It was only her third week at the firm, and Olivia was already feeling the intensity of the fast-paced world she’d been thrown into. Late nights and early mornings had become routine, and she was doing her best to absorb every bit of knowledge, determined not to let the opportunity slip by.Today, she’d spent hours combing through financial reports and drafting her first proposal, eager to impress Alexander. She knew he was expecting it by the end of the day, so she hurried to his office, the folder clutched in her hands. She paused outside his door, taking a deep breath to steady herself before knocking.But as she raised her hand to knock, she heard faint laughter coming from inside. She froze, her hand hovering mid-air, curiosity getting the better of her. Alexander was speaking, his voice lower, a casual tone she’d never heard him use before.A second voice responded—female, with a flirtatious edge to it. Olivia’s brows knitted together as she tried to make sense of what she was h
The days following her unsettling discovery were a blur for Olivia. She threw herself into her work, hoping that staying busy would keep her thoughts from wandering back to Alexander and the image of him with Rebecca. But no matter how hard she tried, the memory of that day lingered in her mind like a shadow, darkening the excitement she’d once felt about her internship.She’d always respected him, admired his confidence and intelligence. But now, every time she saw him, she felt an uncomfortable mix of emotions—attraction mingled with doubt. She tried to remind herself of his professional accolades, of how generous he’d been to offer her this opportunity. Yet, every interaction seemed charged with a tension that left her questioning her own feelings.Late one afternoon, as she was reviewing data reports, a message from Alexander popped up on her screen.“Olivia, can you come to my office? I’d like to go over your recent proposal.”Her heart skipped. She took a steadying breath, gathe
It was a typical Monday afternoon, and Olivia was reviewing some files at her desk when a familiar voice interrupted her concentration.“Olivia,” Alexander’s smooth voice called out, catching her off guard. She looked up to see him standing in her office doorway, a casual but confident expression on his face.“Oh, hi, Mr. Alexander,” she stammered, straightening up as she tried to conceal her surprise.“Please, just Alexander,” he corrected, his usual charismatic smile playing on his lips. “I was actually wondering if you’d have a few minutes to chat. I have a proposal for you.”Olivia felt a nervous thrill pulse through her. “Of course,” she said, gesturing for him to sit down, though he didn’t move from the doorway.“It’s come to my attention that you’ve shown an impressive amount of dedication in the short time you’ve been with us,” Alexander began, his gaze fixed intently on her. “In fact, I think you might benefit from a more hands-on experience… How would you feel about accompan
Olivia awoke to the soft glow of dawn seeping through her hotel window, painting the room in warm shades of amber and gold. She stretched slowly, savoring the quiet and stillness before the day began. Memories of yesterday—of Alexander’s laughter, his hand guiding her through the bustling streets, his quiet, enigmatic smiles—flooded her mind. She let herself linger on these thoughts, a mixture of excitement and nerves swirling in her stomach.Pulling herself out of bed, Olivia freshened up and slipped into a light, summery dress, hoping it looked effortlessly charming yet casual. As she adjusted her necklace, she caught her own gaze in the mirror and took a deep breath, reminding herself that today was just another day. But deep down, she couldn’t ignore the way her heart raced, a spark of anticipation igniting at the thought of spending more time with Alexander.By the time she stepped out of her room, she found him waiting in the hotel lobby, leaning against a marble pillar with a c
The city lights gleamed faintly in the distance as the car rolled smoothly along the highway. Olivia looked out the window, the evening twilight casting long shadows across the landscape. She was acutely aware of Alexander’s presence beside her, his gaze occasionally flickering her way as he drove. His attention felt both thrilling and unnerving, an intense energy she wasn’t used to, but one that held her tightly in its pull.“Did you enjoy the conference?” Alexander’s voice broke the silence, soft yet resonant, carrying a weight that made each word feel deliberate.She turned toward him, catching a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “Yes, definitely. It was a great opportunity to learn from people in the field,” she replied, her voice light yet genuine.Alexander nodded, his gaze returning to the road. “You’ve got that spark, Olivia. That hunger. I noticed it the moment I saw you in the audience.” His mouth curved into a slight smile, the kind that made Olivia’s pulse quicken.Her cheek
The afternoon sun dipped low, casting warm hues over the college campus. Students were slowly trickling out of the main building, their chatter fading as they went their separate ways. Olivia pushed through the last of her textbooks, glancing at the time on her phone. Finally, her day was done. She slipped her books into her bag and made her way out, savoring the quieting atmosphere, hoping the cool air would clear her mind.Just as she stepped outside, she noticed a familiar figure standing by the courtyard fountain—a tall, sleek figure, impeccably dressed, his gaze directed toward her with unsettling intensity. It was Alexander."Olivia," he called out, his voice smooth and controlled, carrying easily over the emptying courtyard. He raised a hand in greeting, and she felt a pang of surprise.She hadn’t expected to see him here again, especially not so soon after their initial encounter during his guest lecture last week. She hesitated, then gave a small smile and walked over to wher
