She was a gorgeous woman working at the Seymour Group, a big media company.
She cared more about her makeup than her meetings with bosses. Even though she followed orders, she dreamed big about moving up in her career, aiming to be more than just a local TV anchor.
Her main goal was to have her own show and prove herself. One day, she got stuck in an elevator with the boss of the Seymour Group. She saw this as a chance to impress him. To her surprise, the boss, who seemed arrogant at first, knew her already.
His playful talk made her wonder if he was just killing time or trying to get closer to her. Little did she know, this meeting would change her life. They not only worked together but also formed a deeper connection that went beyond work.
Note: This is a new romance story for you. Other stories are all filed to our romance novel collection page. Brystin POV Where are you? Are you trying to mess this up? I quickly read the message without moving too much because Shiloh is currently applying my eye shadow. “Elvis?” Shiloh asks with her usual…
My stomach drops. “I’m receiving one of those local awards.” I turn to mirror him, sighing as I p**ss my back into the wall behind me. I don’t know if I’m more disappointed about potentially missing my moment in the sun or about Hadrian Seymour not knowing who I am. But why would he know…
I laugh politely and plan to introduce Elvis, but that also turns out to be unnecessary. “Elvis Endlich. It’s been a while. You’re producing New Jersey Now? I should have guessed. Your hand shows in the work.” I’m jealous as the two sl*p into easy banter, and I’m sidelined, but I remind myself that Elvis’s…
“And her husband.” When he offers a hand to Hadrian, he wr*ps his free arm around me, with an air of possessiveness. It’s odd coming from him. He was the one who decided we didn’t need to wear rings. I’m usually the one who’s grabbing for his hand, eager to show people he’s mine. Whether…
I think it was the dress. Elvis speaks at the same time. “It was the dress.” I look up at him, recognizing that heat layered in his tone. It doesn’t ignite the same fire as a shocking come-on from a rich, hot, powerful man, but we’ve been together awhile. The way he looks at me…
Carol steps out of the way so that the man can go past her. “Glad to hear it. Alejandro will take your bags to your room. Would you like to go there first and freshen up, or would you like me to orient you to the grounds?” I look at Elvis who is still holding…
He laughs at me. “You speak off the cuff every afternoon on television with more than half a million viewers a week, but you have to practice how to say it’s nice to meet you.” “Because, obviously, I can’t just say nice to meet you. It has to be witty and charming and smart. Definitely…
I spent the rest of the afternoon at Jessa’s side. We joined Elvis, Joe, and Arman for dinner. The bunnies, it seemed, weren’t invited to the dining table. But after the meal, Elvis disappeared for “man time,” which I was sure was a euphemism, and so I spent the rest of the evening checking out…
Problem is, none of it is familiar. With a sigh, I pull my phone out of my pocket and do the thing I’ve been procrastinating for the last half hour—text Elvis. I think I’m lost. I watch my screen. Fortunately, the signal is good out here, and my text seems to have gone through, but…
I don’t know what to do with Hadrian’s attempts to be cute, other than ignore them. “I can’t. What will you do? I’m not leaving you to walk three miles.” He looks at me like I’ve said something insane. “I’m not suggesting I walk three miles.” “Good.” “I’m riding the horse along with you.” “Oh,…