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&quot;Not only are you demanding, but also narcissistic and delusional, darling,&quot; he retorted, taking a step closer to me, his presence a mixture of magnetism and intrigue.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t call me that.&quot; My response was sharp, <br /> &quot;What shouldn&#039;t I call you, darling?&quot; The word rolled off his tongue, dripping with a deliberate playfulness that both irritated and exhilarated me.<br /> &quot;The word darling is used as an affectionate form of address to a beloved person. Which I am not, sir, so drop it.&quot; <br /> A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he took another step closer, The proximity sent a rush of heat through me, my heartbeat quickening in response.<br /> &quot;Is it?&quot; He leaned in slightly, clouding my rational thoughts. &quot;What if I find the term fitting, darling?&quot;<br /> ————————<br /> Allyssa&#039;POV<br /> Navigating the chaotic tide of emergency medicine had become a way of life for us, medical residents in the bustling ER. The realm of the extraordinary, the bizarre, and the downright absurd had become our daily norm.<br /> This particular week, however, was truly extraordinary – even by our standards.<br /> The tale of the inebriated racist, who had sprinted through the ER in a wild display of vulgarities, eventually apprehended by two bemused male nurses.<br /> &quot;Time to head home, Harper. Your twenty-fifth birthday is tomorrow. I&#039;ll see you next week,&quot; Lisa, a fellow colleague, advised as I punched out after yet another grueling night shift.<br /> &quot;Exhausted is just a state of mind, Lisa. Perfection is my perpetual state,&quot; I quipped, flashing her an award-winning smile that elicited a delighted giggle in response.<br /> &quot;See you on Wednesday. Try not to miss me, Lisa. I know it&#039;ll be a struggle,&quot; I teased, sashaying toward the exit, my steps an impromptu dance of liberation.<br /> While medical residents endured demanding schedules, we in the emergency wing enjoyed a somewhat better deal. A mix of eight and twelve-hour shifts interspersed with mandated days off and four / five-day stretches of respite annually – the rhythm suited me just fine.<br /> ...<br /> Leaving the hospital behind, I slipped into my car, my attention snagged by the group chat notifications on my phone.<br /> WHO ATE MY ICE CREAM? CONFESS BEFORE I UNLEASH MY WRATH UPON YOU. YOU KNOW I&#039;M DEAD SERIOUS – Hannah<br /> I did. – Ava<br /> Care to elucidate this crime, Ava? – Hannah<br /> I&#039;m outta here, bye! – Akira<br /> was famished, plus my period just started, Hannah. Show a little empathy, darling. – Ava<br /> My loves, let&#039;s try to relax– Ambi<br /> But it&#039;s a matter of principle! Allyssa, back me up. – Hannah<br /> She&#039;s at work, Hannah, not much backup to offer from there – Ambi<br /> We&#039;ll settle this later, preferably under our roof – Hannah<br /> ... – Hannah<br /> A tender smile touched my lips as I finished scrolling through their exchanges. <br /> ...<br /> I restarted the car and embarked on a brief grocery run, acquiring an assortment of Häagen-Dazs pints and other essentials.<br /> Eventually, I pulled into the residential parking lot, my home away from home. Killing the engine, I gathered my belongings from the backseat, a longing for a hot bath gnawing at my senses.<br /> Navigating through the revolving doors, my hands were occupied with a personal bag and grocery sacks. My attention split between my phone and my surroundings, resulting in an undignified collision with a wall.<br /> Embarrassment coloured my cheeks. The day&#039;s escapades might have been bizarre, but my knack for graceful entrances evidently remained consistent.<br /> The collision had thrust me into an encounter that defied all expectations. A wall that was decidedly warm and exuded an intoxicating aroma of leather, whiskey, and spice. I struggled to regain my focus, the disarray of spilt groceries and my own scattered thoughts mirrored in my surroundings.<br /> &quot;Apologies,&quot; I uttered, my gaze still averted, my hands moving to collect the remnants of my toppled shopping.<br /> Finally, I dared to raise my eyes, and the sight that met me was nothing short of a masterpiece. <br /> A tousled yet perfectly groomed cascade of dark brown curls crowned a frame that radiated both muscularity and lean grace. This man was a living embodiment of a sculpture, a museum masterpiece brought to life.