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View MoreWell, if that's how she wants to play things. “That was your love life? How incredibly sad, if Steven is the best example of what you're working with.”Her eyebrows lift. “When did I say he was the best example?”I shrug my shoulders, thrilled that she cornered herself. “Well, to date, he's the only example.”Her grin widens. “You can hate on Steven all you want, but I don't think I've ever seen you with anyone.”She doesn't want to know how much I hate Steven. But she's not wrong; she's never seen me on a date because I'm single. I've been single since my ex cheated on me, but she doesn't know that, and I’m not about to put that weight on her shoulders when she’s trying to be playful. I’d rather keep the fun rivalry going. “I'd rather be single than with the wrong person... or a jerk.” Let her decide if I think he's one or both of those options.“Are you implying that Steven is not the man of my dreams, and potentially that he's a jerk?” I love that she fires right back at me, her ey
“I’m so happy we were able to work this out,” he says, reaching for me to pull me close, but I dance away, my face still white-hot with embarrassment that all of this is happening in front of Apollo. I’m sure he’s getting a kick out of this situation and enjoying some cheap laughs at my expense.“Just to be clear, though,” Steven says, glancing at Apollo for the first time since walking into the room. “If she were your date and she spent over an hour talking about some other guy, would you be okay with that?”He feels like he’s won and he’s still trying to convince me I’m wrong? Am I losing my mind right now?Apollo doesn't so much as look in Steven’s direction. Instead, he focuses his gorgeous green eyes on me and speaks in a low, calm tone."Ellen, if I went on a date with you, you could talk about the weather in Egypt and I'd still hang on every word." His gaze darts back and forth between mine.A jolt of electric current races through me. Did he just say what I think I heard? Did
“I don’t think so,” I say with a smile. “My stomach isn’t going to let me think about work right now.” That statement is half right.“Okay,” she says softly.Again, that warm fuzzy feeling wells up in me and I try to figure out how I got here. No matter what I’ve tried to do to put the brakes on things, I can see that I’m starting to have feelings for her. The kind of feelings I have no business having for my business partner.Sure, it was funny in the beginning when I kissed her before we worked together, but now... she’s a distraction I can’t afford to have. And if Raul ever catches wind that I have feelings for her, he’d exploit them faster than I could flip a switch.She’s a danger to me, a blue ring octopus, beautiful and deadly with no idea how easily she could endanger everything I know and love.And as those disturbing realities crash over me, one after the other like stormy waves crashing on a beach, I hear a knock at the door.“Food?” I ask, frowning. It’s way too early for
I don't understand the reason he'd say something like that and I'm cautious, not trusting his motives.“Sure,” I say, trying to decode his meaning in those incredible brown eyes of his.He smiles and I sense his relief as his shoulders droop and the tension seems to drain out of him. “Thank you.”He pauses, then continues speaking. “And about those kisses-”“I thought we were starting fresh,” I say quickly, and a devilish grin lights up his features.“Trust me,” he says.Trust him? How can I trust the guy who went behind my back and talked to his father, nearly costing me my job? Sure, he got it back, but he’s the reason I lost it in the first place.I know I'm not being fair; my own actions are what cost me my job.Not so bad after all. Maybe he really is trying to be nice and smooth things over between us. Maybe I should give him a chance.As I search his expression for any hint that he's ready to betray me, I see an unexpected vulnerability in his eyes as his jaw tightens and his t
Ellen de Luna POVI glance up at the door, expecting to see Apollo again.Instead, Raul stands in the doorway with a serious expression on his face and my heart sinks from the knot in my gut to the tips of my toes.What more devastation can he possibly unleash on me?“Welcome back to the company,” he says simply without explaining this new development at all.Struggling to trust him after he had turned on me so quickly, I try to figure him out. “Why?” I ask, certain that if the news is too good to be true, then it probably is.“Apollo made a very compelling argument on your behalf.”I feel my eyebrows race for my hairline. Of everything he could have said, I think that's the explanation I expected the least.The arrogant, smug, handsome Apollo saved my job. Why? Is this some ploy to prove that he's better than me? Is he just hoping for the opportunity to torture me? Why would he do something nice like save my job?There must be more to this than I can see right now. “Thank you,” I say
