The morning sunlight streamed through Olivia’s curtains as she got ready for her outing with Alexander. The casual yet polished outfit she’d chosen felt just right—neither too much nor too little. As she fastened her earrings, her phone buzzed with a message.Alexander: “Outside your door, sunshine. Take your time, though. I’m enjoying the morning breeze.”She smiled, shaking her head. Stepping outside, she found Alexander leaning against his sleek car, dressed in a crisp white shirt and jeans that seemed tailored just for him. He opened the door for her with a small bow.“You look radiant,” he said, his voice warm and genuine.“And you’re over-dressed for an amusement park,” Olivia teased.He chuckled. “You’ll thank me when we hit the photo booths.”The drive to the park was lighthearted. Alexander played a mix of old-school jazz and upbeat pop, their laughter punctuating the music as they traded stories about childhood amusement park memories. Olivia was struck by how effortlessly h
OLIVIA'S POV The elevator doors slid open, and Alexander led me into his penthouse. The sight was breathtaking—sleek furniture, ambient lighting, and a city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the massive windows. It felt surreal, like stepping into a magazine spread."Make yourself at home," Alexander said, his voice smooth as velvet.I hesitated for a second before moving further inside, setting my bag carefully on the coffee table. My gaze swept the room. Everything about the space screamed wealth and sophistication. I could feel Alexander’s presence behind me, watching my every move.“This place is... beautiful,” I said, trying to sound casual, though the grandeur of it made me uneasy.“I’m glad you like it,” he replied. His tone was warm, but there was an undercurrent of something else.He moved to a sleek bar cart by the wall and picked up a bottle of wine. “Red or white?”“Red,” I said softly. My voice came out smaller than I expected, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. He’
Rain cascades down the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, blurring the city skyline into a haze of light and shadow. I stand with a tumbler of bourbon in hand, staring out at the chaos below. From up here, the city looks insignificant, like an anthill waiting to be crushed.But tonight, my mind is far from the city. My thoughts are consumed by her.Olivia Harper.I swirl the amber liquid in my glass, savoring its warmth as I replay the moment I first saw her. She was just another face in a crowd of students, sitting in the third row during that seminar. I hadn’t planned on paying attention to anyone, much less her, but there was something about her that snagged my interest.Not her face—it was pretty enough, I suppose, in that fresh, innocent way. But it was her body. The kind of body that doesn’t know its own power. Hidden under dull, modest clothes, her curves still managed to tease, to tempt.She didn’t know it, but every shy glance, every nervous fidget, every uncon
Sebastian Massimo leaned back in his plush leather chair, the glow of his laptop screen casting sharp shadows across his chiseled features. The numbers on the spreadsheet blurred together, meaningless. Another late night, another silent office. The clicking of the clock was his only companion. This was his life—a successful business built from nothing, yet nothing to show for it but loneliness. At thirty-six, Sebastian had everything a man could desire: wealth, power, and influence. But his sprawling villa in Florence felt like a gilded cage. Until her. He had first seen Olivia at a business seminar in Milan. She wasn’t meant to stand out; just another face in the sea of suits and polished shoes. But the moment she walked into the conference room, Sebastian’s world tilted. She wasn’t like the others. Her demeanor was gentle, her presence understated, yet magnetic. Sebastian watched her from across the room as she nervously adjusted her glasses and tucked a strand of hair behind h
The rain poured mercilessly, drenching the streets in a glossy sheen. Sebastian moved swiftly, carrying Olivia’s unconscious form in his arms. Her face was pale, her lips trembling from the cold. He ignored the water soaking through his clothes and darkening his hair; his only focus was getting her to safety. The ride to his luxurious mansion was silent except for the rhythmic drip of water from his coat. The luxury elevator’s polished mirrors reflected his composed yet intense expression. Once inside his mansion, he placed Olivia gently on the velvet couch in the center of the living room. The room was expansive, illuminated by soft, golden lighting that reflected off the marble floors and modern furniture. With precise movements, he removed her damp shoes and tucked a blanket over her, ensuring she was warm. Sebastian picked up his phone and dialed a number. The voice on the other end greeted him, but he cut to the point. “Dr. Moretti, I need you at my residence immediatel
Morning light filtered through the soft drapes, casting a golden glow across the unfamiliar room. Olivia stirred awake, her lashes fluttering as she blinked against the brightness. For a moment, she felt weightless, caught in the haze of waking from a dream. But as she turned her head, reality began to set in. This wasn’t her room. The bed was far larger and more luxurious than her simple one-bedroom apartment could afford. The room was pristine, with an understated elegance. A single abstract painting dominated the far wall, its muted colors blending seamlessly with the cream and beige decor. A glass door led to a balcony, where sunlight spilled onto the floor in soft, inviting pools. Olivia sat up, clutching the comforter to her chest as unease rippled through her. The events of the previous night were fragmented, flashes of rain and heartbreak mingling with the sense of falling into nothingness. She remembered leaving Alexander’s penthouse, her body trembling with anger and hu
