They waited in silence, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating. I glanced at Liam, who was now leaning casually against the wall, his gaze focused on something distant. I wondered what he was thinking. Despite the way he often teased me, he’d come to my defense without hesitation. Maybe he wasn’t entirely the arrogant jerk I'd initially pegged him as. Or, he's just protecting his interests.The faint sound of helicopter blades grew louder, and my heart raced as I looked up. Through the window, I could see the sleek black helicopter approaching, its powerful rotor slicing through the air. Felix was sitting beside the pilot who was bringing the chopper in for a smooth landing on the flat section of the roof.Liam gestured for me to follow him, and I did, my excitement mingling with apprehension as we climbed up to the rooftop. The wind whipped around us as we approached the helicopter, and I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.Felix gave us a casual salute. “Need a lift?”
LIAM'S POV As I sat at the table, trying to appear as indifferent as possible, I couldn't ignore the fact that the meal was actually pretty good. The flavors were simple, but they hit just right, something homemade and honest in a way that my usual, upscale meals rarely managed. But I wasn’t about to let on. Amelia seemed to be enjoying herself too, smiling and chatting with the familiar faces passing by our table, a soft glow in her expression that I didn’t see often.Meanwhile, Felix was practically bouncing in his seat. He had this huge grin plastered across his face, clearly thrilled by the food and atmosphere. He’d already complimented the food three times, and the fact that he was genuinely having fun here at a place so far beneath the kind of place I’d typically go to was mildly irritating. But I had to admit, his enthusiasm was catching.I picked at my food, acting as though I was only mildly interested, even though I’d already polished off half my plate. Felix kept elbowing
KATE'S POVSitting in my office, I was flipping through some files when a knock on the door pulled me from my work. I looked up to see my assistant standing there, holding a bouquet of roses so vibrant they looked like they belonged in a dream. My mind went blank for a second as I stared at the flowers, taken completely by surprise."These are for you, ma’am," she said with a polite nod, handing them over before disappearing just as quickly as she arrived to give me some space.I blinked, glancing down at the bouquet in my hands, still trying to process it. Who could have sent me flowers? Nestled among the roses was a small envelope, so I plucked it out and carefully opened it. Inside was a card, and written in elegant handwriting were the words:“To the most radiant woman in the building, your beauty is matched only by your intelligence. I would be honored if you'd join me for dinner. Somewhere nice and cozy, away from hospital smells.- Greg.”I chuckled as I read his words again, ha
LIAM'S POVAfter a busy day today, I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through my phone, trying to catch up on a few emails when it buzzed.“Hello?”“Um… hi, Liam! It’s Susan… from the restaurant?” cane the voice at the other end.Ah, right. The girl from the restaurant. The one with that nervous laugh and doe-eyed expression every time I glanced in her direction. She must’ve finally worked up the courage to call me. I smiled, leaning back on the couch.“Suzy,” I said smoothly, letting her name roll off my tongue like I’d been expecting her call all day. “I was wondering when I’d hear from you.”“Oh! Well, I didn’t want to, you know, bother you too soon.” Her voice was breathy, a little timid, and I could almost picture her twirling her hair nervously on the other end of the line.“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have given you my number if I didn’t want to hear from you,” I said, dropping my voice a bit. The flattery was easy, almost automatic.There was a shy giggle from her end.“So,
Instead of being even slightly affected, he just leaned back with that infuriating smile. “Is that so? Well, I think you're worrying about the wrong issues. Should I give you something new to worry about, since you have enough time for this?” His eyes gleamed with a hint of that arrogance that made me want to scream. "And might I remind you, Amelia, that you’re here on my terms. So maybe do well to know your place.”‘Know your place.’ As if he was some kind of king, and I was supposed to be grateful just to breathe the same air.I bit back a retort, knowing that arguing with him would get me nowhere. But as I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel pity for poor Susan. He's right though, how can she just throw herself at him so cheaply? It's not even up to 24 hours since he started flirting with her and now she's stale news.******AMELIA'S POVLater that day…It was just supposed to be a work lunch, a quiet meal to go over some details Liam wanted to discuss in a “better setting” outsi
Greg's POVI made sure tonight was perfect. Every little detail had to be right because Kate well, she deserved that much. She had this sweetness about her, a kindness that I hadn’t seen in a long time. And if there was one thing I wanted, it was to make sure she had a good time, a night to remember.The restaurant was elegant but not overdone. Dim lighting, soft music, nothing too flashy or crowded. I wanted her to feel at ease, to see me as someone who could offer her a world outside of the bling lifestyle, a world where she could just relax and enjoy herself.In about ten minutes from our agreed meeting time, she walked in.“Hey” She greeted me with a shy smile. “Hope I can be pardoned for being ten minutes late?”“You're the boss and the boss is never late.” I beaned which made her smile widen.I pulled her chair out as she sat, watching as her cheeks flushed slightly. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft and genuine. I smiled back, trying to keep it gentle. This wasn’t the t
