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’
ALEXANDER'S POV 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
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
Sebestian's POV 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 a
Sebestian's POV She’s here.The thought echoed in my mind as I sat in the dim stillness of my study, staring blankly at the tumbler of untouched whiskey on the desk before me. Olivia. After all these months of watching her from afar, she was finally within my reach. Not through my careful planning, but through a twist of fate.I should be elated. She was safe, under my roof, where no one could harm her. No one, especially not him. Alexander. My jaw tightened at the thought of that man—his arrogance, his cruelty. She trusted him, gave him her heart, and he crushed it without a second thought. If only she knew the things I’d seen him do, the depths of his deceit. He didn’t deserve her, but then, who did?Certainly not me.I pressed my fingers to my temples, trying to silence the thought. I’d wanted to protect her for so long, to be the person who could shelter her from the world’s cruelty. Yet here I was, lying to her by omission. She didn’t know who I really was, what I’d done. If she
The soft clinking of cutlery against fine china had faded into silence. The dining room was dimly lit, the chandelier above casting a warm glow over the polished mahogany table. The scent their dinner and freshly baked croissants still lingered in the air, but Olivia could hardly focus on anything except the man sitting dangerously close to her.Sebastian.His presence was overwhelming, his body angled toward hers, his knee just barely brushing against hers beneath the table. The heat of him, the quiet intensity in his gaze, made her breath unsteady. He had barely touched his food, but his appetite seemed to be fixated elsewhere.Olivia lowered her gaze to her lap, gripping the napkin between her fingers. She knew what was coming. She had felt it in the way his eyes lingered on her, in the way his fingers toyed lazily with the rim of his coffee cup.Then, his voice—low, husky, laced with something dark—broke the silence."I’m completely fine now… and in a position to do anything."Oli
Olivia entered the house, feeling drained from the long day at work. She slipped off her heels near the entrance and let out a small sigh before walking further inside. The house was quiet, except for the low sound of the television coming from the living room.As she stepped in, she saw Sebastian sitting on the couch, one arm resting on the backrest while his eyes were fixed on the screen. The dim lighting in the room cast shadows on his sharp features, making his expression unreadable. A half-empty glass of whiskey sat on the table beside him.“You’re still awake?” she asked, her voice softer than she intended.Sebastian didn’t look at her immediately. He exhaled, keeping his gaze on the television. “Couldn’t sleep.”Something in his tone made Olivia uneasy, but she ignored it. She moved to the other side of the room, maintaining a bit of distance. “I didn’t expect you to be here,” she said after a moment.This time, Sebastian turned his head toward her. His eyes, dark and intense,
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as Olivia moved around the dining area, setting the cups on the table. The morning felt quieter than usual, though she wasn’t sure if it was the house or just the weight in her chest.Sebastian sat at the head of the table, idly swirling the spoon in his cup. His movements were smooth but calculated, as if testing the limits of his recently freed hand. He hadn’t said much since waking up, yet she could feel his gaze on her—watching, waiting.She finally sat across from him, focusing on her plate, but the silence stretched thick between them. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It was expectant."How does it feel?" she asked, nodding toward his hand, though she didn’t really need an answer.Sebastian flexed his fingers slightly before resting his palm on the table. "Strange. Lighter. But it still aches.""You should be careful," she said, stirring her coffee, hoping the simplicity of conversation would keep the air from tightening around them
Sebastian’s lips moved against hers with slow, deliberate intensity, his grip firm on her waist as if anchoring her to him. Olivia could feel the heat radiating off his body, the possessiveness in the way his fingers traced her spine. But just as she was starting to lose herself in the kiss, he tensed.A sharp inhale. A hiss of pain.She felt it instantly—the way his body stiffened beneath her, the slight tremor in his fingers as his injured arm betrayed him."Sebastian," Olivia whispered, pulling back just enough to search his face. "Your arm—"His jaw clenched, a flicker of irritation passing through his dark eyes. "It’s nothing," he muttered, shaking his head as if dismissing the pain could make it disappear.But Olivia wasn’t convinced. Her fingers instinctively reached for his wounded arm, concern etched across her face. "You need to be careful," she insisted softly, her touch hesitant but firm.Before she could say more, Sebastian acted. With a sharp movement, he tightened his h
