Dino's POV I sat in my office, staring blankly at the stack of papers in front of me. Guilt and surprise twisted in my chest as I replayed the scene of Eloise storming out. I shouldn't have done the interview. The moment I saw her name on the application, I should have stepped back, let someone else handle it. But no I had to know. I had to see her. I hissed under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair. "Stupid," I muttered, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. My fingers drummed against the desk tap, tap-tap tap, an unconscious rhythm that only stopped when I realized what I was doing. It was a habit I hadn’t thought about in years, one that took me straight back to high school. To her. I exhaled sharply, leaning back in my chair. The memory of Eloise running out of the lunch gathering the other day hit me like a slap. That was my fault too. I’d been cold, distant, maybe even smug. It was automatic, a reflex from the past. But watching her face crumble, even for a momen
Eloise’s POV I woke up to the buzz of my phone vibrating on the nightstand. Groaning, I reached for it, squinting at the bright screen. "Dear Miss Carter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for the position of Executive Secretary at Prestige Global. Welcome to the team!" I blinked, reading the message twice. I got the job. I actually got the job. My emotions teetered between surprise and anxiety. How was I supposed to feel about this? Relief? Dread? A combination of both? Before I could fully process it, a knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. “Morning, sunshine!” Mom chirped as she walked in uninvited, as usual. “I see you’re already up,” she added, smiling brightly as she leaned against the doorframe. “Morning, Mom,” I mumbled, sitting up and running a hand through my messy hair. She strolled in like she owned the place, well, actually she doesn't own the place, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Ready for the big talk today?” I hesitated, u
I sighed deeply, the end credits of The Godfather rolling across the screen. The movie had given me a temporary escape, but now reality was waiting.I stood and stretched, realizing I’d left my phone upstairs. I padded up the steps, my mind wandering back to the message from Prestige Global.Once in my room, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and instinctively opened Instagram. Without much thought, I typed "Dino Alessandro" into the search bar. His profile popped up instantly blue checkmark and all.“Of course, he’s verified,” I muttered, clicking on his account.At first, I only skimmed his recent posts business photos, fancy dinners, charity events. The curated life of a rich man. But curiosity got the better of me, and I kept scrolling. And scrolling.Until I saw her.The photo was old, buried deep in his profile. Dino stood with his arm casually slung around Sandra Hill, the reigning queen of our high school back in the day. Sandra had been beautiful, popular, and as cruel as
She was staring at my phone with wide eyes, her finger hovering over the screen. “You need to see this,” she said, excitement lacing her tone. She turned the phone towards me, and I instantly regretted looking. There, in all its glory, was a picture of Dino, shirtless, his abs defined and glistening under the sun. The background was a beach, waves crashing softly behind him. The photo looked recent, Dino standing tall with his arms crossed, a slight smirk on his face as though he knew the effect it would have on anyone who saw it. “What?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper. “No way.” Jessica looked at me with a teasing grin. “Sorry to say it, but Dino Alessandro is a hot guy.” She giggled, then with a mischievous glint in her eye, she tapped the like button on the photo. My jaw dropped. “Jessica, no! Don’t! What are you doing?” I reached for the phone, but she pulled it away just out of my grasp. “Oh, relax. What’s the worst that can happen?” she said, clearly enjo
Weekend was close by, and I still felt nervous about the upcoming gala. I couldn’t shake the unease that came with being around the Alessandro family, Dino in particular. Mom had gone out for the afternoon, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I texted her, desperate for a distraction. Me: Mom, can Jess also come to the gala? It didn’t take long for her to reply. Mom: Sure, but why don’t you ask Alessandro first? I sighed, staring at the screen. Of course, she’d suggest that. It wasn’t like I wanted to speak to Dino or his father more than I absolutely had to, but now it seemed unavoidable. After pacing around my room for a solid five minutes, I picked up my phone. The number saved as Mr. Alessandro stared back at me. I would’ve saved it as Mr. Gabriel or even just Gabriel
At around 5 PM, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. I was about to head downstairs when I heard Mom already at the door. “Jess!” Mom’s voice carried up the stairs, warm and welcoming. By the time I got downstairs, they were already chatting. Jessica stood in the entryway, balancing a dress case in one hand and a shoe box in the other, her grin infectious as always. “Anne, you look as lovely as ever,” Jess said casually, leaning in for a quick hug. Mom beamed, clearly delighted. “And you, as vibrant as always. It’s so good to see you! How long has it been since you’ve dropped by?” “Not too long, just a few day,” Jessica admitted, shifting her things to one arm. “How have you been? And how’s life?” Mom smiled, a bit wistful. “Doing well, though sometimes busier than ever. Always somethi
Jess nudged me gently. “Come on. Let’s grab a drink and pretend we’re too cool to care.” We made our way toward the bar, but before we could order, Dino was suddenly standing in front of me, blocking my path. “Eloise,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying just enough charm to make me wary. “You look... stunning.” I straightened my posture, forcing a neutral expression. “Dino.” Jess, ever the best wingwoman, stepped in. “Hi, Dino. Love the suit. Very Wall Street.” "Thank you... you are?" Jess extended her hand with a polite smile. “Jessica. Eloise’s best friend.” Dino shook her hand, his expression polite but curious. “Nice to meet you.” “Likewise,” Jess replied, her tone
As we made our way toward the silent auction area, the buzz of conversation surrounded us. The space was filled with people browsing the tables, each laden with elegant items, vacation packages to exotic locations, rare works of art, and even exclusive wine collections. The atmosphere was both lively and sophisticated, setting the perfect stage for the evening’s high-profile fundraising. Jessica nudged me, her eyes scanning the tables. "You should totally bid on something," she said, her tone light but teasing. "Get in the spirit of things." I chuckled, shaking my head. "Not tonight. I’m just here to survive." She rolled her eyes. "You’re no fun." Mom, who had been chatting with a few familiar faces, came over with a glass of wine in hand. "Eloise, Jessica, the auction is about to start. Why don’t we f
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