I closed the door to her room gently, letting the faint sound of the latch echo in the quiet hallway. For a moment, I stood there, my hand still gripping the doorknob, unsure if I should go back in. The image of her lying there, so small and broken, burned into my mind. She had barely spoken, yet her silence said enough. Turning away, I walked down the hall. My footsteps felt heavier with each step. The soft glow of the rain outside spilled through the windows, streaking shadows across the floor. The storm outside matched the one inside me. I couldn’t stop seeing her face—her tear-soaked cheeks, the way she flinched when I tried to calm her like she expected even my kindness to come with a blade. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She deserved better than this world. Better than him. Dropping into the chair in the sitting room, I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. My head fell into my hands as anger simmered be
The Monday morning buzz hummed through the halls of Brooks Business College as students filed in, eyes bleary from too little sleep and too many deadlines. Olivia Brooks, seated at her favorite corner table in the student lounge, sipped her coffee, her eyes scanning over a stack of notes. It was the same table she always picked—the one just far enough from the windows to avoid distractions but close enough to give her a glimpse of the campus lawn where groups gathered between classes. It gave her comfort, a spot she could rely on in a schedule that rarely wavered.Olivia wasn’t one for spontaneity. She knew her routine down to the hour: an early-morning coffee, a full day of lectures, afternoons in the library, and nights spent revisiting her notes until her eyelids drooped. It wasn’t thrilling, perhaps, but it was stable. Reliable. And stability was something Olivia valued more than excitement.“Olivia! You’re here early,” a familiar voice called from across the lounge. Her best frie
I closed the door to her room gently, letting the faint sound of the latch echo in the quiet hallway. For a moment, I stood there, my hand still gripping the doorknob, unsure if I should go back in. The image of her lying there, so small and broken, burned into my mind. She had barely spoken, yet her silence said enough. Turning away, I walked down the hall. My footsteps felt heavier with each step. The soft glow of the rain outside spilled through the windows, streaking shadows across the floor. The storm outside matched the one inside me. I couldn’t stop seeing her face—her tear-soaked cheeks, the way she flinched when I tried to calm her like she expected even my kindness to come with a blade. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She deserved better than this world. Better than him. Dropping into the chair in the sitting room, I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees. My head fell into my hands as anger simmered be
Morning light filtered through the soft drapes, casting a golden glow across the unfamiliar room. Olivia stirred awake, her lashes fluttering as she blinked against the brightness. For a moment, she felt weightless, caught in the haze of waking from a dream. But as she turned her head, reality began to set in. This wasn’t her room. The bed was far larger and more luxurious than her simple one-bedroom apartment could afford. The room was pristine, with an understated elegance. A single abstract painting dominated the far wall, its muted colors blending seamlessly with the cream and beige decor. A glass door led to a balcony, where sunlight spilled onto the floor in soft, inviting pools. Olivia sat up, clutching the comforter to her chest as unease rippled through her. The events of the previous night were fragmented, flashes of rain and heartbreak mingling with the sense of falling into nothingness. She remembered leaving Alexander’s penthouse, her body trembling with anger and hu
The rain poured mercilessly, drenching the streets in a glossy sheen. Sebastian moved swiftly, carrying Olivia’s unconscious form in his arms. Her face was pale, her lips trembling from the cold. He ignored the water soaking through his clothes and darkening his hair; his only focus was getting her to safety. The ride to his luxurious mansion was silent except for the rhythmic drip of water from his coat. The luxury elevator’s polished mirrors reflected his composed yet intense expression. Once inside his mansion, he placed Olivia gently on the velvet couch in the center of the living room. The room was expansive, illuminated by soft, golden lighting that reflected off the marble floors and modern furniture. With precise movements, he removed her damp shoes and tucked a blanket over her, ensuring she was warm. Sebastian picked up his phone and dialed a number. The voice on the other end greeted him, but he cut to the point. “Dr. Moretti, I need you at my residence immediatel
