(Emma's POV)I balanced the phone between my shoulder and ear as I scrubbed at a coffee stain on my counter. Evelyn’s voice chirped through the receiver, cheerful as always.“So, how’s the new job? Don’t tell me you’ve quit already.”I laughed, though it came out tired. “No, I haven’t quit. It’s… going well.”That was a lie, sort of. It wasn’t bad, just not what I’d imagined when I thought of ‘new beginnings.’ The work at Burger Haven wasn’t exactly glamorous, but at least it was work. In a day, I’d memorized the menu, managed to survive the lunch rush, and no longer panicked every time the cash register beeped at me like an angry robot. So, progress.“That’s good to hear,” Evelyn said, her tone softening with relief. “I was beginning to worry you’d start job-hopping. You’ve got to find somewhere to settle, Emma. Routine is important.”“I know, I know.” I rinsed the rag, wringing it out with one hand. “I’m trying.”There was a pause on her end. I could almost see her lips pursing as s
(Damon's POV)I just finished a long meeting, and my brain felt like it had been wrung dry.The conference room had emptied five minutes ago, leaving behind the faint scent of coffee and the echo of too many voices arguing over logistics. I leaned back in my chair, loosening my tie with one hand. The overhead lights felt too bright, drilling into my skull.Theo walked in before I could even take a breath.“I’ve got something important to say about the quarterly—”I cut him off, raising a hand. “If this has anything to do with another meeting, or numbers, or reports, save it for five minutes. I need my brain to stop throbbing first.”He paused, then smirked a little. “Actually… it’s not about the meeting. Abel’s here.”That made me look up.I straightened, the exhaustion in my body replaced by a sharper kind of alertness. “Send him in.”Theo nodded, disappearing out the door. A few seconds later, it opened again, and Abel stepped inside.He looked grim, more than usual. Abel wasn’t the
(Emma's POV)I was pissed.Two days ago, I applied for a job at a café downtown. It was a little place called Velvet Bean, where the smell of roasted coffee spilled onto the sidewalk and the baristas always looked too cheerful for that hour of the morning. I dressed nice, smiled, and tried to sound confident even though my stomach was twisted into knots. The manager, a chubby guy with a greasy mustache, had barely looked at my résumé before his eyes dropped to my chest.And now, I’d just gotten an email saying the position had already been filled.Then why the hell did that pervert let me stand there while he ogled me like a damn menu item?I kicked the corner of my small wooden table, instantly regretting it when pain shot through my toe. “Stupid asshole,” I muttered, grabbing my cold cup of coffee.If I’d known he was going to waste my time, I would’ve stabbed his beady eyes out with a pencil.My morning had only gone downhill from there.The call with Evelyn was torture.She’d bee
(Damon's POV)I could still recall the encounter from this morning. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.Every part of me ached to turn around, to chase after her and pull her against me and just breathe. But I kept walking, fists clenched tight at my sides, every step away from her feeling like betrayal.My pulse was still pounding through my chest like gunfire. That voice, her voice still lingered in my ears. Her questioning gaze had carved into me, clean and merciless.She didn’t remember me.The realization made me dizzy. After everything, after all the nights I had spent searching, the months of silence and guilt, she had looked me right in the eyes and seen a stranger.By the time I reached my car, my throat was dry and my heartbeat loud enough to drown out the world.Theo glanced over from the passenger seat, confused. “Uh… where are the groceries?”I didn’t answer. My hand hovered over the door handle, my reflection faint on the window.“Drive,” I said finally, my voice quiet, cont
The question seemed to wound him. His jaw tightened, but his reply came calmly, his tone steady. “You just look like someone I knew.”Something about the way he said it made me hesitate. There was sadness there. Longing, even.“Oh,” I said awkwardly, offering a polite smile. “I get that a lot, I think.”He didn’t answer, just watched me for a moment longer before giving a tight nod. “Sorry to bother you.”He turned slightly as if to leave, and yet for a fleeting second, I felt something tug deep inside me, something I didn’t understand. Like I should know him. As if I’d seen those eyes somewhere before and felt those hands before.But that was impossible.“Wait,” I started, but the words died in my throat. What would I even say?He was already walking away, his tall frame disappearing into the crowd.I stood there, frozen, the noise of the market dulling around me. My chest ached in a strange, unfamiliar way. My palms felt cold.That man’s presence had been like stepping into one of m
The dreams always started the same way in soft, blurred and warm tones.I could feel the heat before I saw anything, the weight of someone’s breath mingling with mine, the soft murmur of my name… spoken like a prayer.Every time, it felt so real.His voice was deep, rough, and full of something I couldn’t name. When he said my name, it made my chest tighten. It wasn’t just a name. It was a plea.Then came the touch.A calloused hand brushing down my cheek. Strong fingers trailing along my collarbone. His scent always surrounded me, something dark and addictive, like rain and smoke. My body reacted before I could think, arching toward him, craving more of the touch I knew too well and not at all.But I never saw his face.The room was always dim, lit by flickering shadows that danced along the walls. His features remained hidden but I could always make out broad shoulders, steady eyes and lips that hovered just above mine until they finally met.Every kiss left me trembling.When his m