Olivia pov:
I finally found a moment to sit down at my desk and relax for a while. The chair felt comfortable against my back as I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes. I know I have to work on the file but for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and allowed myself to simply relax. before I start working again. I looked at my ankles to see if they are swelling because I wasn't in that much pain like I was before but thank God it was nothing, just a little discomfort.
I picked up my phone to see if there were any messages from my family, there was one message from Mum asking if I settled and how was my first day going. Should I tell her how many times today I have thought about returning? Or should I tell her how I felt when I landed in New York because I think she might not be happy to hear that I felt relieved, felt like I could breathe again? I finally felt that running from my past was the best decision because I couldn't stay there anymore and relive every memory, every day of which I have no desire to remember.
So, like every time, I again lied to my mother, that I was okay and completely fine.
I know I decided to come here and I am satisfied with my decision but I am shitless scared regarding what my future holds.
I would be lying if I said I do not think about him because I do. I wonder if he misses me or if he regrets what he did. What if the accident never happened? Would we both still be together? I still remember the note he left behind.
“I wish you all the happiness in the world, I hope you forgive me someday.”
That's it? That's all he could say in his parting note? Forgive? How should one forgive a person who hurt you so badly, and left you in pieces to fend for yourself while he ran away the first chance he got?
I was the one who picked up those broken pieces and mended my heart while I was recovering and here I am! I have taken that single bold decision that changed my whole life.
My thoughts started to wander, to those places where I don't want to think about right now. Working on the files was more appealing than my thoughts. I picked up the files and started reading them, soon I was done with my first file. Later I was done with both of them.
I was doing the final touches. I contemplated going to Lucas' office, I have come to terms with the fact that I might not like my boss but I like the working environment. Everything here is professional and comforting. I have not talked to anyone since I came here except for Mr. Stewart and my boss but I am hoping they are friendly.
While engrossed in work my intercom buzzed. I got startled by the sudden noise. I quickly pressed the button to receive it.
“In my office Miss Paul.” My boss's voice came through. I got up from my chair and hurried towards the office. Just one sentence, can he ever be nice? I wonder if he talks to children like this too if he has ever seen one in his life. Though, I highly doubt it.
I picked up the two files and straightened my dress and walked towards his door.
Life may not be easy here but I am willing to go to any lengths and won't settle for less, this time I am gonna make the rules and live on my terms. Long gone, the naive girl who loved love but this new me won't fall for four-letter words anymore.
Olivia pov I softly knocked at the door and went in. “Yes Sir, you called?” I politely asked. He looked at me as I entered his office. “Yes Miss Paul, I want you to go to the marketing team and get me an update on the marketing plan for the new book launch." He then resumed his harsh typing over the laptop. His expression was stern and unyielding. “Okay, sure!” I said. Turned on my heels to run out of the door as quickly as possible. His scowling face intimidates me. My heart starts racing, and my palms slick with sweat. “Miss Paul?” he called from behind as I was about to walk out of the door. I turned towards him and looked at him, he ran his left hand on his face. I could see the watch in his hand. “I believe you have something that you want to give me?” He asked with raised eyebrows looking directly with his stern eyes. I looked quizzically at him. He pointed his head at my hands and I immediately looked at them and saw the two files that I came with to give him. I sheepis
Lucas pov: Just a slight touch from her and I felt I was gone. How could I feel like this? I hid my expression and told her to go and sought the work. "I will be doing it after lunch." She shifted herself straight and I dismissed her without any other thought. She left the office. I watched her go. If it was in my reach I could have behaved normally as if nothing happened although technically it was nothing! It was just a normal touch of a hand which shouldn't mean anything. But I don't how it got that power to rattle everything inside me. I couldn't think straight for a moment. Never has a female species fascinated me before like Olivia Paul did. Since this morning she came bulldozing in and she has created havoc inside my calming world. But the worst part is I can't seem to complain about it. When she went to get the update from the marketing department I went through her file which I gave her to proofread. I couldn't help but feel amused with her choice of marker colors she u
COMPLETED my first week in this office without killing my boss. He left no turn in making it difficult for me. He tested me with several unsaid sets of rules which only he knows existed but I am still here so it means I passed. I have to say he's a good boss he always made sure to see if I had any issues though he was strict. I learned a lot from him. Today I arrived earlier as there was an important meeting. I did a victory dance in my head while congratulating myself for reaching before him but it was short-lived. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the sound his a shoe clicking on the floor. It was Logan Adams. Today he also came early. I quickly glanced at the clock on my wristwatch. It was 8:30 AM. He never arrived before 9:00 AM. Panic set in as I tried to press the lift button and leave before he arrived here to reach his office. The clicking of his shoes grew louder and closer until finally, he appeared near the lift and he pressed the lift button it instantly opened.
