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
Sebastian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed tightly over his chest, watching Olivia as she tried to reach for a fallen book on the floor. Her pregnant belly, now prominent at six months, seemed to make even the simplest of tasks a formidable challenge. He could see the frustration etched on her face, a mix of determination and exasperation.“Olivia, please stop that,” he said firmly, pushing himself away from the door and stepping closer.She let out an annoyed huff, her fingers straining to grasp the book just out of reach. “Sebastian, it’s just a book. I can pick it up myself,” she insisted, her tone a blend of stubbornness and pride.Not willing to let her continue, he knelt down, his knee creaking slightly as he bent. He swiftly grabbed the book and set it on the table with a deliberate motion. “You’re not supposed to bend over like that, especially now,” he said, concern lacing his voice.Olivia looked at him, her brow furrowing slightly. Despite his protective instincts
Olivia sat cross-legged on the well-worn couch, the soft fabric of the cushions cradling her as she anxiously fidgeted with the edges of a small, white gift box that was delicately wrapped in a pale blue ribbon. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her surroundings and illuminating her nervous fingers that kept tracing the ribbon’s neat bow. After hours of deliberation, she had finally settled on a way to share her exciting news with him. It was simple yet deeply meaningful—she wanted it to capture the essence of this new chapter in their lives. Inside the box lay a tiny onesie, perfectly soft to the touch, with the cheerful words “Daddy’s Little Sidekick” printed across the front in playful letters. The onesie was so small that it fit snugly in her hands, and even just the sight of it sent a wave of warmth and anticipation coursing through her. She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining their future baby adoringly dressed in it, giggling and reac
Sebastian’s arms were enveloped around Olivia as he slept soundly, his face nestled against the soft curve of her neck. There was a sense of safety in his embrace, an instinctual tightness that conveyed his fear of losing her, even in slumber. Olivia couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, her fingers gently trailing along his strong jawline. A year ago, she would never have envisioned this—living a life filled with genuine happiness alongside a man who had once instilled fear in her heart. The obsessive, possessive Sebastian she had initially known had transformed, evolving into someone she now couldn’t imagine living without.As if sensing her unyielding gaze, Sebastian stirred, instinctively tightening his embrace. His lips brushed lazily against her shoulder, and through the thick veil of sleep, he murmured in his deep, husky voice, “Watching me again, little bird?”Olivia stifled a soft laugh, feeling warmth spread through her chest. “Maybe.”His dark, expressive eyes flutt
The morning sun poured through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow that danced softly across the walls of the cozy bedroom. Olivia, still wrapped in the delightfully smooth silky sheets, stretched lazily, her limbs comfortably entangled with Sebastian’s. It had been a month since they exchanged their feelings, yet each morning felt like a new, exquisite page in a never-ending dream—one she never wanted to awaken from.A strong, familiar arm tightened around her waist, pulling her irresistibly closer to the comforting warmth of her husband’s body. She could feel his breath, warm and gentle, brushing against the nape of her neck as he buried his face in her hair, inhaling the scent of their shared intimacy.“You’re awake,” he murmured softly against her skin, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep.She smiled, her heart lightening at the sound of his voice, and turned to face him, their bodies mirroring the curve of the morning light. “So are you,” she replied pla
The air between them hung thick with unspoken words and raw emotions, charged with a tension that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. It was as if the very atmosphere crackled with the weight of what they had both avoided acknowledging until this pivotal moment.Olivia’s vision blurred, tears welling up as she gazed at him, truly seeing him for the first time. Every line of his face, every subtle shift of his expression, resonated with the depth of his feelings. She had always sensed the intensity of his obsession, the relentless devotion that seemed to bind him to her. Yet, standing before him now, everything crystallized into sharp focus; she understood something profound and undeniable.A small part of her had been in denial, fiercely resisting the emotional pull he had on her heart. But as she observed his chest rising and falling unevenly, the sweat glistening on his brow, and the way his hands clenched tightly at his sides—straining against the urge to bridg
The car rolls to a stop, and an enveloping silence descends around them, punctuated only by the gentle rustling of leaves in the soft breeze. The hum of the engine dies away, leaving a tranquil stillness in its wake. He exits the vehicle first, the cool air brushing against his skin, and strides purposefully to her side.With a practiced elegance, he opens the door, his hand extending toward her like an unspoken promise. “Come,” he invites, his tone laced with a calm authority.For a brief moment, she hesitates, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air between them. But then, drawn by an inexplicable trust, she places her hand into his, feeling the warmth of his grip as he gently guides her out. The world around them is alive with the sweet whispers of nature, the faint floral scent wrapping around her like a delicate shawl. Yet, before she can fully take in the vibrant hues of the blooming landscape, he produces a silky blindfold from his pocket.“Trust me?” His voice is smooth,
Olivia blinked awake, her senses gently stirred by the delicate touch of soft rose petals fluttering onto her skin, each one whispering a sweet allure of morning. As she sat up, her surprise turned to wonder, watching in awe as deep red petals cascaded gracefully from the ceiling fan above, twirling like dancers in slow motion. A small, delighted smile bloomed on her lips—this unexpected shower of roses felt ethereal, intimate, almost as if she had stumbled from the realm of dreams into a waking fantasy. Her gaze wandered to the bedside table, where a meticulously arranged tray awaited her. The warm, buttery aroma of freshly baked croissants wafted through the air, mingling harmoniously with the rich scent of her favorite coffee, still steaming in a beautifully crafted mug. A bowl of perfectly sliced fruits—vividly colored strawberries, succulent oranges, and plump blueberries—sat invitingly, a feast for both the eye and palate. Yet, what truly captivated her was the elegant note res
Her heart swelled with a surge of emotion that took her completely by surprise. In that moment, standing before him, she realized she’d never imagined he was capable of such profound thoughtfulness, doing something so special just for her. Overcome with gratitude and joy, she lunged forward and enveloped him in a tight hug, her arms wrapping around him as if to shield the moment forever. The force of her embrace caused him to shift the cake slightly to the side, but in that instant, he felt as if nothing else mattered. As she clung to him, he could feel the warmth and weight of her presence against his chest. It took him a beat to realize that her unspoken happiness had given way to tears, and they were now slowly soaking into the fabric of his shirt. The salty droplets mingled with the sweetness of the moment, a testament to the deep connection they shared. Gently, he set the cake aside, its rich frosting glistening under the soft glow of the overhead lights. With a tender touch, h
Olivia sat beside Sebastian, arms crossed tightly over her chest, her gaze fixed on the television screen, yet her mind drifted far from the laughter echoing from the characters on Friends. As the familiar theme song played, she felt the weight of disappointment pressing down on her, an insistent reminder of the day’s unspoken truth. He forgot my birthday. The thought twisted in her mind like a thorn, sparking a tangled web of frustration. She stole a sidelong glance at him, noting how effortlessly he immersed himself in the episode. His eyes danced with mirth, and a faint smirk crept across his face whenever Chandler delivered one of his trademark sarcastic jabs. How could he be so utterly relaxed? So blissfully unaware of the significance of today? It was as if they were living in two parallel worlds—his filled with humor and lightheartedness while hers was clouded with disappointment and a sense of overlooked importance. Olivia felt a surge of hurt wash over her, the kind that l