She could never understand rich folks—technically she couldn’t because she wasn’t rich but that wasn’t the point—. How could a hundred thousand dollars be spent on a gold chain that looked like those sold for fifty dollars—she was being generous with the price—. And that was the least outrageous accessory she’d seen this night for such an exorbitant price.She discreetly rolled her eyes—one she’d perfected over countless events like this— as the bidding war went on. Her jaw was on the floor the whole time as the charity auction went on like forever. Well, so was her arm because it was starting to hurt from the tray she’d been carrying for close to two hours now. She yawned and blinked her eyes repeatedly as if it would help with the dizziness she felt. She’d gotten dirty scowls on two different occasions because of tray almost slipped out of her grasp. Would this auction even end anytime soon? As she couldn’t bear it anymore. She withdrew, taking cautious steps to muffle the clic

June’s hand was already sweaty, panic flickering through her when Seth announced that they’d arrived at Rachel’s villa. Seth was Ollie’s P.A. He rarely ever responded and speak only when necessary like now.When she met Rachel at the auction, there weren’t any standards and she didn’t have to impress her. But right now, she was meeting her officially as Ollie’s girlfriend.And she hadn’t exactly made a first good impression. She’d ranted about how badly she was treated as a waiter by the person who hired them. As much as Ollie said it didn’t matter. he’d also told her multiple times about how Rachel had spammed him with calls and texts just so he could bring her over. However, that didn’t ease June’s panic. It climbed higher on the threshold as they got nearer and nearer until up to this point.Ollie turned to face her, taking her face in his palm. June leaned into his touch, sucking in a breath. “You ready?” Was she? “Not exactly, no.” June rolled her tongue over her lower lip,

A week later, June was meeting John at the said hotel. June found it weird that the hotel was deserted, and her eyes darted around in search of signs of life. They were just an old red peacock car and a surprisingly manicured lawn in sight. Before June could change her mind, she made a beeline to the lobby’s entrance. She just wanted to be over it as soon as possible. When she entered, her eyes glanced through the person seated in the corner of the lobby. He wore a fedora. John waved to her from the far end of the lobby. His face was hidden behind a baseball cap, casting a shadow over his features. She hadn’t recognized him at first, her eyes narrowing as she squinted to make out his identity.She sighed with relief and made her way to him. The creak of her footsteps on the grimy floor echoed through the desolate lobby. John’s eyes met hers as she approached, and he smiled croakily, the lines of worry etched on his face evident even in the dim light.“Hey,” she said as she droppe

It always worked. Work had always been a perfect distraction for him anytime he needed to push something aside and not think about it. Until now. Workloads upon workloads. It couldn’t stop the image of June burning the pages of his mind. It haunted him with vividness that made it impossible for him to concentrate. Her anguished voice echoed in his ears, refusing to fade. Her cruel words whipped him like a lash. Her pained face that he wanted to console even after everything.His brain had been on a maddening repetitive loop. We’ve had our fun. Fun?The word taunted him. All he wanted to do was drown thoughts of June out of his mind but everything he’d done proved futile. Seated at his cluttered desk, surrounded by towering stacks of paperwork, but the weight of his workload did little to divert his thoughts. Three days. Twenty hours. And June hadn’t left his mind for a millisecond. Twenty hours of work a day had done little to distract him. June, even in her absence, was a r

Max: Are you busy?Ollie: Yes. Max: See you by 7. At Eden.It wasn’t hard to make out Max in the bar. His blond hair stood out like a beacon in contrast with the subdued ambiance of the bar and his outfit. A black turtle neck with matching trench coat. When he flopped on the chair opposite Max, he said. “This has better be for a good reason or I might just kill you. ” Max leaned back, no words just a raised brow as Ollie’s hand sought for bottle positioned between them. Not caring what it was, he poured himself a generous measure into the glass. It felt dull as it slid down his throat. He’d gotten accustomed to the taste of liquor. They almost tasted like water to him. “Take another swig, you will need it.” Though, Confused at what Max was implying, he took another swig. The burn of the drink a familiar comfort. This was how he kept his sanity. This was how he kept going after June. She ruined him and he couldn’t even hate her for it. He'd accepted June the type of love he co