Olivia pov:I lifted my gaze and found his piercing eyes locked on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and I became completely still, afraid of causing any further damage after the mistakes I had already made."Mr. Henry, I will send the signed contracts to your office as soon as possible," he stated, his gaze still fixed on me. I stood upright, immobilized, not daring to move a muscle."Sure," Mr. Henry responded."Miss Paul, meet me in my office now," he commanded, emphasizing every word. With that, he swiftly walked away, leaving the room in a state of unease. People scattered, each going about their tasks. As for me, I reluctantly headed towards his office, knowing that I would likely be collecting my termination letter.I gently tapped on his office door and heard a faint voice permitting me to enter. Stepping inside, I uttered, "Yes, sir," as I took in the sight of him standing by his chair, meticulously rolling up his sleeves.His gaze immediately shifted toward me. "Are you
Olivia’s Pov:I strolled down to the cafeteria for lunch. I moved my eyes towards the door where her desk can be seen, to see if she was standing there, but she was not at her desk.Two days ago, I made a new friend named Maria. She was part of the marketing department but never stayed in one spot. She was the social butterfly of our office, always roaming around with a beautiful smile and probably making friends with everyone.I spotted my friends, whom I had been getting to know since I joined the company. It had been over three weeks, and I could proudly say that I had managed to navigate through them without breaking down. Hannah, Claire, and Jack are nice and warm people they made it easier for me. I walked towards their table while holding my usual lunch, a chicken sandwich with grape juice.“Hi,” I greeted them as I sat with my tray.“Hi,” Jack said with a smile. Everyone also greeted me backSoon we all fall into a comfortable conversation. It's nice to have people around you
Lucas pov: I was seated in my office, the afternoon sun casting its warm rays across the room, lighting it with a golden hue. Despite trying to stay focused on the paperwork before me, my mind kept wandering to her. As I sifted through the documents, my thoughts were consumed by her presence. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake her from my mind. My concentration was broken when I heard the door creak open, and I looked up seeing Olivia standing there. I hadn't seen her for most of the day, and I couldn't stop my curiosity. “Where have you been?” I asked her, trying to sound casual. Olivia smiled faintly. “I was having lunch with my friends in the cafeteria,” she replied. A surge of jealousy washed over me, but I managed to suppress it and calmly requested Olivia to finish some urgent files by the end of the day. Olivia noticed my peculiar behavior, and her eyes flickered with uncertainty, yet she decided not to remark on it. As I went back to my paperwork, I loosened my
One of my favorite pastimes is gazing at the stars on a quiet night. I sat in my comfortable pajamas, with a cup of steaming coffee, savoring the warmth and tranquility of the moment. Under the late-night moonlight, I became consumed by thoughtsand leaned back in my chair, gazing out at the city skyline in the distance. I rested my chin on my knuckles, pondering over the events that had just taken place. I couldn't help but think about what I had said to my boss about handling any negative remarks thrown his way. I couldn't believe those words had come out of my mouth. On the one hand, I was relieved that I had been able, to be honest with my boss and express my thoughts. The whole conversation had been so unexpected, and I had found myself saying things that I hadn't even realized I had been thinking. On the other hand, though, I was worried about what would happen next. I know I am attracted to him, but that didn't mean I wanted to act on it.The only thing to do was to handle the
Olivia’s pov:I arrived at work the next morning, feeling a bit anxious. I realized I was five minutes late, but my worry subsided when I noticed that Lucas was also running late – something quite unusual for him. I figured he might have gotten stuck in traffic, which seemed to be terrible this morning.Trying to shake off the nerves, I continued with my day, but I kept an eye out for Lucas, expecting him to show up eventually. Sure enough, around 9:30, he arrived, but he appeared different today. There was a distant look in his eyes, and he didn't respond to my greeting. Well, he's back to his grumpy self.Without saying a word, I went to the cafeteria and grabbed a cup of coffee and a sandwich for him, as I did every morning. I went to his office, but something felt off when I walked through the door. His eyes were slightly red, and he looked off. Unsure of what to do, I placed the coffee and sandwich on his desk, and then quietly returned to my work. The morning passed, and I not
