It was almost lunch, and the office seemed quieter than usual. Bryan had suggested we grab a bite at a restaurant nearby, but I’d refused. I wasn’t in the mood for his brand of company. As I worked through a report Charlotte had handed me, I noticed the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. The rhythm was slower than Bryan's hurried pace, more measured, familiar.
I didn’t have to look up to know who it was. “Why are you still working? It’s lunch time,” Dino’s voice broke through, smooth and casual. I glanced at him, not bothering to hide my frustration. “Because I have work to do. Some of us take our jobs seriously.” Dino chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe. “You know, you’re in the office, and yet you seem so far away. Always running away from me, Eloise.” I bit bJess sent a heart emoji. “Well, I’m just happy you’re handling it. If you need me to sneak into your office and ‘accidentally’ spill coffee on Bryan, just say the word." I laughed out loud. “I’ll keep that in mind." “Okay, but seriously, if you need to vent or anything, I’m here for you. Don’t let those office dramas get to you, alright?” she added with a supportive emoji. I smiled. “Thanks, Jess. I’ll be okay. It’s just a lot to take in right now.” “Anytime. You got this!” Jess sent with a fist-bump emoji. I smiled as I read Jess's last message. She always knew how to make me laugh, even if it was with her random emojis. I don’t know how she does it, but somehow she manages to pack so much emotion in just a few characters. Meanwhile, me? I stick to the basics straight to the point, like a police report. Emojis confuse me more than anything, but Jess? She’ll toss a hundred in a single message just to add some flair. I shook my head, still grinning. It’s funny how we balance
The lady sneered, crossing her arms. “Maybe next time you’ll watch where you’re going.” “What’s going on here?” a deep voice demanded. I looked up to see Dino standing in the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. His gaze shifted to me on the floor, my bleeding hand, and then to the lady standing above me. “She wasn’t paying attention,” the lady said, her tone suddenly defensive. “She ran into me.” Dino’s jaw tightened, his eyes dark with anger. “Is that why she’s bleeding? Because she ran into you?” The lady opened her mouth to argue, but Dino raised a hand to stop her. “Enough. Just leave. Now.” She hesitated, her eyes darting between Dino and me, before huffing and storming off. Dino knelt beside me, his expression softening. “Let me see,” he said gently. I reluctantly held out my hand, wincing as he inspected the cut. “This looks deep,” he said, his voice tight. “We need to get you to the nurse’s office.” “I’m fine,” I said, trying to push myself
"Fair enough," he said quietly, his tone measured. "I wasn’t exactly proud of who I was back then." I blinked, caught off guard by his admission. "What?" "You heard me," he said, his gaze steady. "I’ve made mistakes, Eloise. I was arrogant, selfish, and yeah, I hurt people. But I’ve changed or at least, I’m trying to. People like Amelia remind me of who I used to be, and I don’t want that in my company." I stared at him, unsure how to respond. The Dino I remembered wouldn’t have admitted to any of that, let alone shown any remorse. "Why are you telling me this?" I asked cautiously. "Because I don’t want you to think I’m that guy anymore," he said simply. "I know I can’t erase the past, but I can make damn sure it doesn’t define my future." For a moment, the room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning. I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to believe him, but another part of me was still holding onto the anger and hurt from years ago. "I’ll hol
When I got home, the familiar scent of lavender-scented candles greeted me. I kicked off my shoes by the door, feeling the exhaustion of the day settling deep in my bones. The bandage on my hand tugged slightly as I adjusted my bag, a sharp reminder of the chaos I’d been trying to forget. Mom’s voice floated from the kitchen, light and cheerful. "Eloise, you’re home! Just in time." I forced a smile as I stepped into the kitchen, where she was stirring something in a pot, her face glowing with excitement. "Hey, Mom." "How was work?" she asked, glancing at my hand with a brief frown before I could tuck it behind my back. "Fine. Just busy," I replied quickly, not in the mood to relive the office drama. She didn’t press, thank God. Instead, she wiped her hands on a dish towel and turned to me, her eyes sparkling with the kind of excitement that instantly put
Bryan was mid sentence, explaining something about the new project when I saw her, Sandra Hill. My breath hitched, a sharp, involuntary reaction as my heart slammed against my ribs. I didn’t think, I just grabbed the nearest file from my desk and practically threw it up in front of my face, pretending to be deeply engrossed in its contents. My hands trembled slightly, but I gripped the folder tighter, using it as a flimsy shield against a ghost from my past. Bryan paused, arching a brow. “Uh… are you hiding from someone, or is that file suddenly the most fascinating document in the history of paperwork?” His voice was light, teasing, but I didn’t drop the file. “Shh,” I hissed, cutting him off with a sharp whisper. My eyes darted over the top edge, just enough to catch a glimpse. There she was. Sandra’s sharp heels clicked confidently against the polished marble floor, a rhythmic, arrogant staccato that echoe
