill me now,” I groaned into the throw pillow.Riley’s voice floated from the kitchen. “Kill you? Never. You’re my primary source of entertainment.”I lifted my head just enough to glare at her. “Great. Glad my misery serves a purpose.”She appeared with a steaming mug of tea in one hand, the picture of unbothered luxury, and perched on the armrest near my head. “Rough day?”“Try rough life.” I rolled over, lying on my back. “You have no idea what I’ve been through today.”She smirked and sipped her tea. “I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”“Oh! I’m telling you,” I said sitting up and throwing my arms
The GlowMira Corporation was buzzing with anticipation. The new CEO was set to start this week, and everyone seemed to be in a frenzy getting the office in tip-top shape. While I was trying to focus on the endless pile of tasks at my desk, everyone else was scrambling around, perfecting every tiny detail. Jean and Marco balanced on chairs, struggling to hang a massive “Welcome, GlowMira’s Newest CEO!” banner across the lobby entrance.“Stop complaining and just get it done!” Connor hollered as he passed by, giving Sasha an exasperated look while she grumbled, pushing a mop across the polished floor.“But why are we here on a Saturday?” Sasha pouted, scowling as she scrubbed harder. Rumors were already circulating that the new CEO was a bit of a neat freak, insisting everything be meticulously organized.Jean shuffled past, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Just here for the overtime…”But then my phone buzzed on my desk and I had to stop myself from doing a little happy dance as I g
An hour later, I was sitting on a ridiculously plush couch in an obscenely dark high-end lounge that made me feel like a fraud against the shiny modernity of it all. I had my legs crossed and tried to look as sure of myself as I could manage, but my head was nothing short of buzzing. I took a quick glance around the clubby room, looking for the man who Kenneth Bennett, aka Riley’s dad, had tried to set her up with.Come on, Harper, I thought, it’s just one evening. You can do this.But as I tried to steel myself, my thoughts scattered again, and anxiety crept in. What if… he’s some pompous, middle-aged Wall Street type? Someone who thinks he can impress me with his vacation home in the Hamptons? I forced myself to take a deep breath. No. Think of the money. Do it for the loan…"Are you, by any chance, Riley Bennett?" a voice interrupted my thoughts.I glanced up and promptly forgot how to breathe. The shoes were so shiny they practically glowed in the dark, light spilling through spot
Ethan’s POVI leaned back in my leather chair, a pen balanced between my fingers as I skimmed the latest projects. The numbers were strong, stronger than I’d expected, but my focus was slipping. Howard Reynolds, my grandfather and perpetual thorn in my side, had been waiting in the adjacent lounge for over five minutes.“Sir.” David, my assistant, cleared his throat. He was standing stiffly by the door, his tone calm but insistent. “The chairman is still waiting.”I didn't look up. “And?”David shifted uncomfortably. “He’s been known to lose patience.”That made me smirk. “He’s never had any.”The door burst open just as he spoke, and Howard strode in, his booming voice filling the room. “YOU ARROGANT RASCAL! HOW MANY HOURS ARE YOU PLANNIN’ TO KEEP ME WAITIN’?” His accent held the unmistakable edge of someone who had seen and conquered his share of New York’s toughest boardrooms.I glanced up, keeping my expression carefully neutral. “You’re early.”“Early, my ass.” He yanked off his