The restaurant is exactly what Olivia had imagined a night out with Alexander would look like: dimly lit with elegant decor, soft jazz playing in the background, and a quiet hum of conversation filling the space. She takes a deep breath before stepping inside, glancing around until her eyes find him. He’s seated at a corner table, watching her, and the moment she locks eyes with him, he stands and gives her a small smile.She feels the faintest shiver under his gaze. His presence is somehow both inviting and intimidating.“Right on time,” he says, his voice smooth and steady. “For a moment, I thought you might not come.”Olivia laughs, a little more nervously than she’d like, and shakes her head. “Not a chance. I wouldn’t miss this.”He steps closer, pulling out her chair with practiced ease. The small gesture of him helping her sit feels old-fashioned, yet in this setting, it feels oddly right. Once seated, she allows herself a quick, admiring glance at him; his tailored suit, the co
OLIVIA'S POVI step into my room, my heart still racing from the night. The date. The kiss. I can’t stop smiling, even though it’s late. The adrenaline from being with Alexander lingers in me—his smile, the way his hand felt against the small of my back when he walked me to my door. I should feel more embarrassed about how easily I let him in, but all I feel is excitement.I kick off my heels, feeling the release of tension in my feet as they hit the soft carpet. The first thing I do is glance at my phone. A part of me hopes to see a text from him, though I know it's still early. There's nothing. I feel a strange tug of disappointment, but I quickly brush it off.I set my purse down on the desk, take a deep breath, and pull my hair out of the tight bun that’s been sitting on the back of my neck all evening. The loose strands fall around my face, and for a moment, I just stand there, thinking back to how he looked at me. His eyes were different tonight. Like there was something between
It had been a week since college began, and the city buzzed with excitement—tonight was finally the night of the Freshers' Party, an event that promised to be a whirlwind of introductions and new friendships.Salvatore stood in front of the mirror, his heart racing as he carefully adjusted the collar of his navy-blue shirt. The fabric felt crisp against his skin, and the faint scent of his cologne—a fresh blend of citrus and cedar—lingered in the air, filling him with a sense of confidence. As he gave himself one final look, he ran his fingers through his hair, ensuring every strand was in place.From the kitchen, the soft clattering of pots and pans accompanied Olivia’s warm, encouraging voice as she reminded him not to forget his wallet. Her tone was nurturing, a blend of motherly concern and excitement for the night ahead. “You’ve got your wallet, right?” she called out playfully.“I’ve got it!” Salvatore replied, his voice eager. He grabbed the wallet from the desk, feeling its fa
The next day at school, Salvatore strolled through the bustling hallways with his usual calm demeanor, the noise of excited chatter filling the air alongside the faint, lingering aroma of cafeteria coffee. He scanned the crowd and soon spotted his friends—Ethan, Liam, and a few others—gathered near their lockers. They were animatedly discussing the upcoming Freshers party, their voices rising and falling in enthusiasm.“Dude, it’s next week!” Ethan exclaimed, practically bouncing on his heels, his eyes alight with anticipation. “The theme's gonna be epic! Just picture us strutting around in bell bottoms and flashy shirts!”“Or picture you embarrassing yourself on the dance floor again,” Liam retorted with a playful grin, the banter sparking laughter among the group.Salvatore chuckled softly at their banter as he approached them, feeling a sense of belonging. But the moment was interrupted by an unexpected sensation that made him pause.Across the hallway, near the staircase, Isabella
The dining table was set as it always was, exuding warmth with steaming dishes, gleaming cutlery, and the gentle flicker of candlelight casting playful shadows on the walls. Yet, there was an unshakeable sense that something was amiss.Salvatore occupied his usual spot at the table, but his demeanor was noticeably off—his back rigid, and his gaze far away, as if he were peering through the window into another world. His fork moved listlessly across his plate, tracing circles rather than delivering food to his mouth.Sebastian, seated beside him, sliced into his meat with deliberate precision, studying Salvatore in silence. Across from them, Olivia offered a gentle smile, her eyes reflecting both warmth and concern.“Long day?” she ventured, trying to keep her tone light and conversational, but the tremor of worry underlined her words.Salvatore blinked, coming back to the present as if surfacing from a deep sea of thought. “Yeah. Just tired,” he replied, his voice a little too monoton
