LOGINWork had gone incredibly well so far these past days. Returning to my office routine had been wonderful. Megan and Casey packed up their things, stopping by my desk one last time. "We're heading out now, Amelia. Don't stay here too long," Megan warned with a playful grin. "I won't," I chuckled. "I'm just going to finish this last report." "Bye..." Casey waved. They left before me, joining the other employees who were already moving toward the elevators. I had decided to add a little more minutes to my time, wanting to tie up every single loose end so that the next morning would be a completely fresh start. The office grew quieter. After a while, when I was finally satisfied with my progress, I shut down my computer, packed my personal stuff into my bag and stood up. I walked out of the department, offering a brief, polite goodbye to the very few colleagues remaining who I passed by on my way out. I stepped out of the main building, ready to walk toward the parking l
The following Monday morning, I stepped into the office building. It really felt good to be back. While walking to my office space, I received warm welcome from my colleagues. Voices called out from different workstations with genuine smiles. The moment I got to my desk Casey and Megan were the rushed over to me with their faces lighting up the second they saw me setting my bag down. "Amelia! You're finally back from your leave!" Megan exclaimed, leaning against the divider of my desk. "The place has been completely chaotic without you." "Seriously," Casey added, offering a bright smile. "We were starting to wonder if you were ever coming back to us. How are you feeling? Are you ready to dive back into office life?" "I am more than ready," I said with a genuine smile breaking across my face. As I exchanged a few more light pleasantries with them, relief settled in my chest because fom the casual nature of their questions, it was obvious that they were completely obliviou
AMELIA I remained curled against Adrian's side. The conversation we'd just had had been emotionally exhausting but healing too. Because now that everything was finally out in the open, the tension that had hung between us for days was gone and I finally had my Adrian back. His fingers lazily stroked my arm as silence settled around us. Then he shifted beside me, moving away to step off the bed. "Give me a second." He walked over where he had dropped his phone earlier, picked it up and walked straight back to the bed. He settled close to my side again. "I want to show you something," he said quietly, unlocking the screen. " I wanted to show you the pictures of them so you can see they are truly behind bars." He scrolled through his device for a short moment before turning the screen toward me. On the display were two separate mugshots. I immediately recognized the first photo, it was the face of the man who had come to the house. But then, Adrian swiped his thumb across
ADRIAN I didn't answer her immediately. I couldn't. I just stood there at the door, staring at her while my own heart broke. For the past two weeks, I had been forced to deal with the reality that she had been targeted because of me. I haven't really been myself ever since confirming Ryker Damon’s motives. The absolute last thing I ever wanted in this world was to see her get hurt, yet it seemed like my presence in her life had put a target on her back. When I look at her, I remembered the terrifying possibility that I could have lost her. And no matter how much I tried to reason through it and tell myself that Ryker was responsible, I couldn't stop thinking the same thing. She got hurt because of me. The silence stretched between us and she took a step forward. "Answer me, Adrian," she demanded as tears shimmered in her eyes. When I still couldn't find my voice, she asked again, louder this time. "Are you breaking up with me?" She stood there looking at me as though
I stood there staring at Adrian while he remained by the door, his hand still hovering near the handle. "Why are you being so distant from me, Adrian?" I asked after a few seconds. With that, he turned to me. "For the past weeks, you've been acting like an absolute stranger. Why are you doing that now?" His eyes briefly darted away toward the floor before he brought his gaze back up to face me. His expression was unreadable. "I don't know what you're talking about." "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about," I countered, shaking my head as the frustration bubbled up again. "You wouldn't look at me for more than a few seconds. You wouldn't talk to me for long. It’s as if the mere sight of me repulses you." Immediately, his head snapped up. "That's not true." "Well... I don't know what else to think, Adrian," I said. "All of that is not true," he sighed, his tone dropping low. "You suffered a head injury. The doctor explicitly ordered rest. I was giving you the s
It was Saturday night and I was feeling excited. Earlier in the week, the doctor had officially cleared me to return to normal activities, which meant I was finally resuming work on Monday. I had spent the last hour on my laptop, organizing my calendar, sorting through backed-up emails and getting my mind back into a professional headspace. Feeling satisfied, I shut down the laptop and closed it. Adrian had just walked into the bedroom from his study few minutes ago. He didn't immediately look at me. Instead, he went straight to the dresser in the corner, picking up a small tray. On it was a bottle of water and a glass. He walked over to the nightstand, carefully setting the tray down, before moving to adjust room temperature. It was the same routine he had performed every single night while I was recovering. It would have been really sweet if it didn't come with the other thing. The emotional distance. I watched him as he adjusted the room temperature. The care in hi
I stared at the screen.For a moment I actually considered typing back. 'How did you get my number?' But then I shook my head. Of course he had my number.Someone like Adrian Langford could probably get anyone’s number if he wanted. Still… he could have at least pretended to ask first. I slipped th
I gave him a small smile. For a moment he just stood there looking at me, his eyes still fixed on my face as though he had forgotten what he was supposed to say next. "You look beautiful, Amelia," he said again. "Thank you," I replied. "You look good yourself. He actually did look good... li
When I got to the house, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind me.I kicked off my shoes near the entrance before heading straight to my bedroom.The moment I walked in, I dropped my purse onto the small table beside my bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. For a
Damn! I actually was attracted to him. The words hung between us, undeniable now that it has been said out loud. His gaze held mine for a second longer, like he was making sure. With his hand still resting on my cheek, he tilted his head to the other side of my face and leaned in as his lips b







