MidReal Story

Breaking My Walls

Anonymous

Scenario:I’ve spent my life building walls—quiet, organized, and controlled. As an executive at a Manhattan empire, I’ve managed to keep things neat and simple. But everything changes the day I’m promoted to work directly under Jacob Carrero, the infamous playboy billionaire. He’s the complete opposite of everything I’ve ever known. Compulsive, confident, and careless with relationships. The kind of man who thrives on casual sex, and has a reputation for charming everyone but never staying. And yet, despite my every instinct to keep him at arm’s length, there’s something about him that chips away at my ice-cold exterior. I’ve spent years convincing myself that love is a risk I can’t afford to take. But why does he make me want to throw caution to the wind?

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I’ve spent my life building walls—quiet, organized, and controlled. As an executive at a Manhattan empire, I’ve managed to keep things neat and simple. But everything changes the day I’m promoted to work directly under Jacob Carrero, the infamous playboy billionaire. He’s the complete opposite of everything I’ve ever known. Compulsive, confident, and careless with relationships. The kind of man who thrives on casual sex, and has a reputation for charming everyone but never staying. And yet, despite my every instinct to keep him at arm’s length, there’s something about him that chips away at my ice-cold exterior. I’ve spent years convincing myself that love is a risk I can’t afford to take. But why does he make me want to throw caution to the wind?

Taylor Bennett

executive, relationships with Jacob and colleagues, professional attire, analytical and reserved.

Jacob Carrero

billionaire playboy, relationship with Taylor and multiple casual partners, stylish and charismatic.

Lana Delaney

Taylor's best friend and confidante at work.

I was having a good day, at least that’s what I thought anyway.

I got up early, worked out, and headed to work with more than enough time to spare.

I was at my desk before 8:00 AM, going over the numbers from the previous night when my boss asked me to come to his office.

I walked into his office, expecting the previous owner of the company, Mr. Johnson.

Instead, I found a man sitting behind the large mahogany desk, looking over some papers.

He didn’t even look up when I walked in; he just said, "Taylor, come here for a minute."

My first thought was this was a bad day.

Not because I was in trouble but because my new boss seemed to be a complete ass.

Walking over to his side of the desk, I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked or how well he fit behind my old boss’s desk.

He was wearing a black suit with an ice blue shirt open at the neck with a silver ascot hanging down; even his shoes were ice blue.

I stood by his desk, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other.

I was waiting for him to say something, but he was still looking over the papers in front of him.

The comment slipped out before I could stop myself.

"You’re not Mr. Johnson."

He finally looked up at me with steel-gray eyes that seemed to bore into my soul.

He leaned back in his leather chair, a slow smile spreading across his face as he loosened his ascot.

"You like what you see?"

I gripped my tablet tighter in my hands, trying to keep my professional composure.

"I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to offend you."

I started to turn away from him when he spoke up.

"Taylor, is it?"

"Yes, Mr. Carrero," I replied, still facing away from him.

"It’s Jacob," he said, getting up from his chair and walking around the desk toward me. The scent of his cologne hit me as he walked up to me.

It smelled so good that I almost wanted to reach out and grab him.

"Taylor, I need you to know something," Jacob said, his voice low and serious.

I turned back to face him, curiosity piqued.

"The numbers you were reviewing this morning—there's a discrepancy that could change everything for the company."

I stood rooted to the spot as he walked over to his sleek monitor and pulled up the financial reports.

He turned it so we could both see, his shoulder brushing against mine as he leaned in.

His cologne hit me again, this time stronger.

He pointed out a series of transactions that didn’t add up from our Hong Kong office.

The numbers were jumbled up through multiple accounts, but I could see there was a discrepancy of $2.3 million.

It was hidden so well that you had to be looking for it to notice it.

I pulled my laptop closer to cross-reference the data when my hand brushed against Jacob’s as he reached for the mouse.

I quickly pulled my hand away, feeling like a teenager who got caught making out with her boyfriend in the backseat of his car.

Jacob chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving the screen.

"Don't worry, Taylor; I won't bite."

I cleared my throat, trying to focus on the numbers instead of the warmth of his presence.