The room was cold and utterly silent, cloaked in a thick, endless darkness that seemed to swallow sound itself. A small boy sat on the hard floor, his back pressed against the unyielding door, fists clenched and eyes wide with fear. He had pounded on that door, over and over, until his small hands throbbed, his knuckles raw and bruised. Every desperate knock echoed back, empty and unanswered. And as his strength waned, so did the knocks — at first loud, desperate slams, but now, weak, faint taps, barely audible, as though he was fading along with the sound.He didn’t know how long he had been here. The hours twisted into each other, stretching endlessly until he lost any sense of time. His stomach growled, the ache growing sharper, more painful, each minute as he tried to swallow down the thirst that scraped his throat dry. But worse than hunger, worse than thirst, was the creeping dread that seeped into his bones, the feeling of being forgotten, abandoned, and left alone in the dark.
Why did I even bother going after her? Why did I think, for one second, that I could fix everything? That somehow seeing her, talking to her, would make everything alright. What a fool I was. I wanted so badly to believe in her, to believe that this love we had was something real, something worth fighting for.But now, all I see is the truth, plain and brutal. She was cheating on me with another man—Simon, of all people. And the worst part is, she didn’t even care. She didn’t care that she was tearing me apart, ripping out the very heart I had so stupidly placed in her hands. She looked at him, she let him touch her, and I was the one left there standing like an idiot, watching the whole thing play out. And then, when she saw me standing there, her eyes wide with shock, she didn’t even have the decency to chase after me. She didn’t call my name, didn’t explain, didn’t do anything that might show me I still mattered to her.No, she just stood there, frozen, as if my heartbreak meant n
I walked back to my apartment, each step weighed down by the heavy burden of everything that had happened today. My mind was a blur of thoughts, each one more painful than the last. Was this what it felt like to lose everything? I never imagined that falling in love with Lucas would happen so quickly, so intensely. These past three months had been like a beautiful whirlwind, filling my life with joy and hope I hadn’t felt in so long. But now, all of that felt like it was slipping through my fingers, and I couldn’t shake the fear that I might never get him back, that he might never forgive me.Even though Lucas had said those hurtful words to me, there was something in his eyes that made me pause. He seemed distant, almost lost, like he was trapped in his own thoughts, questioning his own words. I couldn’t help but think that maybe he was hiding something too, something he wasn’t ready to share. It gave me a sliver of hope, but also filled me with confusion. What if I wasn’t the only on
The bell rang, its sound piercing through the fog of my hangover. I knew in my heart who it was. Did I want to meet her? Certainly not. All I wanted was to run away and never see her face again. But my heart was beating too fast, a conflicting desire pulling me toward the door. I wanted to reach her, to take her in my arms, but I was too scared. What if she was here to throw it in my face, to mock me for being so foolish to fall in love with her? What if my mother was right all along, and I didn’t deserve love?The bell rang again, cutting through my thoughts. It was persistent, just like her. She was determined to see me and hadn't left yet. Was there hope for us? Could we save this relationship?With a sigh, I put on my slippers, my head pounding from the hangover. I placed a hand on my forehead, trying to steady myself. Each step toward the door felt like a march toward the inevitable. I wasn’t ready to forgive her, but I wasn’t ready to lose her either. The conflict tore at my hea
