เข้าสู่ระบบBailey POVThe week after Lola's interrogation, I buried myself in work.Training sessions with Mark stayed professional. Clean. Disciplined. He followed every instruction, hit every mark, and kept his distance the way I asked him to. No flirting. No lingering touches. No whiskey-fueled kisses on leather couches.We were coach and athlete.Nothing more.At least, that's what it looked like from the outside.On Thursday afternoon, we were at the college track running through a speed endurance session. Mark was on his fifth rep, driving hard through the curve, his form sharper than I had ever seen it.He was improving. Fast. His times were dropping week after week, and the raw talent I always knew was there was finally being shaped into something dangerous.I clicked the stopwatch as he crossed the line."Twenty-two flat," I called out.He jogged back, barely winded."That's a new best," he said."Don't celebrate yet. You've got three more."He grinned and turned back toward the line.T
Bailey POVI woke up on the couch Sunday morning with a headache and the smell of sandalwood on the pillow beneath my head.For a few seconds, I forgot where I was. Then it came back. The whiskey. The movie. The kiss.I sat up quickly, heart pounding, and looked around. I slept over in Mark's house!The apartment was still. His bedroom door was closed. A glass of water and two aspirin sat on the coffee table beside a folded note.~Take these. There's coffee in the kitchen. I kept my promise.My chest did something I didn't want it to do.I took the aspirin, drank the water, slipped on my shoes, and left before he woke up.The drive home was a blur of guilt and confusion and the ghost of his lips still sitting on mine.I showered. Changed. Tried to nap but couldn't settle. My mind kept circling back to the same place. His couch. His mouth. His hand on my face.By evening, I needed a distraction. So I drove to Lola's.It was our thing. Sunday evenings at her place. Bad TV, junk food,
Mark POVBailey showed up at my apartment at seven on a Saturday evening.She had texted earlier that afternoon, said she wanted to check my kitchen. Nutrition, meal prep, recovery foods. Part of her whole "I'm in charge of everything" plan. I didn't argue.If it got her through my front door, she could inspect whatever she wanted.The buzzer rang. I let her up.When she stepped inside, she stopped.Her eyes moved slowly around the space. The open floor plan. The high ceilings. The floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched across the entire living room, the city skyline glowing orange and purple behind the glass. The kitchen with its marble counters and stainless steel everything. The leather couch that cost more than most people's cars.She didn't say anything for a few seconds."This is your apartment?" she asked."Yeah.""You're nineteen.""I'm aware."She looked at me, then back at the view, then back at me."My first home was a Catholic orphanage," she said quietly. "My brother and
Mark POVShe thought she was in control.Sitting on that bench in Lincoln Park, laying down her rules, her conditions, her boundaries like she was drawing lines in the sand.No sex. No touching. No flirting.I sat there and nodded. Agreed to every word. Smiled when she told me to stop smiling.But here's the thing about lines in the sand.The tide always comes in.I drove back to my apartment after our conversation and tossed my keys on the counter. The place was too big for one person. Two bedrooms, open kitchen, floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. A graduation gift from my father, just like the car.Theodore Kingsley didn't do small.I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat on the couch, replaying every word she said.I'm in charge. Completely.The way her jaw tightened when she said it. The way her voice held steady even though her hands were shaking in her lap. She thought being firm would keep me at a distance.It did the opposite.Bailey Adams was
Bailey POVI lasted three days before I called him.Seventy-two hours of sitting in my apartment with the curtains drawn, scrolling through job listings that made my stomach turn. Lola called every few hours to check on me. My brother kept texting, but I wasn't ready to tell him I lost my job. The cardboard box sat in the corner of my living room untouched, and every time I looked at it, something inside me sank a little deeper.On the third night, I picked up my phone and dialed Mark's number.He answered on the first ring."I'm in," I said.No greeting. No small talk.A pause."Yeah?" he asked."Yeah. But we need to talk first. In person.""Name the place.""Lincoln Park. Tomorrow morning. Six o'clock.""I'll be there."I hung up before I could change my mind.The next morning, I got to the park at five forty-five. The sun was barely up, the sky still gray and pink around the edges. The air was cool, damp with dew, the kind of morning that reminded me of early training days back whe
Bailey POVMark stood outside my window, his face tight with something between concern and anger.I wiped my eyes quickly with the back of my hand, but it was too late. He had already seen.He tapped the glass again."Open the door, Bailey."I shook my head."Just go, Mark.""Open the door."His voice was firm. No room for argument.I turned off the engine and unlocked the door. He opened it and stood at the door of the driver's seat, his eyes scanning my face, taking in the red eyes, the swollen lids, the tear streaks I hadn't managed to hide."What happened?" he asked."How did you know I was here?""Word travels fast in that building. I heard ten minutes ago and came straight here."I couldn't look at him."I got fired."The words came out flat. Empty. Like all the emotion had already been wrung out of me in the last hour."Fired?" His brow creased. "For what?"I reached into the back seat and grabbed the letter. Handed it to him without a word.He read it standing up. His eyes mov
Maya POV.I sat on the couch feeling so agitated.When was he coming back?I kept checking the time.I needed to talk to him.He'd been gone all afternoon and it was already 7p.m.I was restless and uncomfortable. I really wanted to smooth things out between us.In the hours while he was gone, afte
Maya POV.I was stunned to see that the gift that my boyfriend had casually dismissed was a designer jewelry going for thousands of dollars online.Wow.He'd gotten me this necklace as a gift for taking my virginity.Did it mean that much to him? Or was it me? Did I mean that much to him at the ti
Maya POV.I gazed up at her, too stunned to speak.My throat felt dry and my heart was beating so hard, my chest rising and falling as I realized why she had brought me here.Panic crawled up my skin."What are you planning to do with me?" I managed to ask."Isn't it obvious?" She arched a brow."A
Maya POV.It was 8:15 when I got to Memory Grove Park.I chartered a cab directly from the neighborhood bus stop and it took only thirty minutes for me to get here.The place was as I knew it would be, dark, lonely, and deserted at this time of the night, save for the few light lamps dotting the bu







