Anika's P.O.V Why do these chance meetings keep happening? We always seem to run into each other unexpectedly, and it's becoming eerie. The expression on his face clearly shows his annoyance at the stain on his white T-shirt. "Ooh my goodness, I'm genuinely sorry," I apologized, retrieving a handkerchief from my purse slung over my shoulder, attempting to clean his shirt. He grabbed my wrist, forcefully pushing my hand away. "Don't touch me. Are you blind? Seriously, why do you constantly find ways to irritate me? Look at what you've done now. Do you even realize how expensive this shirt is?" His anger was palpable. His words felt like a dagger in my heart as if he was addressing a stranger. The pain was excruciating, but I held back my tears. "I already said I'm sorry," I retorted, my patience wearing thin. "Like an apology can magically restore the shirt you just ruined. You must have a special talent for ruining things," he snapped in frustration. That was the last straw. I

Anika's P.O.V With a groan, I surveyed the cup, realizing just one scoop of ice cream remained. I devoured that final spoonful and placed the cup on the floor, along with the remnants of the other junk I'd consumed. My comfort food had run out, and I had nothing left to stave off my tears. "I can't stand you, Jordan," I muttered to myself. "Why won't you ever listen? Have I hurt you so deeply? I was planning to apologize, even though I knew it wouldn't be enough. Why won't you just give me a chance to explain?" I spoke to myself, my voice laced with emotion as my eyes welled up in tears. The pain was immense. He wasn't the sole sufferer; he needed to grasp that. I had been willing to kneel and plead for his forgiveness. I needed that apology more than he could comprehend, but he drove me away. He ordered me to leave, not even entertaining my words. How evil has he turned out to be? He wasn't the Kelvin I knew. "I despise you, Kelvin, I hate you so much and I never want to see

Anika's P.O.V Kathy noticed me and hurried over, showering me with compliments as I emerged from my car. She donned a black and gold dress with a semi-transparent neckline that elegantly highlighted her curves, leaving her looking stunning. "Wow, you're fantastic!" she exclaimed. "Thank you," I replied with a smile. "You're no slouch yourself," I grinned. "Is this you?" she asked, clearly impressed. "No," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I'll let that slide, but you look stunning tonight," she praised me. "Thanks. Where's everyone?" I inquired impatiently. "They're inside. You're fashionably late, and Mr. Jordan is delivering his speech to the reporters in there," she informed me. "Oops... Well, head in. I'll catch up in the hall later," I told her, and she raised an eyebrow. "Are you certain?" she inquired, and I nodded in affirmation. "Alright, make sure to arrive early because soon enough, it'll be your turn to deliver the speech," she advised before walking away. My heart

Anika's P.O.V I awoke slowly, feeling an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. Letting out a yawn, I sighed, my surroundings leaving me disoriented. Then, reality crashed down upon me, and I gasped audibly as the events of the previous night flooded my memory. What the heck had I done? Kelvin was still asleep, his arms wrapped around my waist as he spooned me from behind. Beneath the sheet that covered us, we lay naked. What on earth did I just do? Cautiously slipping away from Kelvin, I sat up, suppressing the sudden headache that pounded in my head. I pushed aside my tousled hair, tucking it behind my ears. My gaze lingered on Kelvin, who slept soundly, emitting soft snores. His innocent appearance while asleep contrasted sharply with the current situation. Getting to my feet, I collected my scattered clothing from the floor and tiptoed to the bathroom. A quiet change of attire was in order. At the moment, I wasn't prepared to engage with Kelvin, not when things were so awkwa

Anika's P.O.V I sank onto the couch, my hands covering my face as I stifled the urge to let tears escape. I refuse to cry over Kelvin anymore. Who does he think he is, toying with my emotions as if I'm some sort of plaything? I had never understood him since he returned after disappearing for five years. He used to act as if he hated me, avoiding me at all costs. I even begged him at one point, but he slammed the door in my face. And now he was attempting to mend things between us when I had long lost interest in anything to do with him. He was beyond belief. He even claimed he's staying to fight for our love. Right... He was delusional. Maybe he was still intoxicated from last night, the alcohol lingering in his system, clouding his judgment. *** Day one (1) "Mr. Jordan is in your office, he arrived before I did," Kathy rushed to inform me as soon as I entered the company. I halted in my steps and faced her, taken aback. "Why is he here?" I questioned, surprised. "I'm not s