Sebastian Massimo leaned back in his plush leather chair, the glow of his laptop screen casting sharp shadows across his chiseled features. The numbers on the spreadsheet blurred together, meaningless. Another late night, another silent office. The clicking of the clock was his only companion. This was his life—a successful business built from nothing, yet nothing to show for it but loneliness. At thirty-six, Sebastian had everything a man could desire: wealth, power, and influence. But his sprawling villa in Florence felt like a gilded cage. Until her. He had first seen Olivia at a business seminar in Milan. She wasn’t meant to stand out; just another face in the sea of suits and polished shoes. But the moment she walked into the conference room, Sebastian’s world tilted. She wasn’t like the others. Her demeanor was gentle, her presence understated, yet magnetic. Sebastian watched her from across the room as she nervously adjusted her glasses and tucked a strand of hair behind h
Rain cascades down the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, blurring the city skyline into a haze of light and shadow. I stand with a tumbler of bourbon in hand, staring out at the chaos below. From up here, the city looks insignificant, like an anthill waiting to be crushed.But tonight, my mind is far from the city. My thoughts are consumed by her.Olivia Harper.I swirl the amber liquid in my glass, savoring its warmth as I replay the moment I first saw her. She was just another face in a crowd of students, sitting in the third row during that seminar. I hadn’t planned on paying attention to anyone, much less her, but there was something about her that snagged my interest.Not her face—it was pretty enough, I suppose, in that fresh, innocent way. But it was her body. The kind of body that doesn’t know its own power. Hidden under dull, modest clothes, her curves still managed to tease, to tempt.She didn’t know it, but every shy glance, every nervous fidget, every uncon
OLIVIA'S POV The elevator doors slid open, and Alexander led me into his penthouse. The sight was breathtaking—sleek furniture, ambient lighting, and a city skyline stretching endlessly beyond the massive windows. It felt surreal, like stepping into a magazine spread."Make yourself at home," Alexander said, his voice smooth as velvet.I hesitated for a second before moving further inside, setting my bag carefully on the coffee table. My gaze swept the room. Everything about the space screamed wealth and sophistication. I could feel Alexander’s presence behind me, watching my every move.“This place is... beautiful,” I said, trying to sound casual, though the grandeur of it made me uneasy.“I’m glad you like it,” he replied. His tone was warm, but there was an undercurrent of something else.He moved to a sleek bar cart by the wall and picked up a bottle of wine. “Red or white?”“Red,” I said softly. My voice came out smaller than I expected, but I didn’t want to seem ungrateful. He’
The morning sunlight streamed through Olivia’s curtains as she got ready for her outing with Alexander. The casual yet polished outfit she’d chosen felt just right—neither too much nor too little. As she fastened her earrings, her phone buzzed with a message.Alexander: “Outside your door, sunshine. Take your time, though. I’m enjoying the morning breeze.”She smiled, shaking her head. Stepping outside, she found Alexander leaning against his sleek car, dressed in a crisp white shirt and jeans that seemed tailored just for him. He opened the door for her with a small bow.“You look radiant,” he said, his voice warm and genuine.“And you’re over-dressed for an amusement park,” Olivia teased.He chuckled. “You’ll thank me when we hit the photo booths.”The drive to the park was lighthearted. Alexander played a mix of old-school jazz and upbeat pop, their laughter punctuating the music as they traded stories about childhood amusement park memories. Olivia was struck by how effortlessly h
The office was eerily quiet as Olivia typed away at her laptop, her fingers moving slower than usual. She was nearly done with her work, but her focus had been scattered all evening. The harsh fluorescent lights buzzed above her, and the faint sound of rain against the windows only added to her sense of isolation. A glance at the clock showed it was nearly 10 PM.Her phone sat on her desk, screen dark, but its presence loomed over her like a weight. The anonymous messages had stopped, for now, but their lingering threat echoed in her mind. “See you soon, Olivia.” She shivered at the memory and shook her head, trying to focus.“Burning the midnight oil again?”The voice startled her. Olivia looked up to see Alexander leaning casually against the doorway, his suit jacket slung over his arm. His tailored shirt was slightly unbuttoned, revealing just a hint of his chest. He smiled, and the room seemed to shrink around her.“I didn’t expect anyone else to still be here,” Olivia replied, he
INT. OFFICE - NIGHTThe office is dimly lit, and the usual buzz of activity has faded. Olivia finishes typing, glancing at the clock. It’s late, and everyone has left for the day. She gathers her things, slipping on her coat and moving toward the door. Just as she reaches for the handle, she hears the rain—a downpour, relentless and heavy against the windows.Olivia sighs and stares out, her heart sinking as she realizes she has no umbrella. The rain is so intense she can barely make out the street below. Resigned, she turns back to wait it out.INT. OFFICE - LOUNGE AREA - MOMENTS LATEROlivia makes herself a cup of coffee in the small lounge. The sound of footsteps behind her makes her jump. She turns to see Alexander approaching, his hands casually in his pockets.ALEXANDERDidn’t expect to see anyone else still here.OLIVIASame here. I didn’t know you were still working.Alexander glances at the window and smiles, nodding toward the rain.ALEXANDERLooks like we’re stuck. Quite th