AMELIA'S POVAs I made my way to the golf club bar to grab drinks for the group, I was honestly relieved to escape for a few minutes. The whole golf course vibe was beginning to feel like a reality show. I took a deep breath, appreciating the quiet of the bar, and walked up to place my order.As I reached the counter, I signaled to the bar man to attend to me. While I was waiting for him to get the drinks ready, a man came to join me at the counter, casually dressed in a polo shirt that somehow looked expensive and well-tailored. He had a confidence about him, the kind that seemed effortless. His back was to me, but he was chatting with the bartender, flashing a grin that made the older man laugh. It was charming, I had to admit, but I was here first and I didn’t come here to socialize. I just wanted the drinks and to get back before Liam decided to make a scene about me taking too long.“Excuse me, what's taking so long? I've been here for about ten minutes.” I said impatiently.“Mad
LIAM'S POVAfter a few rounds of beating Felix at golf, I went to sit down for a break.I drummed my fingers impatiently on the table, scanning the place for Amelia. She'd been gone longer than it should have taken to grab a few drinks, and I was really parched. My gaze flickered to the clock on my phone, and I felt a small spike of irritation rise within me. Where could she possibly be?Finally, I spotted her weaving through the crowd, balancing a tray of drinks in her hands and looking a little flustered. I raised an eyebrow as she reached the table, setting down the glasses carefully."Did you decide to brew the drinks yourself ?" I asked with mild sarcasm, though the curiosity was genuine. "What took so long?"Before she could answer, a voice came from just behind her."I was the cause."I looked up, my eyes meeting those of a man I hadn’t seen in a while. The faintest trace of surprise flickered within me, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I kept my expression neutral, just star
I tossed my phone onto the couch beside me, leaning back and crossing my arms. It was infuriating. She didn’t even seem to realize what she had, the opportunities she was being handed on a silver platter. I would’ve killed to be in her shoes, to have even a fraction of what she had. But no, Amelia is so dense, and she probably didn’t even appreciate it.Taking a deep breath, I picked up my phone again, staring at her face on the screen. My fingers hovered over the “like” button for a second before I swiped past the post entirely. Never!But as much as I tried to push it all away, the images stayed with me: her smiles, the ease with which she fit into a world I’d wanted badly. And the jealousy burned hotter than ever.I was still trying to distract myself with other things when I heard a knock on the door. I got up hesitant to see who was at the door. It was our neighbor from a few blocks away, Patrick. “Hi Sandra, is your sister home?” He asked with a bright smile.Seriously if I hea
AMELIA'S POV When Liam gets worked up, it’s a different kind of entertainment altogether. I should probably feel bad about how much I was enjoying this, but honestly, watching him pace around his living room, muttering about the weather, of all things, was pure comedy.“It was the wind,” he said for the fifth time, pointing accusingly at nothing in particular. “It wasn’t a fair game. Every time I swung, the wind blew the ball off target. Did you see that, Amelia? The wind was against me.”I pressed my lips together, trying my absolute best to hold in the laugh that threatened to burst out. “The wind, huh?” I said, feigning seriousness. “Not Tristan’s skill or the fact that he beat you fair and square?”He shot me a glare, pacing to the other side of the room. “It wasn’t fair! Did you see his shot on the other hole? The wind actually helped him. It was like it was in his favor the entire time.”This time, I couldn’t stop myself. A laugh slipped out, and I quickly covered my mouth, try
Although this was to be a friendly golf game, it was a lowkey competition. It was a match between the creme de la creme. They weren’t here to just play; they were here to win.Felix stood on the sidelines with a look of concentration, cheering Liam on at every shot, calling out words of encouragement and advice. He looked completely wrapped up in the game. Across from him, Hela was cheering just as loudly for the Prince, her eyes flashing every time Liam’s shot veered slightly off course. It was hard not to notice the way she would give him these pointed looks whenever he glanced her way. I could tell she was annoyed with him, though I didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because of Sophie, the girl Liam had brought along, who was currently watching the game with a slightly bored look on her face. Liam had not even bothered to introduce her to Tristan.I, on the other hand, didn’t know where to put my support. Part of me wanted to root for Liam because he is my boss. But then there wa
