The morning sun painted Olivia's small apartment in soft gold as she stood in front of her mirror. Her blazer was crisp, her pencil skirt fitted perfectly, and her hair neatly tied back in a bun. Yet, her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her collar. Today was her first day as an assistant to Sebastian Massimo—a man whose charm and poise both intrigued and unsettled her. Her phone vibrated on the table. A message from Mia lit up the screen: "Good luck today! You’ve got this! Call me if you need a pep talk!" Smiling faintly, Olivia replied, "Thanks, Mia. I’ll let you know how it goes." She picked up her bag, took a deep breath, and stepped out of her apartment. --- Sebastian sat at his desk, his eyes locked on the monitor in front of him. The screen displayed a live feed of Olivia’s assigned desk, the angle discreetly capturing her workspace and the immediate surroundings. The camera was seamlessly hidden within the desk lamp he had personally arranged for her. He le
Sebastian sat alone in his expansive study, a place of quiet power and meticulous order. The soft patter of rain against the window added a rhythmic undertone to the heavy silence. A single lamp illuminated the room, casting long shadows that seemed to dance in response to his thoughts. In front of him lay a pristine glass of wine, untouched and forgotten, much like the moral boundaries he had long since discarded. His mind, sharp and calculating, was fixed on one name: Alexander. Alexander’s actions had been unforgivable. He hadn’t simply hurt Olivia; he had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and left her to face the aftermath alone. The thought of her tear-streaked face, her trembling voice as she recounted her pain, stirred something dark in Sebastian. He wasn’t a savior by nature, nor was he noble. But Olivia’s anguish had ignited a fire in him—a fire that now burned solely for revenge. Sebastian leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as he let his thoughts coalesce
Sebastian adjusted his cufflinks as he entered the Grand Conference Room, his every move precise and deliberate. The room was designed for deals of magnitude—its polished mahogany table stretched the length of the space, while the walls were lined with understated art pieces that whispered power rather than shouted it. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city skyline, the bustling streets below seemingly insignificant from this vantage point. He glanced at the sleek clock on the wall: 2:50 PM. He always arrived early, ensuring everything was prepared. Today was no exception. On the table in front of him were several leather-bound folders containing the finalized terms of the deal. Every clause had been analyzed, every potential loophole meticulously closed. Sebastian sat at the head of the table, his posture straight, his demeanor calm. This wasn’t just another business meeting—it was the execution of a carefully laid plan. He opened one of the folders, his sharp eyes scanning t
Sebastian adjusted his cufflinks for the third time that evening, glancing at his reflection in the sleek glass of his car window. His tailored black suit and crisp white shirt exuded power and elegance, but none of it mattered. His mind was consumed with anticipation as he waited outside Olivia's house.When the door opened, and Olivia stepped outside, Sebastian’s breath hitched. She was stunning. The red silk gown hugged her figure perfectly, with a neckline that was bold but not overly revealing. Her hair was pinned up, allowing soft strands to frame her face, and her minimal jewelry only emphasized her natural beauty. The crimson hue of the dress seemed to set her aglow in the evening light.Sebastian quickly composed himself, stepping out of the car. "You look..." He trailed off, searching for words. Beautiful wasn’t enough. Neither was stunning. "Extraordinary," he finally said, his voice low.Olivia’s cheeks flushed, and she looked away shyly. "Thank you. You’re looking sharp y
The room buzzed with the mingling of laughter and the clink of champagne glasses. Olivia clutched the edge of her gown, her eyes darting uneasily around the opulent ballroom. Alexander’s piercing gaze was fixed on her from across the room, his smirk sending a chill down her spine.Sebastian, standing beside her, noticed her discomfort instantly. His sharp blue eyes followed her line of sight, landing on Alexander. His jaw tightened, the tension in his body palpable. He leaned closer to Olivia, his voice low but firm. “Don’t let him rattle you. He’s not worth it.”Olivia nodded faintly, but her hands trembled at her sides. The memory of Alexander’s cruel words earlier haunted her, and his presence seemed to suffocate her.Alexander, holding his wine glass with practiced arrogance, sauntered toward them. His tall date followed closely, though his attention was solely on Olivia.“Well, well,” Alexander drawled, stopping a few feet away. “Olivia. You look stunning tonight—though I must sa
The morning sunlight filtered through my curtains, but it didn’t bring the usual warmth. It felt sterile, cold even, as if the world had conspired to rob me of comfort. Sitting at the edge of my bed, I stared blankly at the floor, replaying last night’s events over and over in my head.Alexander’s words still stung, but it wasn’t his cruelty that lingered the most—it was Sebastian. The way he had intervened so seamlessly, as if he had rehearsed every line, every gesture. For a moment, I had felt safe in his presence, but now, in the harsh light of day, I couldn’t shake the strange unease that had settled over me.With a sigh, I forced myself out of bed. I had a job to do. Routine was my only solace.---The office was alive with its usual buzz of activity, but I felt like I was moving through a fog. I made my way to my desk, nodding absentmindedly at my colleagues’ greetings. The familiar surroundings brought a flicker of comfort, but it was fleeting.I tried to lose myself in work, c
I sat in the darkened study, my fingers steepled beneath my chin as the silence closed in around me. The dim glow of the city’s lights seeped through the cracks in the heavy drapes, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging within me. Olivia. Her name wasn’t just a sound; it was a tether, binding me to a reality I couldn’t bear to lose. Yet, something was wrong. I had felt it for days now, an unmistakable shift in her demeanor. She was pulling away, retreating behind a wall I hadn’t seen coming. Was it possible she knew? The thought twisted my stomach into knots. I had been meticulous, careful. Every message, every glance, every encounter was designed to seem accidental, harmless. I had built my presence in her life like a puzzle, each piece falling into place without her realizing. But Olivia was sharp. If anyone could figure it out, it was her. I clenched my fists against the armrests of my chair, the leather creaking beneath my grip. The idea of her knowing—of her seei
The airport was bustling with activity, the echoes of announcements mixing with the chatter of travelers. Olivia stood outside, clutching her suitcase as the cold night air bit at her skin. Her heart was pounding. She checked her phone for the umpteenth time, confirming her cab’s arrival time. The minutes dragged. Every second felt like an eternity as her mind raced with thoughts of the past few weeks—of the humiliation, the pain, the suffocating obsession that had clung to her life. She shook her head, forcing herself to focus. This was her chance to leave it all behind, to start over. The headlights of the cab finally pierced through the darkness. The driver rolled down his window, asking, “Ms. Brooks?” She nodded and climbed in, her suitcase placed neatly in the trunk. The driver adjusted the rearview mirror, giving her a quick look of reassurance, but Olivia remained silent, staring blankly at the passing streetlights. Her phone buzzed in her lap. She hesitated before flipping
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