<br /> A bizarre urge to ruffle his hair, a gesture one would offer to a child, briefly flitted through my mind before I reined in my wandering thoughts. I needed to focus, to steady my racing heart.<br /> Yet, beneath the surface of his captivating appearance, I sensed an aura of power that whispered a stark warning. A power that could annihilate worlds, its calm exterior belying the storm within.<br /> My internal monologue barely kept pace with the rapid cascade of realizations. His familiarity, an elusive memory, nagged at my mind. Then it struck me like a lightning bolt – William Henderson, the multi-billionaire, adorned every major business publication and his name echoed through the corridors of wealth and influence.<br /> I wished fervently for the ground to open and swallow me whole. The weight of the moment pressed upon me, making it difficult to breathe. I needed to gather my scattered wit.<br /> Beside him stood four equally formidable men, each bearing the mark of power and success. Noah Scott, heir to the &quot;Scott diamonds&quot;, a name that is synonymous with jewellery excellence spanning generations. <br /> Alexander Kishimoto, the mastermind behind &quot;Jen and Kishimoto&quot;, is the world&#039;s most expensive stock. <br /> Christian Knight, the CEO of &quot;Knight and Co&quot;, his company is a leading global financial services firm with assets of $2.6 trillion and operations worldwide. With a rich history spanning over 40 years.<br /> And lastly, Mr. Hernandez needed no introduction, the man was a titan in every industry.<br /> &quot;Are you okay, miss harper?&quot; Mr Hernandez asks as I finally get off the floor.<br /> &quot;Yes, I am&quot;<br /> &quot;Good because you&#039;re in my way, Miss Harper&quot; William&#039;s voice made me slightly dizzy. I needed to sit down, to find my equilibrium.<br /> &quot;I know. I&#039;m so sorry, I&#039;ve just had a long day and –&quot; My words faltered, out of sync with my thoughts, as I struggled to articulate myself.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t care, move,&quot; he asserted, his tone aloof as he stowed his phone away, an air of detachment cloaking him.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t you think we are equally at fault here? We bumped into each other because we were both lost in our phones. I think it&#039;s only fair for both of us to apologize, wouldn&#039;t you agree, sir?&quot; I narrowed my eyes, straightening my posture to assert a semblance of confidence. My voice wavered slightly, but I held my ground.<br /> &quot;I don&#039;t agree, and I won&#039;t apologize. Move,&quot; his voice dripped with iciness as he stepped closer, the heat of his presence radiating against my skin. He was standing directly in front of the elevator doors, his demeanour a chilling blend of arrogance and indifference.<br /> No,&quot; I scowled back, a surge of defiance coursing through me. I took a step forward, invading his personal space, a gesture as audacious as it was impulsive.<br /> &quot;Apologize for bumping into me, and I&#039;ll step aside. Unless you&#039;d rather resort to shoving a woman? Or perhaps I should provide the press with a scoop about how a vulnerable woman was nearly harassed by a billionaire in the elevator of one of the continent&#039;s most prestigious residential apartments?&quot; My words spilt out, hoarser than intended, my bravado overriding my better judgment. He narrows his eyes, clenches his jaw, and takes a step closer until he&#039;s towering over me.<br /> We hold each other&#039;s eyes neither one of us blinking. A palpable tension hung in the air, thick with unspoken challenges and silent confrontations. I had just issued a veiled threat to five of the world&#039;s most influential men, including my own landlord. A chill ran down my spine, and I braced myself for the repercussions.<br /> But then, an unexpected intervention disrupted the standoff. &quot;Miss Harper,&quot; Mr Kishimoto&#039;s soothing voice broke through, a smile tugging at his lips as he diffused the tension. &quot;Allow me to apologize on his behalf. He&#039;s had a trying day, and he regrets the collision. It was a mutual oversight.&quot;<br /> His charm flowed like a balm, a touch of warmth amid the chilly currents. The tension ebbed slightly, and I let out a resigned sigh, a weary smile gracing my lips.<br /> &quot;We all have trying days it doesn&#039;t entitle us to be foolish to people, okay?&quot;, I aim my comment at everyone including myself.<br /> &quot;Nevertheless, apology accepted.&quot; I sigh and smile stepping out of their way and letting them all out of the elevator, and step in with my bag and groceries.