LOGINI wanted him to kiss me then and there. I waited for it to come but it never did. That was mostly because Henry, his assistant called to remind him that he had a meeting he was late for. So we pulled apart and for the rest of the day while I restlessly lounged at home, I felt his nose on mine and how his breath fanned my face. I heard his voice reverberating in my ears every time I thought of the words he said. Zane wanted to be the man who eased my burden. He wanted to be there for me no matter what. No one had ever said such words to me. They thawed my heart that was infamously believed to be cold, hard as stone and possibly nonexistent.I didn't want to believe I was any of those things aforementioned. I just wasn't the most affectionate person in the room.But with Zane, the same Zane Della-Ross whom I believed was the grumpy domineering older brother of my long term boyfriend... He was the same person who was saying the things I had waited to hear forever. I was in disbelief
I hated seeing her like this. I hated how helpless I felt when I was supposed to stand up for her. But then I knew this was going to be the outcome. I tried to warn her. This was unfortunately not my first rodeo with situations like these.I really wished she could understand. "Stop the car."My gaze snapped up to her face. "I'll find my way home." She said, looking straight ahead and talking to me like I was not seated next to her. "Babe,"She shook her head vehemently, still not looking in my direction. "Sloane. That's my name. Call me that." The car slowed down and she tried to get down. "Lock the doors." I told the driver.His eyes darted between us. I glared harder at him."In fact, excuse us."He got down in a hurry, obviously not wanting to take the heat of our argument. Then I locked the doors. "What do you think you're doing?" Sloane questioned, trying to loosen my grip. Of course it was no use."Zane, let me go." She gritted out."Not until we talk things out.""I do
I felt my confidence falter when I walked into that conference room.Something was off. I wondered if Zane could feel it too."Good morning everyone," I said to their hearing over their loud conversations.Zane muttered his salute as well as he pulled out my chair for me and let me sit.Veronica was seated there in a bright red outfit that made her the center of attention. She obviously thought it was her day to shine. They responded neutrally. Or at least almost all of them did."Good morning Mr and Mrs Della-Ross." Gregory had a sort of mocking grin that made me feel very uneasy.Zane and I exchanged glances. He could feel it too. Maybe I had celebrated my victory way too soon. The secretary read out the minutes from the previous meeting of this sort. We listened with rapt attention like we didn't already know what it entailed. Then finally, the meeting properly begin. It seemed like they were dragging over the point with several gibberish and were about to say something false
Zane had been very distant. With Sophie gone, we were back to having separate rooms. We were back to barely seeing each other, mostly because of work or maybe because he didn't want us to get too close like what almost happened the last time.Every night, when I went to bed, I remembered the warmth of his arms when he cuddled me to sleep.I only got to experience that for one night before things went back to normal and even though it was hard to admit,I missed it. A notification popped on my system, bringing my mind back to what I had been doing before the thoughts of my fake husband occupied it.It was an email from a specific address that was too important to ignore.I opened the attachment and saw some really interesting photos.A phone call came in shortly after."Boss,""Tell me everything."~My stilettos clicked the marbled floors as I power-walked out of the elevator into the lobby."Mrs Della-Ross," the secretary got on her feet as soon as she saw me. "Good day.""Hello. I
Third Person POV:Sophie's feet tapped the floor in a nervous rhythm.Even the staff cast her worried glances.This was supposed to be her home but she felt like a stranger as she waited for her dreadful mother to make her way downstairs to where she was seated. It had only been fifteen minutes but it felt like forever. Fifteen long minutes of hearing nothing but the large wall clock in the living room tick meticulously.Even her phone seemed to lack interest which was very unlike her. Moments later, she heard the footsteps she had been waiting for."Sophia," "Hi mom."Veronica's smile never reached her eyes. At least not since when Sloane became her obvious rival."I've missed you." She said, spreading her arms.Sophie hesitated before going into them."Me too mom."An obvious lie. But they weren't going to dwell on it."Do you have news for me?"The nerves she had tried to suppress came rushing back. Sophie shook her head slowly, unable to meet her mother's eyes."Words, Sophia.
Stress had its way of taking a toll on a person. I had just experienced one of the most stressful days of my life.So when I got back to see Sloane laying in my bed as usual, nothing prepared me for the question she asked as soon as I walked in."Zane, why did you marry me?"I froze. My mind immediately went into overdrive.Had she seen something she wasn't supposed to? Did I carelessly leave a document lying around? Did someone tell her anything?I felt my heart rate go up in a number of seconds."That's a very random question." I said, steadying my tone so she wouldn't suspect anything."Is it though?"I sighed. "Sloane, I'm tired. I just got in."" Okay then. I'll go straight to the point."It was then my eyes fell on the night wear she had on. She was still clad in her silky robe but her perky breasts and pointed nipples showed through the fabric. I swallowed, feeling a stirring in my groin area.She came closer. There was something in her eyes that I recognized very well.Oh
We are getting married tomorrow.Two days. That was all it had taken from the signed contract to the scheduled wedding. I had expected Sloane Reed to take the full three days, maybe longer. Instead she had called Patrick from the café, confirmed the date before she even stood up from the table, and
I woke up to my head pounding like someone was taking a hammer to it from the inside.My phone on the nightstand was lit up and buzzing in a way that communicated something had gone very wrong overnight, which I already knew, but seeing thirty seven missed calls from my secretary at eight in the mo
The dress was beautiful and I was walking down the aisle in it. The cathedral sleeves, the pearl buttons running down the back, the train sweeping the floor behind me like something out of a magazine. Cole had picked it himself and it was perfect and with every step I took I looked exactly like a
He walked in and every head in the café turned. I had already been seated for ten minutes, black coffee in front of me that I hadn't touched, the file on the table within reach. I had chosen the corner table deliberately. Away from the windows, away from anyone who might recognize either of us and