Sandra’s voice was sharp and dripping with condescension. “Is that Eloise Carter? Well, well, well… we meet again.” I froze, my fingers stiff over the keyboard. Slowly, I turned my head, locking eyes with her smug, flawless face. The same face I’d hated seeing back in high school, now standing here like she owned the place. She shifted slightly, her hand sliding casually onto Dino’s arm as if claiming territory. “You hired her?” she asked, her laugh light but filled with venom. “Come on, babe, it’s Eloise, the Locker Girl.” The words hit harder than I expected, like a slap wrapped in silk. Dino’s jaw clenched, his patience clearly thinning. “Enough, Sandra.” His voice was low but sharp, the kind that left no room for argument. But Sandra wasn’t one to back down easily. She gave me another once over, her lips curled into a sly smirk. “Relax, Dino. I’m just surprised. Guess some th
I walked out, my footsteps echoing in the nearly empty hallway, each one carrying the weight of memories I’d buried long ago. The cool evening air hit me as I stepped outside, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me. My heart was racing, not just from the argument with Dino but from the realization that seeing him with Sandra still had the power to unravel me. I hated that. I hated him for it. I didn’t bother waiting for the bus. My legs carried me faster than my thoughts as I walked down the street, trying to outrun the past. But memories have a way of catching up, no matter how far you go. Locker Girl. Her voice still echoed in my head, dripping with the same condescension she used back then. But I wasn’t that girl anymore. I was different now or at least, I thought I was. So why did it feel like nothing had changed? When I finally got home, Jess was sprawled on the couch, scrolling through her phone. She glanced up, her face lighting with a smile that fade
On the day of the trip.... The morning air was thick with that weird mix of anticipation and dread the kind you get when you know you’re walking straight into the lion’s den, but the lion has better hair and an expensive watch. My suitcase stood by the door, packed with everything I’d need for the trip… and absolutely nothing to help with the emotional baggage I was hauling along. Jess sprawled across my couch like she owned it, lazily flipping through TV channels, her oversized hoodie swallowing her whole. A bag of chips balanced precariously on her stomach. “I still can’t believe you’re leaving me,” she whined, stuffing another handful of chips into her mouth. “You’re abandoning me to deal with adulthood alone. You know I don’t even water plants properly, how am I supposed to take care of an entire house?” I smirked, adjusting the strap on my carry-on. “It’s not that serious. Just lock the doors, don’t burn the kitchen down, and maybe don’t invite any random strangers over.”
Sleep didn’t come. Eloise lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her mind tangled with thoughts she didn’t want to acknowledge. The motel room was small and dimly lit, the sound of the rain tapping lightly against the window. The storm had finally calmed, but inside her, a different kind of storm was brewing. Across the room, Dino was just as restless. He had one arm thrown over his forehead, his breathing steady but far from relaxed. The space between them felt too small, too charged, and the air was thick with words left unspoken. Minutes stretched into what felt like hours before he finally broke the silence. "You know, about last night," he said, his voice calm but intent. Eloise stiffened. She knew this conversation was inevitable, but that didn’t mean she was ready for it. "I don’t want to talk about last night," she cut in quickly. "You were drunk, c
Alessandro cleared his throat, giving them all a pointed look. “Enough bickering at the table.” Eloise sighed, shoving a bite of fruit into her mouth while Dino leaned closer, just enough to make her skin prickle. “You’re unusually quiet this morning, Carter.” She stiffened, refusing to take the bait. “I have nothing to say to you.” “Strange,” he mused, tapping his fork against his plate. “I seem to remember you having a lot to say last night.” Her fingers clenched around her fork, heat rising to her face. She knew exactly what he was doing. That stupid smirk, the teasing lilt in his voice, it was all meant to get under her skin. Before she could retort, Alessandro cleared his throat. “Now that we’re all gathered, I have an update. Anne and I need to handle some legal paperwork regarding the wedding, which means we’ll be spending most of the next few days taking care of that.”