<br /> Our hands touched<br /> &quot;Mr Hernandez, Mr Scott, Mr Knight, Mr Kishimoto and finally Mr Henderson. I can&#039;t say it&#039;s been pleasure gentlemen, goodnight.&quot;, I say with the last shred of confidence and strength I have in my voice as I step into the elevator.<br /> I hit my floor number into my elevator making the doors shut and leaving me with an image of William Henderson smirking and rolling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. I sigh and lean into the wall.<br /> The elevator doors released me from their embrace with a gentle ding. Stepping out, I reached into my bag, fingers navigating the familiar contours until my key card was in hand. Swiping it smoothly, I crossed the threshold into the haven I called home, the comforting scent of familiarity enveloping me.<br /> &quot;Hey, I&#039;m home,&quot; I announced, my voice a tired but genuine echo. The lilt of voices led me to the heart of our sanctuary – the bustling kitchen. Amidst the friendly cacophony, my closest friends were engaged in a spirited debate, their laughter and banter filling the air.<br /> The conversation veered into my upcoming twenty-fifth birthday, a surprise they had meticulously orchestrated. <br /> My stern facade cracked, giving way to a playful plea. &quot;Just promise me, before we dive into luxury, we&#039;ll sound the financial alarm. Our collective debt should remain a tale whispered in shadows.&quot;<br /> Perched on the couch, the night unfurled before us like a tapestry of shared moments. Our laughter melded with the melodies of the television, and the hours slipped away, a testament to the strength of our bonds.<br /> Huddled on the couch, vampire diaries played out on screen, punctuated by Ava&#039;s vivid imagination. Her musings danced between outrageous and hilarious, eliciting both fits of giggles and good-natured eye rolls.<br /> …<br /> Footsteps approached my bed, and a hand began drawing comforting circles on my back. &quot;Allyssa, wake up, my love,&quot; Ambi&#039;s gentle whisper tickled my ear. Slowly, I peeled my eyes open, greeted by the sight of my best friends kneeling around my bed, holding an ice cream cake adorned with a solitary blue-lit candle.<br /> &quot;Happy birthday to you,&quot; they began singing in harmonious unison. A silly grin broke across my face as I sat up. &quot;Happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear llyssa, happy birthday to youuuuuuuu,&quot; Ava&#039;s final note held an extra burst of energy.<br /> &quot;Make a wish, babe!&quot; Akira&#039;s cheerful voice resonated from her phone screen, her expression radiating pure joy.<br /> With closed eyes, I made a silent wish, one for a future brimming with happiness, health, and success for all of us, and, well, a partner to share it all with. As I blew out the candle, my eyes flickered open.<br /> &quot;What did you wish for, babe?&quot; Hannah inquired, offering me a glass of water along with a couple of aspirin. My savior.<br /> &quot;I&#039;d have to kill you if I told you. Thanks,&quot; I replied after swallowing the pill, my gaze shifting between them.<br /> &quot;Where&#039;s the fun in that, Harper?&quot; Ambi playfully pouted as she began slicing the cake, presenting me with a delectable piece. My mouth watered at the mere sight.<br /> &quot;<br /> &quot;TMI, Ava. And to answer your curiosity, Allyssa is simply waiting for the right time and person, right, llyssa?&quot; Hannah interjected, a hint of mockery lacing her words.<br /> &quot;Ease up, you two. That&#039;s enough. Out, everyone. I&#039;m sure llyssa wants to freshen up, and it&#039;s our turn to run errands,&quot; Ambi intervened, coming to my rescue. She ushered Hannah and Ava to their feet amidst their good-natured bickering.<br /> &quot;Thanks, Ambi. I replied, <br /> As I guided them toward the bedroom door, their playful banter continued. They exited with one final exchange of words, leaving me to head toward the shower, embarking on my first day as a twenty-five-year-old.<br /> …<br /> Another Dinner, we had a conversation. &quot;Did you guys hear? allegedly our landlord is a mafia boss in Italy and uses his businesses here as a way of money laundering&quot;, Ava says lowering her voice. We were currently eating dessert and preparing to pay the expensive bill I presumed it was.<br /> For the sake of their jobs, they stopped writing about him completely unless it involved him doing something positive with his legal business.<br /> &quot;Will you shut up before you get us in trouble?