LIAM'S POVAfter a few rounds of beating Felix at golf, I went to sit down for a break.I drummed my fingers impatiently on the table, scanning the place for Amelia. She'd been gone longer than it should have taken to grab a few drinks, and I was really parched. My gaze flickered to the clock on my phone, and I felt a small spike of irritation rise within me. Where could she possibly be?Finally, I spotted her weaving through the crowd, balancing a tray of drinks in her hands and looking a little flustered. I raised an eyebrow as she reached the table, setting down the glasses carefully."Did you decide to brew the drinks yourself ?" I asked with mild sarcasm, though the curiosity was genuine. "What took so long?"Before she could answer, a voice came from just behind her."I was the cause."I looked up, my eyes meeting those of a man I hadn’t seen in a while. The faintest trace of surprise flickered within me, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I kept my expression neutral, just star
AMELIA'S POVAs I made my way to the golf club bar to grab drinks for the group, I was honestly relieved to escape for a few minutes. The whole golf course vibe was beginning to feel like a reality show. I took a deep breath, appreciating the quiet of the bar, and walked up to place my order.As I reached the counter, I signaled to the bar man to attend to me. While I was waiting for him to get the drinks ready, a man came to join me at the counter, casually dressed in a polo shirt that somehow looked expensive and well-tailored. He had a confidence about him, the kind that seemed effortless. His back was to me, but he was chatting with the bartender, flashing a grin that made the older man laugh. It was charming, I had to admit, but I was here first and I didn’t come here to socialize. I just wanted the drinks and to get back before Liam decided to make a scene about me taking too long.“Excuse me, what's taking so long? I've been here for about ten minutes.” I said impatiently.“Mad
Greg's POVI made sure tonight was perfect. Every little detail had to be right because Kate well, she deserved that much. She had this sweetness about her, a kindness that I hadn’t seen in a long time. And if there was one thing I wanted, it was to make sure she had a good time, a night to remember.The restaurant was elegant but not overdone. Dim lighting, soft music, nothing too flashy or crowded. I wanted her to feel at ease, to see me as someone who could offer her a world outside of the bling lifestyle, a world where she could just relax and enjoy herself.In about ten minutes from our agreed meeting time, she walked in.“Hey” She greeted me with a shy smile. “Hope I can be pardoned for being ten minutes late?”“You're the boss and the boss is never late.” I beaned which made her smile widen.I pulled her chair out as she sat, watching as her cheeks flushed slightly. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice soft and genuine. I smiled back, trying to keep it gentle. This wasn’t the t
Instead of being even slightly affected, he just leaned back with that infuriating smile. “Is that so? Well, I think you're worrying about the wrong issues. Should I give you something new to worry about, since you have enough time for this?” His eyes gleamed with a hint of that arrogance that made me want to scream. "And might I remind you, Amelia, that you’re here on my terms. So maybe do well to know your place.”‘Know your place.’ As if he was some kind of king, and I was supposed to be grateful just to breathe the same air.I bit back a retort, knowing that arguing with him would get me nowhere. But as I walked away, I couldn’t help but feel pity for poor Susan. He's right though, how can she just throw herself at him so cheaply? It's not even up to 24 hours since he started flirting with her and now she's stale news.******AMELIA'S POVLater that day…It was just supposed to be a work lunch, a quiet meal to go over some details Liam wanted to discuss in a “better setting” outsi
LIAM'S POVAfter a busy day today, I was lounging on the couch, scrolling through my phone, trying to catch up on a few emails when it buzzed.“Hello?”“Um… hi, Liam! It’s Susan… from the restaurant?” cane the voice at the other end.Ah, right. The girl from the restaurant. The one with that nervous laugh and doe-eyed expression every time I glanced in her direction. She must’ve finally worked up the courage to call me. I smiled, leaning back on the couch.“Suzy,” I said smoothly, letting her name roll off my tongue like I’d been expecting her call all day. “I was wondering when I’d hear from you.”“Oh! Well, I didn’t want to, you know, bother you too soon.” Her voice was breathy, a little timid, and I could almost picture her twirling her hair nervously on the other end of the line.“Don’t be silly. I wouldn’t have given you my number if I didn’t want to hear from you,” I said, dropping my voice a bit. The flattery was easy, almost automatic.There was a shy giggle from her end.“So,
KATE'S POVSitting in my office, I was flipping through some files when a knock on the door pulled me from my work. I looked up to see my assistant standing there, holding a bouquet of roses so vibrant they looked like they belonged in a dream. My mind went blank for a second as I stared at the flowers, taken completely by surprise."These are for you, ma’am," she said with a polite nod, handing them over before disappearing just as quickly as she arrived to give me some space.I blinked, glancing down at the bouquet in my hands, still trying to process it. Who could have sent me flowers? Nestled among the roses was a small envelope, so I plucked it out and carefully opened it. Inside was a card, and written in elegant handwriting were the words:“To the most radiant woman in the building, your beauty is matched only by your intelligence. I would be honored if you'd join me for dinner. Somewhere nice and cozy, away from hospital smells.- Greg.”I chuckled as I read his words again, ha