Life could have been anything but not a disaster like this one. It was too tough and, at the same time, bone-crushing. Looking at Blake gave me both anxiety and immense relief. I could see the anger in his eyes, reflecting the betrayal he felt on behalf of his brother. He knew. He knew about my betrayal to Lucas.My legs felt like they were made of lead. I wanted to reach out to him, to explain, but every step I tried to take felt like I was moving backward instead of forward. Blake took a determined step toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. All I wanted was to turn and run as fast as I could, to escape this confrontation, but we both knew silently that I wouldn’t.Just like me, Blake needed answers. And I needed to know if Lucas was safe. My efforts felt futile, but I still wanted to stay—stay for Lucas, stay for our relationship, which we had built so beautifully in such a short time."Blake," I managed to say, my voice trembling. "What are you doing here?"Blake stepped closer,
The night was a blur of tears and regret. I sat on the edge of our bed, clutching my phone tightly, waiting for Lucas to call back. Each passing minute felt like an eternity, and the silence from his end was deafening. I had called him repeatedly, leaving voicemails, but he never picked up. The weight of my secrets and the fear of losing him pressed heavily on my chest."Please, Lucas, just pick up," I whispered, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my cheeks.But the phone remained silent, mocking my desperation. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and I cried myself to sleep, curled up in a ball, feeling more alone than ever.Morning came too soon, and I jolted awake, a sense of dread settling over me. My first instinct was to reach for my phone, hoping that maybe, just maybe, Lucas had called. My heart raced as I saw the screen light up, but my hope was quickly dashed when I saw the name: Cara.Caroline was calling me. I wondered what she wanted at this time of the morning. Reluc
The dim lights of the bar cast long shadows, creating a cocoon of anonymity that I desperately needed. I slumped onto a barstool, feeling the weight of my sorrow and confusion press heavily upon me. The atmosphere was thick with the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke, a fitting backdrop for my current state of mind.I howled at the waiter, my voice rough and edged with desperation. "Keep serving me your strongest drink," I demanded, my words slurred with a mix of anger and sadness. The bartender nodded, not questioning my obvious distress, and poured me a glass of something amber and potent.I took a long, burning swig, the alcohol searing a path down my throat. I wasn't sure if it was to my liking, but I didn't care. My taste was peculiar tonight, just like the tangled mess of emotions inside me. Olivia's deception gnawed at my mind like a relentless parasite. She had hidden something monumental from me, and now I couldn't fathom who she had been cheating with exactly. Was it t
I woke up to the sound of Olivia's phone ringing. She was already asleep beside me, her soft breathing filling the room with a sense of calm. As I reached over to silence the incessant ringing, I noticed the caller ID – an unfamiliar number.A jolt of curiosity surged through me as I hesitated, wondering who could be calling at this hour. Should I answer? Ignore it? I glanced at Olivia, her peaceful expression betraying no hint of the turmoil that lay beneath the surface of our relationship.Taking a deep breath, I pressed the answer button, my hand trembling slightly as I held the phone to my ear. "Hello?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper."Is Olivia there?" a man's voice came through the line, unfamiliar and yet oddly familiar.I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. "Uh, no, she's asleep. Can I take a message?" I managed to reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the racing of my heart."This is Simon, her fiancé. Could you please let her know I called?" he said, his
Lucas pov:I enjoy our daily routine now. We work in the office in the morning, and in the evening, we either go to her place or mine for dinner and maybe watch a movie. After meeting Olivia, my life took an unexpected turn, one filled with laughter, love, and a newfound sense of purpose. She waltzed into my world like a breath of fresh air, bringing with her a warmth and light that I didn't know I was missing. With her by my side, every day feels like an adventure, and every moment brims with possibility. Olivia has a way of effortlessly melting away the barriers I've spent years building, replacing them with a sense of vulnerability and connection that I never knew I craved. Each morning, as the sun peeked over the horizon, I found myself eagerly anticipating the day ahead. Stepping into the bustling office, I was greeted by the familiar reassuring presence of Olivia by my side. Together, we navigated through meetings, deadlines, and endless meetings. Olivia's unwavering support an