&quot;, Hannah scolds her. People went missing for saying such things about him, she was probably worried someone would hear Ava and might take her.<br /> Although if someone kidnapped Ava. I&#039;m sure she&#039;d bully them into returning her.<br /> &quot;No, let&#039;s actually talk about it though&quot;. Ambi says lowering her voice and encouraging Ava to rant about the mafia.<br /> &quot;I need to use the restroom guys I&#039;ll be right back&quot;, I say getting up and leaving Hannah trying to shush Ambi and Ava and walking up to a waitress who helps me find the restroom.<br /> I retreated to the restroom, taking a few moments to freshen up and collect my thoughts. After adjusting my makeup and my appearance, I stepped back out, only to collide with someone, their presence familiar even before my eyes met theirs. His scent reached me first, a heady combination of mystery and familiarity.<br /> &quot;I apologize, that was entirely my—&quot;<br /> &quot;—You!&quot; I exclaimed, my surprise cutting off my apology mid-sentence. It was him, the foolish from the elevator.<br /> He paused, his gaze locking onto mine. &quot;You,&quot; he replied, his voice holding a touch of wonder that mirrored the bewilderment in my own.<br /> &quot;Are you stalking me?&quot; The incredulity in my voice was hard to ignore. The mere statistical probability of running into the same person twice in less than 36 hours was slim, to say the least. Yet, here he was, defying all logic.<br /> He chuckled softly, a sound that sent a shiver down my spine. &quot;Not only are you demanding, but also narcissistic and delusional, darling,&quot; he retorted, taking a step closer to me, his presence a mixture of magnetism and intrigue.<br /> &quot;Don&#039;t call me that.&quot; My response was sharp, my eyes narrowing at his audacity.<br /> &quot;What shouldn&#039;t I call you, darling?&quot; The word rolled off his tongue, dripping with a deliberate playfulness that both irritated and exhilarated me.<br /> &quot;The word darling is used as an affectionate form of address to a beloved person. Which I am not, sir, so drop it.&quot; My retort was laced with a challenge, a silent dare for him to push further.<br /> A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he took another step closer, effectively trapping me against the cool marble wall. The proximity sent a rush of heat through me, my heartbeat quickening in response.<br /> &quot;Is it?&quot; He leaned in slightly, the scent of leather and spice enveloping me, clouding my rational thoughts. &quot;What if I find the term fitting, darling?&quot;<br /> My breath caught in my throat as his fingers brushed against my skin, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. The sensation was electrifying, every nerve ending coming alive at his touch.<br /> We stood like that, locked in a silent battle of wills, the intensity of our gazes conveying more than words ever could. His presence overwhelmed me, a heady mixture of danger and allure, making it difficult to think clearly.<br /> I don&#039;t even know this man, why am I letting him do this?<br /> And then, as abruptly as he had closed the distance, he pulled back, a self-assured smirk playing on his lips. I had been backed against the wall, both literally and metaphorically, my heart pounding in my chest.<br /> &quot;Goodnight, darling.&quot; His voice was a velvety murmur, dripping with an undercurrent of promises and secrets. With that sadistic smile still lingering on his lips, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing against the wall, my thoughts in a whirlwind.<br /> I catch my breath and walk back to our table, I catch a glimpse of him across the room with an older man and a younger woman I can&#039;t make them out.<br /> &quot;Hey, are you alright you like you&#039;ve seen a ghost?&quot;, Ambi asks running a soothing hand on my arm as I take my seat.<br /> &quot;Yeah! I am my social battery is kinda low I think I want to go home is that alright?&quot; I force a smile onto my face<br /> &quot;Yes of course, why didn&#039;t you just say that you do not have to worry about the bill because someone already paid it&quot;, Ava says doing her little dance. that foolish <br /> &quot;By who? &quot; I ask<br /> &quot;They didn&#039;t tell us but a win is a win, let&#039;s take it, &quot; Hannah says finishing her drink.<br /> I finish my dessert and we start to get up and make our way to the exit. Curiosity gets the best of me and I look over to the table where William was seated but it&#039;s empty.<br /> I feel something I can&#039;t describe.

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