Olivia hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding as she processed Sebastian’s request. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast soft shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the intensity in his eyes. He didn’t say a word—just lifted his uninjured arm slightly, an unspoken invitation. Swallowing hard, she finally gave in, cautiously lowering herself onto the bed beside him. As she settled in, he guided her closer, his free arm curling around her shoulders. The warmth of his body was unsettling, both foreign and oddly comforting. “You’re tense,” Sebastian murmured, his breath fanning against her temple. “Relax.” Olivia couldn’t. Every nerve in her body was on edge, aware of how close they were. She wanted to resist, to keep her guard up, but exhaustion and the weight of everything that had happened drained her resolve. Slowly, her body eased, molding into his warmth despite the voice in her head warning her against it. A satisfied hum rumbled in
The room is enveloped in a serene silence, punctuated only by the gentle, distant chirping of birds outside the open window, their melodies drifting in like whispers of hope. Olivia stands by the weathered dresser, her fingers gripping its edge tightly, as if using it for support against a tide of swirling thoughts and emotions. She feels the weight of unspoken words pressing down on her. Behind her, Sebastian sits on the edge of the bed, the rumpled sheets a stark contrast to his stillness. His shirt hangs loosely, unbuttoned, allowing glimpses of the bandages that wrap around his torso, stark white against his tanned skin. The wound on his side is fresh, a dark bruise blooming around the stitches, a painful testament to the chaos of last night’s events still etched into the fabric of their reality. "You should be resting," she murmurs softly, her voice barely breaking the silence, her gaze fixed on the natural light filtering through the window. "I’d rather have you by my side,"
Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed, his posture tense as he adjusted to the weight of the plaster cast that encased his right arm. The stark white of the cast stood out against his tanned skin, a painful reminder of his recent accident. He had already summoned Olivia's help earlier, but now, as she hovered in the doorway, uncertainty crept into her expression. The sight of his injuries—a deep bruise spreading across his forearm and the sharp angles of the cast—unsettled her more than she wanted to admit. "Go on," he urged, his voice low but firm, laced with a hint of frustration.Nodding slowly, she moved closer, her fingertips lightly grazing the cold, damp buttons of his bloodstained shirt. With each careful tug, she undid them one by one, feeling the fabric's rough texture beneath her fingers. She fought to ignore the way his chest rose and fell—a steady rhythm that sent a jolt of awareness coursing through her. As she continued, the air around them grew thick with unspoken tens
The gentle clink of silverware filled the spacious dining room, mingling with the faint aroma of freshly prepared food. Olivia stood at the edge of the table, her brow slightly furrowed with concern as she watched Sebastian attempt to eat. He was still in recovery, his movements deliberate and uncharacteristically slow, but he bore the discomfort silently, a hint of determination in his eyes. “Eat,” she urged gently, pulling out a sturdy chair across from him. “You need your strength to get back on your feet.” Her voice was firm yet laced with warmth, underscoring the deep bond they shared.Sebastian lifted his gaze, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and gratitude. He raised his fork slowly, savoring every bite as if to savor the moment itself. Olivia had not even managed to take a mouthful of her own meal when the sudden chime of her phone pierced the serene atmosphere, shattering the comfortable silence that enveloped them. Both th
Sebastian let out a low grunt as he shifted, the sharp sting of pain radiating through his body, a harsh reminder of his recent injuries. The dim light of the room felt both comforting and disorienting, especially as he blinked away the remnants of sleep. Just then, the door swung open with a creak, and Olivia hurried in, a tray of food balanced carefully in her hands. The rich aroma of warm toast and freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, enveloping him in a sense of home. Yet, her eyes barely flicked toward the food; all her attention was focused on him. As her gaze locked onto his, Sebastian noted the way her breath caught in her throat, a startled gasp escaping her lips when she saw him attempting to sit up. "Sebastian—!" she exclaimed, urgency threading through her words. Without hesitation, she set the tray down on the nightstand, the clatter of porcelain contrasting with the stillness of the room. In an instant, she was at his side, her presence both soothing and ele