All Chapters of Take Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Adagio~I haven't finished my work yet, and it is already midnight. It has been stressing me out more than ever because of the home and work chaos. It's as though I sleep with Aster every night since she won't sleep without me.Not that I care, but it's annoying to go home and see that face of hers the moment I enter. She is always around, taking care of me, which I clearly didn't ask for. I got up to leave. I took my bag and coat, and suddenly I heard a knock. I wondered who it would be at this hour. Mostly everyone has left. A part of me assumed it was Aster, but then, to my surprise, the door opened, revealing my brother. What on earth is he doing here? "What do you want?" I asked. He blinked in disappointment. I do not wish to greet him or see his face right now. "Have you slept with Aster?" He asked with a shaky breath, his eyes so much more than fear. "You came all the way to my office to ask that?" I asked him uninterestingly and in shock due to his stupidity. "Did you?" He

Writer's povAster was in her own little world, preparing lunch for her darling hubby. She is working so hard to make things okay with Adagio. Arlo, on the other hand, was making every attempt to make up with her.Aster found herself in the midst, of giving up but not losing hope. If it weren't for hiding secrets, it could be less of a burden for everyone. Isn't that only going to worsen the crushed and buried problems? Aster has always been an enjoyable and selfless person. No matter how many times people crush and break her, she wishes them the best.Right now, she wants Adagio to be happy and carefree. Take him back to when he was at peace and didn't need something to drown his sorrows. If he ever needed anything to help him forget his troubles, she wished it would be her.James, her driver, was on leave today, so she was preparing to drop over his lunch by herself.***She smiled at the employees, who greeted her with respect but mostly out of dread, not for their jobs but for thei

Aster~At this point, is it even worth helping Adagio? Never seen a man more adamant than him. It's almost impossible change his mind. I always believe deep conversation can open minds, but Adagio just won't let me speak. He always says something to cut me off or to make me dumbfounded. All these rantings and complaints about him push me to the edge of giving up on him. But deep down, I know Adagio has faced things that his heart is covered with metal. Not just any metal; it's something that does not give into, care, love, worry, or any kind of affection. Having thoughts line up in my head while I was just sitting passing away my time, not knowing what to do. I have done everything I could possibly do in this house, and no one can continuously do the same activities over and over again. Adagio never permits me to go out alone. If at all I want to go anywhere, I have to take James with me, and that's annoying having someone follow your every move; it's also suffocating. I heaved a h

Adagio~I hate to admit it, but Aster's idea was creative and original. And when it comes to busniess, I always want the best. Today, she arranged a meeting with Mrs. Anitta, and I was quite curious to see what she had in mind to make her plan susscessful. She's even bringing in cilents, which I certainly won't complain about. Aster is full of surprises, and I find myself wanting to know more about her. She exudes postivity and happiness, and her smile never fades, which is almost unsettling. My assistant walked and informed me that the meeting is in five minutes. I put on my coat, adjusted my tie, and headed to the conference room. Everyone stood up and greeted me when I entered; I simply nodded in response. I took my seat and immediately noticed Aster arranging her documents and reviewing her notes. I appreciated how focused she was when she worked.Her hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she wore a fitted skirt paired with a pink blouse, looking professional and admirable. I n

He took me to the most expensive restaurant in Paris. The place screamed luxury and wealth, making me feel almost out of place in such grandeur. Meanwhile, Adagio walked in as if he owned it. His presence and aura are more powerful than any amount of money could ever provide. His ruthless gaze and dangerously controlled temper seem so fragile, it feels as though one wrong move could shatter it. His words carry such authority that even the law would bow to him. And now, this kind of person has invited me to dine with him? In this moment, I feel honoured and special, though I can't promise I'm the only one he's brought to places like this. I still don't know the reason behind his generous gesture, but I'm willing to accept anything as long as it involves him. I know I'm probably just being a fool for him, but there's a small hope flickering at the edges of my heart. I sat across from him as he ordered for both of us, nodding at the waiter before turning his gaze toward me. His intens