"I came here to ask a favor," I managed to blurt out, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves. "I need to send my friend the address of this house so he can come and pick me up."Ethan looked at me with a curious expression, as if he could sense that there was more to my request than I was letting on. "Of course," he said. "Do you need me to help you with anything?"My heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, and I found myself struggling to maintain my composure. "No, thank you." I tried to keep my voice steady. I knew that if I stayed any longer, I would risk giving in to the magnetic pull of his presence. With a quick, "Thank you," I turned on my heel and hurried out of the room, my heart racing.As I retreated, I could feel his eyes on me, watching me leave. I rushed from the room, avoiding his gaze and any lingering temptation to give in to my feelings for him. As I left, I felt the weight of his gaze following me, but I refused to turn back, knowing that doing so would only
Liam's abrupt stop startled me, but when he reached for my hand and turned to look me in the eye, his expression had softened."Emily," he said, his voice was low and intimate. "I love you. I've loved you from the very first day I saw you. And I know we've had our ups and downs, but I can't shake this feeling that there's something between us, something that won't go away, no matter how hard I try."His gaze burned into me, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.As he confessed his love for me, I was speechless. All I could do was gaze into his eyes, my heart racing as I struggled to process what he'd just revealed.Without another word, he drew closer to me, his lips pressing against mine with an intensity that took my breath away. The world seemed to slow down as Liam's lips met mine, his kiss fierce and passionate, as if all the emotion he'd been holding back was finally spilling out. My breath caught in my throat as I surrendered to the intensity of the moment, letting my
Ethan was deeply engrossed in his book. "Ethan, I've hardly seen you since I got back, so I wanted to check on you," I tried to sound as friendly and nonchalant as possible.Ethan looked up from his book, his eyes meeting mine for a moment before he returned to his reading. "I've been busy with work." His tone was cold and distant.I suppressed a sigh, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me. Why was he being so closed off all of a sudden?Trying to hide my disappointment, I pressed on. "Okay, no problem. Would you like me to make you anything to eat? I'm happy to whip up a quick meal if you're hungry."Ethan shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the pages of his book. "No, thanks. I've already ordered and eaten something." His tone was disinterested.I fought the urge to roll my eyes. It was like talking to a brick wall! I couldn't help but wonder what had changed again.The tension in the air was palpable as Ethan continued to rebuff my attempts at conversation. "Don't forget
"I'm sorry about how I spoke to you the other day," he apologized, his voice cracking slightly. "I wasn't in a good mood, and I'm always taking my aggression out on you. That's not fair, and I know it. I'm sorry, Emily." As he spoke, his words dripped with intensity, and I couldn't help but cast my gaze downward. He closed the distance between us, his presence suffocating, making my breath catch in my throat. His hand grasped my jaw, gently but firmly, lifting my face to meet his piercing stare. I was paralyzed, frozen in time, as if the world had come to a standstill. The moment hung heavy, like a precipice, waiting to plummet into chaos. I felt trapped, unable to look away, as his eyes bore into mine. My voice was barely audible as I finally found the courage to speak. 'Yes, I forgive you,' I whispered, taking a step back from him, desperate to break the spell. His hand fell away from my jaw, leaving a palpable absence, like a phantom limb. I hastened upstairs, my thoughts racing
Ethan led us through the bustling airport, his presence commanding and effortless. I followed him, trying to keep my nerves under control as we approached the security checkpoint. The lines were long, and we waited patiently for our turn to scan our luggage. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was our turn. Ethan went first, his bag sailing through the X-ray machine without a hitch. As I was about to follow, I heard the announcement: our flight had been delayed by an hour. I sighed, glancing over at Ethan to see his reaction. Ethan's face remained impassive as if the news of the delay had barely registered. He adjusted his suit jacket, glancing down at his phone before tucking it back into his pocket. I was starting to get a sense that Ethan was always like this, controlled and unreadable. It was frustrating but also intriguing. There was something magnetic about his mystery, something that made me want to peel back the layers and discover what lay beneath. We moved
Emily POVI was nervous as I got ready for dinner with Williams. He had said he had something important to tell me, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was what I was hoping it would be. We had been together for eight months, and I had started to daydream about the possibility of a future together. As I put the finishing touches on my outfit, I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I told myself that I was probably overthinking things, but I couldn't help but hope he would ask me the question I'd been waiting for. I couldn't deny that I had strong feelings for Williams. Even though we had only been together for eight months, I had fallen head over heels for him. He was charming, funny, and sweet, and I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. I felt like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush, and the thought of him asking me to spend the rest of my life with him made my heart flutter. I was ready to say yes, no matter what. I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes late,
Emily's POV;"There's no way I'm getting married to someone I've never even met," I exclaimed, feeling a mixture of anger and frustration. My mom had just suggested that I marry Ethan Smith. I couldn't believe it. It felt like a cruel joke. My mom's request came as a complete shock. Not only was I still grieving the end of my relationship with Williams, but now I was being asked to marry someone I had never met. "You should be excited about this offer. It's Ethan Smith we're talking about." My mom's voice was already increasing in anger. "I know it's Ethan Smith, the well-known billionaire every girl's dream, but not mine," I stated firmly. I could feel the pitch of my voice rising, too. "Mom, I don't think this is right for me. Olivia is older and would be a better match for Ethan." Olivia was my step-sister, and our relationship was strained, as she always seemed to keep her distance from me. Despite our parents being married, she acted as if they were not, which made me feel lik
Ethan's POV"Eva," I began, taking a deep breath, "will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" I asked my heart in my throat. I was certain she would say yes, but I wasn't prepared for the look on her face. There was no smile, no joy. Instead, her expression was indecipherable. I could hear the surrounding crowd, phones at the ready, capturing this moment for all eternity. I remained on one knee, waiting for an answer. The silence stretched on, and I could feel my pulse quicken. Was this a mistake? Was I about to be rejected in front of everyone? My heart was pounding, my palms were clammy, and I had to resist the urge to stand up and flee. I waited, hoping, praying, that she would give me the answer I longed to hear. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could feel my anxiety rising with each passing second. How much longer would I have to wait? Suddenly, she spoke, her voice cutting through the stillness like a knife. "Yes," she responded, "I would be honored to be your