Sinead's standpoint "You better fix this horrible spot on my face before I break you in half! This better not show because I need to look my best for my fianceé!" I shouted at the makeup artist. It was finally time for the long-awaited birthday gala of Mordecai, that rich hunk. I can never get over the regret of choosing Landon over him, I should have been with him. The shock when he was revealed as the new CEO of G-Steel was still in me. I couldn't go back, he hated me already. For years, the regret had eaten me up. Finally, hope smiled on me when his grandfather came to my parents and asked them if I could be his fianceé and marry him before the end of a month. We gladly accepted, I boldly accepted because I knew he wouldn't be able to reject me. Sure his grandfather said that they made a deal, if he could present his fianceé today, then he wouldn't marry me. But if he can't, he's stuck with me. I know Mordecai, he was like a monk and hadn't gotten over me. He loved me to madness

Autumn's standpoint I removed the surgical gloves with a heavy sigh, that was one of my most stressful surgeries. I don't know how the hell a pin got involved in the surgery, but it certainly caused a huge problem for Carter. Hopefully, he will regain consciousness. I threw the gloves on the tray and pulled the surgical mask off too. "Clean him up, and this time, no mistakes." "Yes, doctor." I nodded and walked out while pulling off my surgical gown. I walked out of the theater to the waiting room. Jake and Jasmine stood up immediately, their mother was asleep. "The surgery was successful, but his waking up is not up to me. He'll be under oxygen support until he can regain consciousness. I don't know when he will wake up, but at least it is two weeks." "What if it goes past two weeks?" Jasmine asked fearfully. "We still hope that he wakes up. I will stay with him for a week, then have my team move him over to Washington where I can keep a close eye on him." "Does it mean we will

Andy's standpoint I parked my car in the parking lot, killed the engine, and jumped out. Aaron parked his motorcycle beside my car. He climbed off the bike and took off the helmet. I ran towards the building, heading straight to the reception. Delaney was there pacing around and muttering. "Laney," I called worriedly. She turned to me and sighed with relief. "What is wrong with him? What did Landon do?" "Autumn related, Mordecai didn't take it well and now I am a hundred percent sure he has destroyed his office. You have to check on him, you know no one can get there through the elevator or the stairs. Jaxon is at the staircase leading to his office, the huge security door still requires a passcode and we don't know what it is." "Come on," Aaron, who just joined us, said. Aaron was closer to Mordecai, he would always listen to Aaron's advice. Next was me, before Jaxon. He headed in the direction of the staircase, and I followed behind him with Laney. "Do we have to climb all these

Autumn's standpoint I remained dazed as he breathed into my face, his forehead resting on mine. After our long breathtaking make-out, he placed his forehead on mine and remained that way for minutes, leaving me to catch my breath and ponder senselessly over what happened. His hands remained on my hips where they were when he broke the kiss. My dress had crumpled up, almost exposing my panties. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm, much calmer than mine. I had never been as confused as I was at that moment. I was dumbfounded by everything that happened. Not just because he was one hell of a kisser, but because the kiss was the best one I had ever had and that's saying something because these lips of mine have met a lot of others. Memories of the long makeout replayed in my head. The way his tongue guided mine, the passion that flowed from him to me, the way his hands skillfully kneaded my ass, the way they gripped my hips, and the way our bodies merged as one. Even with our

Chelsea's standpoint I typed on my laptop meticulously, Andy gave me all his paperwork to handle. Luckily, I was almost done retyping the last one on my laptop and getting it ready to print out as official documents. Then I would have to take it to his lawyer myself to stamp the work. It had to do with the legal purchase of rare artwork from his gallery and other stuff. I twisted my neck and cracked my knuckles, exhausted already. "I haven't even checked on Autumn," I mused. I shook it off and continued typing meticulously. My phone vibrated from where it lay beside me. I looked at the phone and furrowed my brows. Andy sent me a message to come online so we could talk about business. I cracked my knuckles before I picked up my phone, turned on my data, and did what my boss said. My little seduction of my boss was going so well. Andy found it more entertaining to walk into walls while staring at me. Or tripping over his feet and making a mess. Andy is just too funny and too nice. Me