But she didn’t close the gap. She froze, realization hitting her like a wave. What was she thinking? This was Dino. The same Dino who had driven her insane for years. The same Dino who had made a game out of her feelings. The same Dino who— Her gaze dropped to his face again, her resolve weakening. Before she could stop herself, she tilted her head slightly and pressed the lightest of pecks against his cheek. It wasn’t a kiss. Not really. Just a moment. A fleeting second of weakness that she would pretend never happened. She pulled back immediately, barely giving herself a chance to process what she had done before she stood up. Her heart was racing as she took a step toward the
She caught his arm without thinking. “Dino—” “I’m fine,” he muttered, though he was definitely swaying. Eloise rolled her eyes. “Great. Now I really do have to drag you back.” He leaned a little too close. “You don’t have to.” She ignored him, looping his arm around her shoulder and leading him away from the party. “Damn,” he murmured as they reached the Jeep. “Didn’t know you were this strong.” “Shut up and get in.” As she helped him into the passenger seat, he grinned up at her, eyes glassy but full of something unreadable. “See?” he murmured as she buckled him in. “Not so bad to hang around with, huh?” Eloise sighed.
The villa was quiet when Eloise and Dino snuck out like kids, the only sounds being the distant crash of ocean waves and the occasional rustling of palm trees. The air was warm, carrying the scent of salt and tropical flowers. It felt like the entire house was in deep sleep except for the two of them. Eloise still wasn’t sure how she let him talk her into this. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was frustration, or maybe it was just easier than arguing with him. Either way, here she was sitting in the passenger seat of a Jeep, arms crossed as Dino drove them toward the party. “You’re pouting,” Dino remarked, his eyes on the road but amusement clear in his tone. “I’m not pouting,” Eloise shot back. He smirked. “Sure.” The road was quiet, the headlights slicing through the darkness. Eloise glanced out the window, watching the palm trees blur past. She didn’t know what to expect from this party, but she was sure of one thing, it wasn’t her scene. The drive wasn’t long, and soon, the
She needed to get away from him, away from whatever this was turning into. Her mind was still reeling from the kiss, from the way her body had betrayed her by not pulling away sooner. Dino exhaled sharply, watching her storm off. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but that reaction? It stung more than it should have. Just as he was about to follow her back to the Jeep, a group of young adults around their age stopped them. A guy in a floral shirt and sunglasses grinned at them. “Hey, you two, I'm Alex ,” he said. “We’re throwing a party tonight at one of the beach houses 10 p.m. You should come.” Eloise barely acknowledged them, still too focused on putting distance between herself and Dino. But Dino smirked, glancing at the guy. “Yeah? What kind of party?”
Smoothing down her sundress, she turned and walked back inside, keeping her expression neutral. “What?” Dino leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching her with that familiar mix of amusement and challenge. “What did Jess say about me?” Eloise scoffed, moving past him toward the fridge. “Why would she say something about you?” Dino smirked. “Because I know she was talking about me.” Eloise grabbed a cold bottle of water, twisting the cap aggressively. “You think you’re the center of every conversation?” Dino shrugged, stepping closer. “Not every conversation. Just the ones where your heart starts racing.” Eloise froze mid-sip, the bottle halfway to her lips. “You’re delusional.” Dino tilted his head, eyes scanning her face like he could read every thought. “Am I?”
His voice was softer this time, lacking its usual edge. She hesitated, her hand hovering near the door handle. “I’m sorry for earlier.” That made her pause. Slowly, she turned back to face him. Dino wasn’t smirking or throwing out some sarcastic remark. He just stood there, his expression unreadable in the dim light, but there was something in his eyes, something she couldn’t quite name. She opened her mouth, then closed it, unsure of what to say. He’d never apologized before, not like this. “Okay,” she said finally, her voice quieter than she intended. Dino gave a small nod, rubbing the back of his neck like he wasn’t sure what else to do. The tension between them felt… different. Less sharp. But it was still there.
The yacht sailed smoothly across the glistening blue water, the hum of the engines blending with the rhythmic crash of waves against the hull. The sun cast a golden glow over the deck, but despite the picturesque setting, the air between Eloise and Dino remained thick with tension. Matteo, ever the entertainer, had already claimed a spot near the bar, lazily sipping a cocktail while chatting up one of the crew members. Luca had abandoned his phone for a book, flipping through the pages with an air of practiced indifference. Anne and Alessandro sat at the shaded dining area, exchanging occasional glances at the younger group, no doubt sensing the barely concealed hostility simmering between Eloise and Dino. Eloise, still at the railing, tried to focus on the vast, endless ocean instead of the irritation bubbling beneath her skin. It wasn’t just Dino’s presence, it was the way he always knew exactly how to get under her skin, as if he thrived on riling her up. She heard footsteps