Nathaniel’s POV
I tossed my keys on the console, loosened my tie, and walked into the silence that greeted me as I entered my home . The loft was neat, the kind of clean that felt too neat rather than lived in.
I had all the space in the world, but none of it felt full.
I poured a drink for myself, bourbon, neat, and settled on the edge of the couch. I didn’t bother turning on the TV or music. It would have been noise for Pete's sake.
Instead, I closed my eyes.
And there she was.
Again.
Lillian.
Her voice, her laugh, the way she looked at me like I wasn’t a CEO with everything handed to me, but just a man. A complicated, imperfect man she didn’t trust.
And that night...
God.
I remembered how she had fit against me, like she belonged there. The softness of her body, her scent, something sweet and wild.
The sounds she made when I finally gave her what she wanted, how she whispered “do it” in my ears like it meant something more.
My grip on the glass tightened.
I wasn’t supposed to t
