Madison"I can't believe we finally get to meet you," Mia said, adjusting her rearview mirror to look at me. "Hazel makes you sound like some corporate superhero." I laughed. "Hardly. I just have a job that requires long hours." "Same, girl," Mia nodded, pulling into traffic. "But that's why days like this are essential. All work and no play makes Madison a dull corporate drone." "Is that how the saying goes?" I smiled, leaning back against the seat. "In Hazel's retelling, yes," Mia chuckled, turning up the radio. "She says you're basically married to your desk." "Hazel exaggerates," I protested, shooting a look at my friend in the passenger seat. "Do I?" Hazel twisted around. "When was the last time you had a beach day?" I opened my mouth to answer, but realized I couldn't remember. "Okay, point taken." The car ride to Rockaway Beach was surprisingly fun. Mia had excellent taste in music, and Hazel kept us laughing with stories from their office. For the first time in months,
MadisonMom sat across from me, her expression thoughtful. "You know, when your father and I were dating, we sometimes needed space. It's healthy."I nearly choked. "Mom, we're not, I mean, Alexander and I are, it's complicated.""Love usually is," she said with a knowing smile.I didn't correct her. What was the point? In a few weeks, when she was stronger, I'd invent some amicable breakup story. For now, let her believe her daughter was dating a billionaire CEO rather than... whatever Alexander and I actually were."The eggs are amazing," I said, changing the subject. "How are you feeling today?""Better than you look," she teased."Gee, thanks." I rolled my eyes but laughed. My mother's honesty was both her best and most annoying quality."Go enjoy your beach day," she urged, patting my hand. "You work too hard. Have some fun, get some sun, flirt with a lifeguard.""Mom!""What? Just because you're dating doesn't mean you can't look. Your father used to say that looking at the menu
MadisonI was drowning. Katherine stood above me, her crimson dress billowing like a cloud of blood in the murky water. She pressed down on my shoulders, her manicured nails digging into my skin as I thrashed beneath the surface. Her face remained serene, almost bored, as she watched me struggle. "You're nothing to him," she said, her voice somehow crystal clear underwater. "Just a placeholder. A warm body until I returned." I tried to scream, but water rushed into my lungs. Alexander appeared behind Katherine, placing his hands on her shoulders. He looked down at me with cold indifference. "It was always Katherine," he said. "You knew that." The water turned redder and thicker, filling my nose and throat as I fought against Katherine's grip. She smiled, pressing harder... A distant ringing sound cut through the nightmare. I gasped, flailing against my tangled sheets, heart pounding as I surfaced from sleep. The ringing continued. Not drowning. Just my phone. I groaned, fumbli
MadisonOutside, his Bentley waited at the curb, engine purring softly in the cool night air. The drive to my apartment was quiet, the city lights sliding past the windows in a blur of color. I watched Alexander's profile as he drove, the strong line of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows as he concentrated on the road. "My mother has been asking about you, Mr. Knight," I said as we neared my building, breaking the silence. His eyebrows lifted slightly. "Has she?" "She wants you to come over again sometime. For breakfast, actually." I fidgeted with the clasp of my clutch. "She makes incredible pancakes." "Pancakes." He repeated the word as if testing it, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "You don't have to," I added quickly. "I know you're busy. And it's not... I mean, given our current situation, it might be awkward." "Our current situation." "Yes. You know." I gestured vaguely between us. "Professional relationship only." Alexander pulled up in front of
MadisonAlexander handed his keys to the valet with practiced ease, then turned to me, extending his arm. "Shall we?" I hesitated for a fraction of a second before placing my hand on his forearm. His muscles tensed beneath my touch. "You look nervous, Ms. Harper," he murmured as we approached the entrance. "I don't bite." "Recent evidence suggests otherwise," I said under my breath. The corner of his mouth twitched. "Only when asked." Heat rushed to my cheeks at the memory of the last time I'd "asked." The maître d' recognized Alexander immediately. "Mr. Knight, welcome back. Your table is ready." We were whisked through the restaurant to a secluded corner table partially screened by an elegant partition. Privacy at its finest and most expensive. "Wine?" Alexander asked after we settled. "Yes, please." Maybe alcohol would help me navigate whatever game he was playing. Alexander ordered a bottle of Château Margaux without consulting the wine list. The sommelier nodded approvi
Madison"Is it?" His voice dropped lower, taking on that dangerous edge that used to make me weak in the knees. Still did, if I was being honest with myself. "Yes. Professional boundaries, remember? Your idea." "Actually, it was your idea to end our arrangement." "Because you were seeing Katherine behind my back!" "I wasn't seeing her. We had business meetings." I snorted. "Business meetings don't require dinner at Le Bernardin." "Sometimes they do." The car stopped at a red light, and Alexander turned to look at me fully. "You look beautiful in that dress." The abrupt change of subject caught me off guard. "I—thank you." "The diamonds suit you." My hand went to the necklace instinctively. "They're not mine." "They could be." The light turned green, and Alexander returned his attention to the road. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked. "Nothing. Just an observation." We drove in silence for another minute before I realized we weren't heading toward my apartment. "Wher