“You are hiding something. We know that. Either it’s related to Adonis. The man you met a few days back or it’s related to Elijah, Justin’s friend, who you seem to know. Whatever it is. We don’t want to pry into your life, Eve. But please remember. We are your friends, and we want to let you know that we will always be there by your side no matter what you decide.” Ashley was holding my hand, sitting at the edge of the bed. Hooking her thumbs in her shorts pockets, Aniya was standing looking at us. Justin was leaning against the doorframe listening to his wife but didn’t comment. To avoid Adonis, I had decided to stay here but my friends knew there was something, I was not letting them know. Justin cleared his throat, “By any chance… Is any of these men trying to stalk you or bully you?” Justin asked me sincerely. I shook my head quietly trying to control the tears that were at the brink of my eyes. How to tell my friends that Elijah and Adonis were the names of the same man? No,

Aniya’s pov Owning a cleaning company certainly comes with its own set of challenges. Customers may have high expectations and demands, while employees may have their own concerns and issues. It's important to establish rules and guidelines to ensure that everyone is on the same page and that the business runs smoothly. As an owner of the cleaning company, I implemented a rule that was supposed to provide the employees with a 10% commission, based on the amount of revenue generated from my clients. This was a common practice in sales-based industries, where employees were incentivized to generate more business and increase revenue. My mantra was, offering a commission can motivate employees to work harder and provide better service to clients in order to earn more money. It can also help to increase employee loyalty and reduce turnover, as employees feel valued and appreciated for their contributions to the company's success. “I am supposed to get the commission of cleaning Mr. Be

Eve’s pov As we stood in the kitchen, I reached up and lightly touched his lips, causing him to gulp down nervously. He hadn't been expecting the sudden contact, but he couldn't help the warmth that spread through his eyes at my touch. Slowly, his arms came around my waist, pulling me closer to him. "I missed you," he whispered, his voice low and filled with longing. "I missed us, Eve." My heart swelled at his words, and I knew what he was talking about. Because I felt the same way. "I missed us too," I replied softly, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. For a moment, we just stood there, lost in each other's embrace. The warmth of his body against mine felt like home, and I knew that I never wanted to let him go. "Can we start again?" he asked suddenly, his voice hesitant but filled with hope. I looked up at him, my eyes meeting his. I could see the vulnerability there, the fear of rejection. But I knew that I couldn't deny him this. Not when I felt the same way. It migh

As soon as the car came to a halt, I jumped out without waiting for Justin or any of my friends. "The club casualties..." I began to say, but the receptionist interrupted me, gesturing towards a counter on the right. "Ma'am, you can get all the information you need from there. The patients have been moved to that ward," she said in a professional tone. I made my way to the small waiting area of the hospital, where a young doctor was calling out injured people’s names along with the ward numbers while panicked people were gathering around him. "Sir!" I tried to scream over the chaos, but my voice was drowned out. Unable to stand still, I rushed down the hallway to the said wards. Adonis! Please don't you dare die on me! Don’t you fu*cing die, Adonis. If you do, I'll kill you myself! I swear I will kill you! I sobbed without realizing it, tears streaming down my face. I kept looking for him on every bed, in every ward but he was nowhere. I wanted Justin to take me to the club, bu

Evelyne’s pov: (One Year Later) “Just shut up and tell me how do I look,” I rolled my eyes at my giggling friends who were busy teasing me about the hickey Adonis left on my neck. “You girls are impossible,” I complained, “Here your friend is trying wedding gowns and all you two seem to discuss is a damn hickey? Tsk!” I clicked my tongue inside my cheek and tried to fix my gown around my heavy boo*bs. “Ok,” Ashley placed the coffee cup down on the nearby coffee desk and stood up, “You look gorgeous, love.” I frowned at her in the mirror trying to assess her face if she was serious this time. Today, I was here to finalize a wedding gown. And yes. I also made the mistake to bring my friends. “It’s not a joke. I swear.” Aniya came behind me and leaned her chin on my shoulder, “You look lovely.” She said looking into my eyes through the mirror. “Let’s complete the look with this veil,” Ashley walked to me and placed the white net piece on my head. “Hmm,” she leaned her chin on my o