chapter 5:Rooftop

I arrived at the rooftop bar at 5 pm sharp, my heart racing with anticipation. The bar was located on the top floor of a sleek, modern skyscraper, and the views of the city were breathtaking.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I spotted Ethan standing by the bar, sipping a drink. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his eyes gleaming with intensity as he scanned the room.

Our eyes met, and he smiled, his face lighting up with warmth. "Camila, thanks for coming," he said, walking towards me.

I smiled back, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Of course, Ethan. What's this about?"

Ethan gestured to the bartender, who handed him a drink. "Let's grab a table and talk," he said, leading me to a secluded corner of the bar.

As we sat down, Ethan leaned in, his eyes locked on mine. "I wanted to talk to you about the project," he said, his voice low and urgent. "I think you're the perfect person to lead it, Camila. But I need to know that you're committed."

I felt a surge of excitement at the prospect of leading the project. "I'm definitely interested, Ethan," I said, trying to sound calm. "But I need to know more about what's involved."

Ethan nodded, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "I'll tell you everything," he said. "But first, I need to ask you something."

I leaned in, my heart racing with anticipation. "What is it?"

Ethan's eyes locked on mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Are you available to travel, Camila?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "I need someone who can be flexible, who can travel at a moment's notice."

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. But then I nodded, my heart racing with excitement. "Yes, I'm available," I said, trying to sound calm.

Ethan's face lit up with a smile, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'll send you the details of the project tomorrow. But for now, let's just enjoy the view."

As we sat there, sipping our drinks and gazing out at the breathtaking view, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. What did the future hold for me and Ethan? And what secrets was he hiding behind those piercing blue eyes?

As we sat there, the tension between us was palpable. I couldn't help but feel drawn to Ethan, despite the fact that I barely knew him.

As we chatted, I found myself opening up to him in ways that I never thought possible. He was easy to talk to, and he seemed to genuinely care about what I had to say.

But despite the ease with which we conversed, I couldn't shake the feeling that Ethan was hiding something from me. There was a depth to his eyes that I couldn't quite read, a sense of secrets kept hidden.

As the evening wore on, Ethan glanced at his watch and stood up. "I'm afraid I have to go," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I'll be in touch soon, Camila. Very soon."

I nodded, feeling a pang of disappointment that the evening was coming to an end. As Ethan turned to leave, I called out to him.

"Ethan, wait!"

He turned back to me, his eyes questioning. "Yes?"

I hesitated, unsure of how to phrase my question. "What's going on between you and Sophia?" I asked finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Sophia and I are...complicated," he said, his voice tight with tension. "Let's just leave it at that, shall we?"

I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. I had clearly touched a nerve, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to deal with the fallout.

As Ethan turned and walked away, I couldn't help but wonder what secrets he was hiding. Ahhh.... Why the fuck am I even concerned it's non of my business anyways, yh, Camilla Scott come back to ur senses whatever secrets his hiding is clearly non of ur business, just focus Camilla, I wispered to myself before taking a sip from the wine on the table.

I sat on the rooftop for a while feeling a mix of emotions. I still couldn't bring myself to stop thinking about Ethan and what he was hiding,I was intrigued by the complexity of Ethan's relationship with Sophia, but I was also wary of getting too close to a situation that seemed fraught with tension.

As I turned to leave, I noticed a piece of paper on the table where Ethan had been sitting. I walked over to check and saw that it was a receipt from a local jewelry store.

But what caught my eye was the note scribbled on the back of the receipt: "Meet me at the usual place at midnight. -S"

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized that the note was from Sophia. And that Ethan was apparently still in contact with her, despite their complicated past.

I wondered what was going on between them, and whether I had stumbled into something much bigger than I had initially thought.

As I stood there, lost in thought, I heard a voice behind me.

"Camila, are you okay?"

I turned to see Rachel, Ethan's assistant, standing behind me with a concerned expression.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, trying to brush off my concerns. "Just a little...overwhelmed."

Rachel nodded sympathetically. "I know how you feel," she said. "Ethan can be a bit...much to handle sometimes."

I smiled, feeling a sense of solidarity with Rachel. "Yeah, I'm starting to realize that," I said.

Rachel leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Just be careful around him, okay? He's not always what he seems."

I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. What did Rachel mean?