Lana’s POVSophie lingered in the doorway even after I’d given the final word on the press response.“Anything else?” I asked, glancing up. I already had my hand on the mouse, ready to start drafting the company’s clean-up narrative.But Sophie didn’t move.Instead, she asked quietly, “Are you okay?”She meant Max.I should have been prepared. But the question carved straight through me, deeper than I expected.My throat went tight, but I didn’t let it show. I tilted my head and gave her a smile. “I’m fine.”Sophie didn’t believe me. She was too smart not to know the difference between a crisis-born lie and the truth. But she also knew better than to push me.Still, she didn’t leave. “I just mean… last night. I wasn’t sure if…” Her voice lowered. “Did he hurt you?”I stared at her, blinking. “No.”“Because if he did girlll…”“Sophie, stop.” I let out a breath, rubbing a hand across my forehead. “He didn’t hurt me. That’s not what this is.”She looked like she wanted to say more, but i
Lana’s POVMy phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand.I jerked upright, heart still tangled in the haze of what had just happened. Max’s heat lingered on my skin, his scent clung to me like a second layer. I fumbled blindly for the phone and answered without even checking the screen. “Hello?”“Lana, thank God,” Sophie’s voice crackled with panic. “It’s bad. A lawsuit. Mornex Tech just filed for breach of contract, claiming we falsified campaign analytics. It’s already hit socials, Twitter, TikTok, Reddit. They’re calling us scammers.”My blood ran cold. “What?”“They posted doctored screenshots. It’s spreading like wildfire. We’ve lost two other clients already, and our investors are threatening to pull.”I swung my legs off the bed, grabbing for my clothes scattered across the floor. My gown was inside-out, my heels nowhere to be seen.“I’m on my way,” I said, tone sharp. “Tell PR to freeze all statements until I get there. And get legal on standby.”Max stirred behind me, his voice
Lana’s POV“Lana, I’ll wait. I’ll prove it. Just… don’t walk away.”My lips parted, but no sound came out. My chest felt like it was caving in.I let myself lean into him, just a little, just enough to feel his arms slide around me again.“Stay,” he whispered. “Move back in. You don’t have to decide everything today. Just let me be close to you.”I didn’t answer right away. But I didn’t pull away either.I twisted in his grip.His hand was firm on my wrist, it was strong enough to hold me still. The moment I yanked away, he caught me like he expected it. Like he knew I would run the second he let go.I hated how well he knew me.“Let go,” I said. My voice cracked, too soft, too raw. I didn’t even sound angry. I just sounded… tired. “Please.”He didn’t.He stepped closer instead, his chest brushing mine, heat rolling off him in waves. I refused to look up. I refused to let my eyes meet his, because I knew what I would see there. And I wasn’t sure I was strong enough for it.Not after l
Max’s POVHer breathing slowed against me, but the tremble in her limbs hadn’t fully eased. She was curled into me now, legs tangled with mine, her cheek pressed to my chest like she was trying to listen to the rhythm of my heart.I held her tighter, pulling the blanket up around her bare shoulders. The room was dim, only the soft pulse of the ward-lights along the walls offered any glow but even that felt too bright for the quiet between us.She exhaled shakily. I could feel the heat still clinging to her skin, simmering just beneath the surface, even as the worst of the storm had passed. Her body wasn’t demanding now, it was simply aching.I felt the way she buried her face into me a little more, like she could hide the tears she hadn’t let fall.“Lana…” I whispered her name low.She didn’t answer.I stroked my hand slowly up and down her spine, not to arouse her this time, but to soothe. Her skin was still warm and damp. But she was calming down slowly like a fire finally running o
Max’s POVI thought maybe that would be enough. That just holding her, anchoring her through it, would settle the storm beginning to rise under her skin. But the second I said the words, she trembled. Not the way she had before. This wasn’t pain neither was it panic.It was raw pure need.She shifted in my lap, her thighs brushing against mine, her body suddenly too hot and vibrating with the low, aching pulse of something I could feel in my bones.Her fingers gripped my shirt like it was the only thing keeping her barely sane. Her cheek rubbed against my chest and when she spoke, it was a whisper pulled from the edge of breaking.“Max,” she breathed, her voice cracked and soaked in desperation. “It hurts badly.”“I know,” I said softly, brushing my hand through her hair. “I know, little flame.”But she shook her head against me, and her next words unveiled something deep inside me.“I need you,” she whispered. “Please… please help me.”I pulled back just enough to see her face. Her l
Max’s POVThe weight of Lana in my arms felt heavier than it should have. Not physically because she was light and in fact nearly boneless in my grip but emotionally. Her body radiated heat through my shirt, branding me, like something inside her was trying to claw its way out.I moved fast, not running, but just shy of it. Sophie trailed after me, murmuring questions I didn’t have the energy or answers for.“Is she okay? What’s wrong with her? What’s happening?”“Quiet,” I said in a low and controlled tone.She immediately shut up. Smart girl.By the time we reached my car, Lana’s breathing had turned shallow, like she was drowning in the air itself. Her skin glistened, slick with sweat, her neck exposed as her head rolled against my shoulder.She murmured something.I paused, holding her tighter.“Again,” I said softly.“…hurts,” she breathed. “Hot. Everything… hurts.”I said nothing. Just adjusted her, buckled her in, and slammed the door.My apartment wasn’t that far away thankful