The class had commenced, but Salvatore's mind remained adrift. He sat at his desk, elbow propped up, his eyes half-focused on the front of the room, where the professor’s voice melded into a monotonous hum that played in the background, drowning out any sense of engagement. His thoughts clung to a moment that had unfolded just before—the moment she walked in. Isabella. She hadn’t made a grand entrance; there were no dramatic flourishes, no shaky nerves or bright smiles typically found among freshers. Instead, she had entered with an almost ethereal calmness, her posture poised and unyielding, her expression an unreadable mask that intrigued him. His friends were quick to notice her, as they always were in this first week of university life when the thrill of ragging was in full swing. They peppered the newcomers with questions designed to elicit embarrassment, but it was clear they were merely testing the waters, nothing vicious or malicious. Then, it was her turn. Just her voi
The laughter around the bench intensified, a vibrant mix of stories and ideas flowing among the boys, each tale more outrageous than the last. Their excitement seemed to sizzle in the air, building palpable energy with every second. Meanwhile, Salvatore leaned back, stretching his legs out and letting his gaze drift skyward, where fluffy clouds lazily meandered across the blue expanse.Ethan nudged him playfully. “So? You in or what?”Salvatore popped his gum, the sound sharp against the growing chatter, and replied with a casual flip of indifference, "If you guys want to, then fine. Do what you want."That reluctant permission was all they needed. With a wild cheer that echoed off the walls, the boys sprang up like wolves released from a cage, rubbing their palms together in eager anticipation as they made their way toward the row of benches near the auditorium—where freshers nervously gathered, unsure of their new surroundings and awaiting the assignment of their orientation groups.
The morning sun poured over the sprawling school grounds, casting a warm, golden light that danced across the cobbled courtyard. Students buzzed around in animated clusters—some engaged in lively conversations, others rushing to their classes, while a select few lingered in anticipation, awaiting the arrival of one person: Salvatore. Then, as if on cue, the heavy gates creaked open. Salvatore stepped inside, exuding a natural charisma that turned heads effortlessly. He stood tall, with dark hair slightly tousled by the breeze, lending him an air of casual sophistication. His crisp white shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, revealing strong, muscular forearms that could make half the school’s population momentarily forget how to breathe. The school blazer hung carelessly over one shoulder, and a leather strap from his backpack was slung over the other, accentuating his relaxed demeanor. Instantly, a chorus of gasps erupted from the surrounding students. “He’s here!” one girl exclaim
Salvatore Massimo was eighteen, yet he bore the weight of a man living a life much longer than his own. He was not the type to draw attention to himself; instead, there was an intense depth in his eyes that suggested he comprehended everything around him while holding onto every detail tightly. In the school's bustling corridors, he maintained a measured distance, embodying a kind of coolness that seemed effortless—an air of untouchable confidence that set him apart. Yet, within the tight circle of friends he chose to engage with, a different Salvatore emerged. He would share laughter, deliver witty quips, and wear a smirk that hinted at secrets he was unwilling to disclose. Beneath this facade, however, lay a palpable tension, as if he carefully curated parts of himself, denying even his closest friends access to the totality of who he was.Salvatore's childhood was steeped in a paradox—a home that thrived in silence, echoing the storms of conflict and passion that had long since sub
The soft light of dawn slipped gently through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the spacious bedroom. The room was enveloped in a tranquil silence, broken only by the rhythmic breathing of the couple nestled together in soft, rumpled sheets.Olivia was the first to stir, her lashes fluttering like delicate butterfly wings as she turned toward the man sleeping beside her. Sebastian's arm was draped protectively around her waist, his face serene and peaceful, softened by the remnants of sleep. The past two years had gently altered his features—his eyes held a gentler light, and his jaw appeared more relaxed—but the depth of his intensity remained, just redirected into a calm reassurance.As she watched him, a small smile crept across her lips, savoring this quiet moment. Then, a tiny sound shattered the stillness of the morning.A faint, muffled giggle erupted from the baby monitor resting on the nightstand.Olivia’s heart warmed at the sound. “Your son’s awake,” she
The soft rustle of the wind outside the grand window whispered gently against the glass, creating a soothing backdrop to the scene within. Moonlight poured into the room, casting long beams of silver that danced across the crisp, white linens and enveloping Olivia’s weary face in a tranquil, pale glow. Her eyelids felt heavy with exhaustion, yet her gaze remained steadfastly fixed on the tiny bundle cradled against her chest—his flushed cheeks glowed softly in the moonlight, his eyes barely open, and his miniature fingers curled tightly around her pinky, as if holding on to a lifeline. Sebastian stood at the foot of the bed, still and silent, his presence a protective shadow in the dim light. He observed them with a reverence that bordered on reverent awe, as if he might disturb some fragile moment of perfection with even the slightest movement. “He has your eyes,” Olivia breathed, her voice hoarse from the rigors of labor yet imbued with a deep sense of wonder. The corner of her li