Eddie's POVMy gaze darted from the closed door to Bianca, who sat perched on the edge of my desk, fiddling with a pen in her perfectly manicured hands. Her usual confident demeanor seemed to have evaporated, replaced by a mixture of apprehension and what appeared to be…defiance?A wave of anger washed over me, momentarily eclipsing the confusion that had been swirling in my gut."Bianca," I growled, my voice laced with steel. "What the hell was that?"Bianca looked up, her eyes wide with feigned innocence. "What do you mean, Eddie?" she purred, her voice dripping with honeyed sweetness."Don't play dumb with me," I snapped, striding towards her. "You know exactly what I mean. Creeping all over me like that, in front of Amelia no less!"Bianca's smile faltered slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing her previously innocent facade. "Honestly, Eddie," she huffed, straightening her designer skirt. "You're overreacting. It was a friendly touch.""It wasn't friendly," I countered, my voi
Eddie's POV"It's not about what she has or doesn't have, Bianca," I sighed. "It's about the connection we share, the way we make each other feel.""And what about us?" she pressed, her voice trembling slightly. "Don't we have a connection, Eddie?""We have a friendship, a professional respect," I clarified, hoping to gently but firmly shut down any further misinterpretations. "But that's all it is, and that's all it will ever be."Bianca's lips formed a thin line, her jaw clenched tightly. The air crackled with unspoken tension, and I could practically feel the storm brewing within her."Look, Bianca," I said, trying a different approach. "I value you as a colleague, but this conversation is getting us nowhere. Perhaps it's best if you leave. I need some time to…process everything."It wasn't what I wanted to say, but I needed some space, some time to clear my head and disentangle the jumbled mess of emotions swirling inside me. The guilt over Amelia's hurt expression, the surprise o
Eddie's POVJust then, the clatter of the front door opening jolted me out of my brooding. I expected to see Chloe, perhaps thirsty after a long nap, but instead, I saw Amelia walking in, a small smile on her lips. She seemed to be lost in thoughts, not even knowing when I approached and leaned against the wall. "And where have you been?" I growled out.Amelia's POVThe unexpected question threw me off balance. I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing a semblance of calm into my voice. "Just went out for some air," I replied, my gaze flitting away from his accusatory stare.Eddie's frown deepened. "Air?"I needed a break," I countered, my voice firmer this time. The guilt that had been gnawing at me earlier was slowly morphing into irritation."A break from what?" he pressed, taking a step closer. His proximity was suffocating, amplifying the confusion and hurt swirling inside me."From everything," I said vaguely, refusing to elaborate. I didn't need to justify my actions to him,
Amelia's POVI had been sending mixed signals, clinging to a fragile hope while simultaneously pushing him away with the label of "employer-employee."His words, harsh as they were, carried an undeniable truth."I…" I stammered, searching for a defense that wouldn't crumble under the weight of his accusations. "Maybe… maybe you're right," I admitted reluctantly. "Perhaps I did send mixed signals."His blue eyes narrowed, searching my face. "Perhaps?" he echoed, his voice still laced with anger. "You were the one pulling away when things got intense, Amelia. You were the one who insisted on this strict employer-employee boundary."A wave of guilt washed over me. He was right again. Every time he'd tried to bridge the gap, I'd retreated, clinging to the fragile line I'd drawn to protect myself. Fear, a leftover from the painful ending of our past relationship, had held me back."I..." I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. The carefully constructed wall of anger that had shielded
I held my breath, waiting to see the expression on Eddie's face. Would it be anger? Hurt? Disdain?He eventually came out of his office, but his face was like an unreadable mask. His jaw was clenched tight, his eyes stormy and devoid of the vulnerability I'd seen just moments before. He looked like a man who had built a fortress around his emotions, shutting himself off completely.For a moment, we stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. Neither of us dared to speak, the air thick with unspoken accusations and hurt feelings."So," he finally said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "A date, huh?"It wasn't a question, but a statement, a confirmation of what he'd overheard. The harshness in his voice sent a fresh wave of tears pricking at my eyes."It's not what it seems," I stammered, my voice barely a croak. "It was just… an afternoon outing, nothing more."He gave a short, humorless laugh. "Of course," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just two friends enjoying
"Look, Amelia," I said, suddenly feeling exhausted and sick of the back and forth Amelia and I had been having ever since she started working for me. "I think we both need some time to sort this out. To figure out what we really want, and what's truly important to us."She stared at me with a hurt expression on her face. But I could not trust that it was genuine or that she would not find a reason to push me away again. First, it had been the fact that she could not get over the way that I had abruptly broken up with her when we had still been in college, although she claimed she had forgiven me. Then, she had said she had no feelings for me. And then, after we had kissed a couple of times, she had claimed that we were nothing but employer and employeeand that we should keep it that way. Then she said we were nothing but friends. So I could not understand why she seemed to be having another change of mind. Regardless, I was done. I was done trying to woo her and I just wanted to go
Jenna's POV"Jenna! Jenna! Over here! Give me a smile, Jenna! Over the shoulder, Jenna!"I was on the red carpet… obviously and enjoying every second of it. I shifted slightly and shot the reporters a dazzling smile over the shoulder and the cameras went wild, nearly blinding me with bright flashes. The lady at the end of the carpet motioned for us, every celebrity that was currently taking pictures on the red carpet, to move and we did. As I moved down the line, taking care to not trip on my face, I got to the end of the carpet where a reporter and a cameraman were waiting for me. I turned on the voltage of my dazzling smile and approached them confidently. "Hello, Jenna. It's so nice to officially meet you. I'm a fan. And I must say, you look amazing. " The lady reporter trilled when I finally reached them. "So excited you could make it tonight," the reporter continued, her smile unwavering, even as she scanned my outfit – a custom-made emerald gown that shimmered under the spotli
Jenna's POVAs I walked away from the reporter and the cameraman, Sarah followed closely, holding up and arranging the train of my dress for the full effect. I began to walk up the stairs that led to the entrance of the building in which the award ceremony would take place. I had already mentally planned out the next few minutes. I had planned that the moment I got to the top of the stairs, I would turn around slowly and wave to the crowd while gently tossing my head to the wind. "Remember what we talked about, Sarah," I muttered underneath my breath to Sarah. She looked sweaty and exhausted, her eyes darting back and forth between the crowd and our lane. She appeared to not have heard me and so I discreetly jabbed her in the side with my pointy elbow. She winced in pain and her eyes came to meet mine. She flinched when her furious gaze met mine and quickly stammered out an apology. "I'm… I'm sorry, I didn't quite get that."I rolled my eyes at her and as a camera flashed, I quickl