I walked out of my room, scrolling through the message exchanges between me and Joyce.
I couldn’t sleep after blatantly texting her I need you in the middle of the night. But I kept waiting for a reply. Maybe my message had made her panic. It ought to. I would’ve panicked as well. I shook my head, cursing myself at the back of my mind.
The clattering of dishes reached my ears as I strode down the stairs. Olivia was sitting by the island while Carla, my cook, prepared breakfast.
Without making eye contact with Olivia, I said, “The lawyer will be here in an hour. You can talk to him in the study.”
“Will you not be there?”
“No. It’s your personal matter. I’m helping you all I can but the matter ends there.”
“Something about you has changed, Vi.”
“I think so too.” I turned to her, my brows furrowed and a small smile tugging at my lips. Shrugging, I said, “But is the fact that I’m not open a
I love some open-hearted conversations. Don't you?
VINCE “Hey, stranger.” I heard the very voice I’d been yearning to hear. I had reached just in time to the address that Joy had texted me. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to be around Olivia. Especially when all I could think of was Joy. “You’re early,” she said, making her way toward him in the parking lot. There was something different about Joy's smile. She looked exhausted, yes, but her smile offered the type of control that I couldn’t quite explain. I couldn’t ignore how different she looked from all the times I had seen her. Back in Paris, she looked like a carefree woman, and just last day, she looked like herself. And now, in her grey pencil skirt and blazer, and her white shirt tucked, she looked like a complete businesswoman. The look was incredibly sexy on her and had my throat drying. Her curves, her firm breasts, her long legs. Everything was beyond beautiful to me. I’d seen her half-nake
JOY I took the specs from him and held them before his face. “I want to see how you look.” Vincent didn’t argue as he let me slide the specs to his ears. I had seen many versions of him, but this look, the one with the office look and the specs, was becoming my favourite. I hadn’t seen him wear these on any of his interviews or photoshoots over the years, but he sure as hell looked fucking gorgeous. The square frames suited the shape of his face perfectly. I smiled and slumped back. “Didn’t like me with these?” I immediately shook my head at his words and then sighed. I didn’t want it to bother me. I didn’t want to think about Vince and his ex in the same house in the same room, but I couldn’t help it either. “About Olivia . . . What happens after she gets divorced?” I asked. “What do you mean?” He creased his brows in worry. “Would you get back to her?” He stifled a laugh and added, “Is that
JOY I was anxious as I entered the elevator with Vincent, my heart racing and her hands trembling. But I knew, outside the elevator door, was a girl waiting, a girl who was just like me—afraid. “Are you alright?” Vince asked. I only nodded. Olivia was Vincent’s ex, and that scared me as well. I shouldn’t have compared myself to that woman and yet . . . The elevator door dinged, and I took a deep breath while the door opened. A polished floor of black marble and bright white ceilings greeted my eyes, and I walked out. Vince’s penthouse was beyond luxurious. But that didn’t matter at that moment. My eyes paused on the long grey couch and the blonde woman sitting on it with her head dipped. There were many people around, some in police uniforms. One of the men, in an NYPD jacket, rushed toward me and Vincent and said, “That bastard passed through security downstairs and snuck in. Thank God, your cook alerted your men.”
VINCE The next afternoon, I was anxiously sitting in my office when Beau stopped by with a file in his hands. At first, Beau didn’t want to hand the file to me, which only made my suspicions grow. “Are you going to tell me what you found or are you just here to sulk?” I asked, pissed at his sudden behaviour. Beau nodded, slowly sliding the file in my direction over the wooden desk. Unable to wait for him to explain, I opened it and read the contents. Name: Joyce GaleAge: 28Birthdate: 30th DecemberBlood Group: O +veNationality: Mixed. Mother Italian and father American. About father: George Gale- The owner of the Gale enterprises, which has been facing a huge downfall and can go bankrupt anytime.- Has been a victim of alcoholism and depression. About mother: Agatha Gonzales- Writer.- Hasn't bee
JOY I was having second thoughts now. The last time I’d seen Vincent was a week ago. And since then, he hadn’t called. Hadn’t texted. Maybe he and Olivia had finally got back together. Now that Olivia was free from her husband as well. The news had been all over the papers—the supermodel divorces and breaks free of the ten-year marriage. I shook my head. My brain was about to explode with the thoughts of Vincent Brown—the man that I was planning on ignoring for the rest of my life from now on. Mondays were the most hectic day of the week since there were hour-long meetings discussing the previous week's progress and data. I cracked my neck as the elevator door opened to the massive reception plus waiting room with a large mahogany desk at one side and a door at one and a grand bookshelf bursting with books and magazines on the other. A long, round couch encircled the desk. The dress that I was wearing was a
JOY The grand hall of the office was where the party was being held. Pretty much every face was familiar except the interns and the new employees. A lot of faces greeted me, many of whom I didn't even remember started out conversations as if they had known me for ages. Every one of them had the same thing to say about how beautiful I had turned out and how much I resembled Dad. Both Mason and I had Dad's eyes and nose and our grandmother's lips. My hair was after Mom, blonde while Mason was a brunet just like Dad. Dad shifted close to me and whispered, "Oh! He's here. The CEO of the company that we had signed the contract with." I saw Dad’s eyes fixed on the door, and I turned to look. "Dad, what is the name of the company that offered you the project?" I asked. "Rivian Enterprises." With that, he walked toward the man who had just entered through the large doors of the hall. The man I didn't want to see agai
JOY "Oh, hell no!" Julia said as she stared Vince down. He was standing with Dad, talking with the directors. Julia had come by after the speech had ended and everyone returned to gossiping. I could bet she pitied me, seeing me all dressed up with no one to keep me company. To have someone near me at this moment was very relieving. Vince had been glancing at me from time to time, making me shiver under his intense gaze. "Damn!" Julia exclaimed, turning back to me. "It's so romantic. And he looks even better than he did five years back." "I know. But what's so romantic about all this?" I asked, hesitantly shifting in my seat while my eyes roamed over him. Vince didn’t smile while talking to those people. It was the most serious I had seen him so far. The absence of his beautiful smile was very disturbing. At least, I understood why people looked so afraid of him. "You guys spent some time in Paris and then departed. T
JOY I wasn’t sure how I’d agreed to stay the night at Dad’s because I hated this place. Mason’s room. Mom’s decor. And Josh’s house. Staying here made me look out of my bedroom window now and then like a fucking paranoid person, just to make sure Josh wasn’t anywhere near the neighbourhood. I chose not to wake Dad up since he had returned late last night and left for my apartment. But what I didn't expect was to see Vince sleeping outside my door. Has he been here the whole night? I crouched to take a better look at his face. He was in the same suit that he wore at the party, which meant that he was waiting for me all night. My heart fluttered at the thought. He looked disturbed, his eyes closed and his brows pressed together while his body rested against the hard surface. I was actually happy to see him here. I shouldn't have felt this way, especially after the way he’d ignored me for an entire week.