Apollo Kian POVI have never liked wearing suits.I'm happy in slacks and dark-colored button-down shirts, but in suits, I feel ridiculous, like a penguin. And no, I don't have to be wearing black and white to feel like I look like a penguin.I smooth a hand down the lapel of my jacket, waiting for the elevator to open and take me to my father’s floor.Unfortunately, I have no choice in how I dress. I accepted his offer, the offer that saved me from going to jail, but also trapped me in his web of lies like a fly waiting for an inevitable death. I spent so much of my life trying not to get under his thumb, and in the end, he'd managed to get me in checkmate.The elevator door opens and I step inside, pressing the button for the floor of his law firm.My father has always been a damn good businessman. He knows how to bend the law, how to make friends with the right people, and how to get what he wants from anyone. After all, he's had a lot of practice bending the truth and making peopl
“It made chores more fun.” Even though she doesn't say it, a sense that my being busy all the time is the problem.“You're an amazing friend.”In a very matter of fact tone, she responds with, “I know.”I wonder what to say next, but she starts talking again. “As far as Steven, he will either come around and realize he made a mistake and apologize, or he won't. Either way, you have your answer. I'm betting that he's going to be apologizing to you sooner rather than later.” She lets out a laugh.Part of me wants to believe her, but another part of me whispers to let him go. Obviously, he's not right for me, and it's better that I learn this sooner rather than later.“You're right, as always,” I say, hearing her washing machine start humming. “How are things with you?”“Great, I just got a promotion at work, Larry asked me out, but I said no because who needs that headache? And mom and I are going on vacation next month. We booked a cruise.” In spite of her upbeat voice, pain lances thr
I delete the next photo, and the next, and the next. Each image brings back memories, all bittersweet and painful, like being stabbed in the back while enjoying your favorite activity. Each moment, captured in my phone tells a story. Our first date. Our first kiss. Our first road trip to the beach where she’d surfed and I sat on the sand, watching her have a good time.Her kissing me on the cheek on our anniversary, cross-eyeing as she eats chocolate on Valentine’s Day. I delete them all, feeling a mix of pain and relief as I let her go. I realize I don’t miss her. I miss the fun, the adventures, and even the quiet nights in. I miss having a friend, a partner, a lover.I miss laughter and play, pillow fights and spraying each other with the kitchen faucet head. I miss waking her with kisses or breakfast, grabbing her backside as we made our morning coffee, that smile she’d throw over her shoulder when she knew I was behind her.And whisk away on a digital breeze ever last reminder of
“This place is great. I can’t believe I’ve never come here before,” I say as Steven Gomez smiles at me. “You look very handsome,” I say, taking in his nice button down and dark slacks. He ducks his head with a heart-melting grin.“Thank you.” When he looks at me again, there’s a sparkle in his amber-colored eyes.A woman drops off our drinks and I thank her. Taking a sip of my wine, I scan the room. “How was your day?” Steven asks.I glance at him again. “That’s a dangerous question.” With a short, sharp laugh, I try not to let Apollo ruin my good time.“I didn’t mean to upset you,” he says kindly.“It’s okay. I just have to defend my boss’s son and he’s always getting into trouble; you know what I mean?” I ask. Steven nods and the words pour out of me around sips of wine.“He treats his dad poorly, he’s a bit of a jerk, and for some reason he doesn't seem to care about anybody but himself.” I’d already told Steven Gomez a bit about my past. “It stings when I think about how I lost m
Melissa Villar POV“I just don’t understand why you’re doing this,” my mother said on the phone.“I told you,” I replied, barely suppressing my sigh as I drove across the Philippine Islands going to Palawan. “I need the money.” “If you need money that badly, you should go back and beg for your old job. They would probably take you back.”“It’s not that simple, Mom.”“Why not? Have you even tried?”I felt a pain in my jaw as I clenched my teeth. My mom didn’t understand the situation. I still barely believed it myself. After nearly a year of helping to get New Philippine Digital Marketing off the ground, the two founding partners—Roland Meyer and Rodrigo Fuentes, whom I referred to as the Ross—fired me. They did it despite me doing the lion’s share of the work while they sat back and had expensive luncheons every day that they expensed.And they did it one week before my shares in the company vested.It was my damn fault for not reading the contract more carefully. I should have hired...
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