Since it's Friday night, I decided to extend the girls' bedtime and have them join me for a late-night comedy movie. It has become a cherished tradition for our family, except for when their dad has prior engagements.As we settled in to watch the movie, my focus shifted when I heard the familiar sound of a message notification on my phone. Although the number was unfamiliar, the content instantly revealed the sender's identity."Hello, Cassandra . Would you like me to pick you up around noon tomorrow for lunch at Circa? Or is there another restaurant you'd prefer? -EN."A smile formed on my face as I swiftly composed a reply. "I won't inquire about how you obtained my contact details or my home address, but I must admit it's giving off a rather unsettling vibe. Circa works for me. I'll be at my store."I send the text, desperately trying to divert my attention to the source of my girls' uproarious laughter. Despite my efforts, I find myself unable to fully engage with the movie playi
When I'm filled with excitement, having some sleep becomes quite challenging. It comes as no surprise that I had a restless night and found myself alert and wide awake even before the break of dawn. To ensure I don't disturb the twins, I tread softly past their bedroom on my way downstairs. With the intention of soothing my restless nerves, I leisurely make my way to the kitchen to prepare a steaming cup of mint tea.By 9 a.m., Mrs. P arrives to resume her duties while I prepare a delightful breakfast of scrambled eggs, fried sausages, and toast for my awakened daughters who joined me in the kitchen. Mrs. P had already entered our apartment earlier using the spare key she possesses, as she has practically become a cherished member of our family."Good morning, Mrs.P," I greeted her with a cheerful tone."You arrived just in time. Breakfast is prepared!""Good morning, Cassandra . Hello, girls," she warmly greeted us with her characteristic smile."Good morning, Nanny P!" The girls res
Before reaching my store, Jane called me multiple times, eagerly inquiring about Noah's call. I responded negatively, explaining that he had arranged for a car to pick me up at the store. Upon finally arriving at the store, Joe and other workers greeted me with excitement and admiration, preventing me from entering my office until they had the chance to capture photographs of me in my stunning dress.Once settled in my office, my phone incessantly chimed with messages from my other friends, curious to know all the details about my lunch date, as Jane had already filled them in. I decided to share some of the pictures taken by my PA, which resulted in a barrage of voice notes from my friends, expressing their enthusiasm and affirming how incredible I looked. Any lingering apprehension I had earlier quickly dissipated as my friends reassured me that I deserved this captivating interlude in my life.Time seems to effortlessly slip away as I find myself engrossed in my work, when suddenly
As Noah leads me through the house towards the dining room, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I had secretly harbored hopes that he would guide me to his bedroom instead, where he would sensually undress me, and we would engage in a passionate encounter akin to those portrayed in romantic movies. We would lose ourselves in each other's embrace, passionately making love and eventually drifting off to sleep, entwined in each other's arms.However, reality paints a different picture. We find ourselves standing before the dining room, adorned with a grand table and regal chairs. It's evident that a sumptuous meal, skillfully prepared by a professional chef, awaits us."Please, have a seat," Noah courteously offers, pulling out one of the chairs, elegantly embellished with gold accents, for me to occupy."Thank you," I respond, mustering a small smile to express my appreciation.At that moment, a young man dressed as a waiter enters the dining room through a nearby door,
With a firm grip, Noah guides me out of the dining room, akin to an experienced adult leading a child on a thrilling escapade. Anticipation fills me, tinged with a hint of apprehension. The wine I've consumed has managed to loosen my inhibitions, fueling my eagerness to discover what awaits us in the coming minutes.Ascending one of the grand, winding staircases that stretches towards the uppermost level of the house, I can't help but be taken aback by the sheer number of steps. "This staircase seems to stretch on endlessly," I comment as we continue our ascent.Noah chuckles briefly in response. "You'll grow accustomed to it," he reassures me.Though uncertain of his meaning, I deem it inappropriate to ask trivial questions at this moment. My sole desire is to witness if the upstairs area possesses the same breathtaking beauty as the ground floor. Upon reaching the top, an astonishing sight unfolds before my eyes—an exquisitely adorned living room, the epitome of opulence. It surpas
When I arrived home around 4 p.m., the girls were just waking up from their nap. Mrs. P seemed surprised to see me back home "so early," as she put it. The encounter with Noah had left an awkward atmosphere, so we returned to the dining room to have our meal.Our conversation consisted of forced small talk, which made the situation even more uncomfortable. Thankfully, having food in front of me gave me something to focus on when we ran out of things to say. We both knew it was best to avoid personal topics such as family, as it would only add to the awkwardness.I couldn't help but blame myself for how the lunch date turned sour, but there's no use dwelling on it now. Noah didn't mention anything about a second date or visiting my store again, which indicates that our connection has come to an end. It's difficult to admit, but I feel a sense of sadness knowing that our moment together ended so abruptly.Anna observes my somber mood and comments, "It doesn't seem like you had a good t
I could hear Najite take a deep breath before she began to explain. "Well, it seems that some paparazzi managed to capture pictures of you and Noah together at his place. They're referring to you as 'the mystery woman'. Although your face isn't clearly visible in the images, anyone familiar with you would recognize you instantly. These pictures have gone viral. Every blog out there has posted them on their websites. Darling, you've become famous!"My head starts spinning abruptly, as if I've been caught in a whirlwind that's swirling me around at an incredible speed. Someone managed to capture photos of me and Noah together, and now they've leaked them to gossip blogs. Who could have done such a thing, and what could be their motive?"Oh my goodness, Clara, please tell me this is just a joke," I urgently pleaded into the phone, hoping for some reassurance."No, I'm serious. You should check out the FameFamous Blog on Instagram. It's all over there. The pictures have also made their wa
My conversation with Noah didn't go as expected. It turned out that one of his kitchen staff members called in sick the day before. To fill the gap, Noah sent a replacement who, unlike the rest of the staff, was unaware of the identity of the house owner until she emerged from the kitchen with Draco and realized it was the renowned EN Taylor. Filled with excitement, she secretly took pictures of us through the kitchen window while Noah escorted me to the car. Later, she shared these photos with her friends, proudly boasting about working at EN Taylor's house.Unfortunately, one of her friends decided to sell the pictures to gossip blogs, causing an unwanted situation. "She has been dismissed," Noah informs me. "Moreover, I will be issuing a formal warning to my personal assistant for failing to ensure that the individual in question signed a non-disclosure agreement before commencing her duties yesterday."Every individual who collaborates with me, regardless of their employment dur