Chapter: Chapter 8Victor’s POVShe left with my son, and I stood at the window watching them drive away. I should have felt guilty because he is my son, the only good thing I ever made in this life, the boy I held when he cried and the man I watched grow into someone decent and kind and nothing like me. I should have felt guilty, but instead I felt nothing but hunger.I watched the taillights disappear around the curve at the end of the long driveway. The red glow faded and then there was nothing but darkness and the reflection of my own face in the glass. I did not recognize the man staring back at me.I turned away from the window and walked back to the sitting room. The wine glasses still sat on the table where we left them. Hers was half full because she barely drank, the smart girl knowing she needed to keep her head clear around me. I picked up her glass and held it, thinking about the rim where her lips touched and the warmth that had long since faded, though I imagined I could still feel her th
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Chapter: Chapter 7Iris's POVIt's finally the dreaded Friday. I was standing in front of my closet, staring at the armor I'd carefully selected: high-necked black blouse, long sleeves, trousers that buttoned at the waist instead of anything that flowed or teased, when my phone buzzed on the dresser.A text from Marcus: "So sorry, babe. Deal's going sideways. Dad says go ahead without me, he'll keep you company. I'll be there as soon as I can. Love you."I read the message three times.Dad will keep you company.Those were the exact words I should have run from. The exact moment I should have called Maya, claimed a migraine, done literally anything other than walk into that house alone.Instead, I typed back: No problem. See you when you get here.Then I stood there, heart pounding, and wondered what the hell was wrong with me.I changed anyway. The armor stayed on, and I pulled my hair back in a tight ponytail, scrubbed my face of anything that could be interpreted as effort, and told myself this was f
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Chapter: Chapter 6Iris’s POV The café on Fourth was the kind of place that made you want to be a better person. Exposed brick walls, hanging ferns, mismatched vintage chairs that somehow looked intentional rather than chaotic. The smell of fresh bread and lavender drifted through the air, and every table had a tiny vase with a single white flower.I got there early, claimed a spot by the window, and ordered coffee just to have something to do with my hands. The barista brought it over with a smile, something lavender-infused that Maya would roll her eyes at and then drink half of anyway.I was stirring it absently, watching the foam swirl, when Maya slid into the chair across from me."You look like shit," she announced cheerfully.I laughed at myself. "Thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel special.""I'm serious." She shrugged off her jacket, draped it over the back of her chair, and studied me with those sharp brown eyes that had been seeing through my bullshit since we were sixteen. "You'
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Chapter: Chapter 5Iris's POVI wrote.The words came faster than they had in weeks, pouring out of me like water through a broken dam. My fingers flew across the keyboard, barely keeping pace with the scenes unfolding behind my eyes. A new hero emerged from the haze, darker than Daniel, sharper around the edges. He had dangerous hands and a voice that curled through the heroine like smoke. He didn't ask permission. He took what he wanted and made her beg for more.By noon, I had twelve new pages. By two o'clock, twenty.I saved the file, leaned back in my chair, and stared at the ceiling with my heart hammering against my ribs. The words were good. They were better than good. They were the kind of words that made readers stay up until dawn, the kind that got quoted in reviews with breathless caps lock and too many exclamation points.They were also terrifying.Because the hero's voice sounded exactly like someone I was trying very hard not to think about.My phone rang. Linda's name flashed on the scre
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Chapter: Chapter 4Iris’s POV We ate slowly, trading bites back and forth while our conversation drifted over nothing particularly important, the kind of lazy morning talk that felt like an extension of sleep itself. Every so often he leaned across the small space between us and kissed the corner of my mouth, his tongue flicking out to catch a stray drop of syrup before it could slide down my chin. I leaned into him each time, opening my lips so he could feed me another soft date, feeling the gentle pressure of his thumb as it brushed across my lower lip, lingering just long enough to send a quiet shiver through me. When the plates were finally empty he gathered them without a word, stacked them neatly on the nightstand, and pulled me firmly against his chest. I rested my head there and listened to the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my ear, letting it anchor me for a few more peaceful minutes. “I should probably get dressed,” he murmured after a while, his voice low and reluctant
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Chapter: Chapter 3I woke up with a jolt. The dream had been hazy but vivid enough to leave me throbbing. There were dark eyes watching me, a low magnetic voice murmuring praise against my throat and strong hands sliding up my thighs with slow deliberate purpose. I had arched into the touch in the dream desperately and now the echo of it lingered in every pulse of my clit.I turned my head to see Marcus was still asleep, one arm flung across my waist and his face half buried in the pillow. His breathing was deep and even, the way it always was on mornings when the world let him rest.With Victor back in the city running the empire, Marcus could afford to slack. No five thirty alarms, no urgent emails and no reason to leave this bed for hours.I shifted closer, pressing my breasts against his back, letting my thigh slide between his. He stirred, made a sleepy rumbling sound and rolled toward me without opening his eyes.“Morning,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.“Morning,” I whispered.He cracked one
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