One Night Stand
Caroline’s POV
“No… no, no, no.”
I bolted upright, my head was spinning as I clutched the silky white sheets around me. My body ached, and the air smelled of expensive cologne and… sex.
What the hell happened? My eyes widened.
My heart began to beat as I looked around the strange room…no, penthouse. From Floor-to-ceiling to windows. A skyline view. The black and gold furniture. This was not my apartment.
I swallowed hard. Think, Caro. Think.
Last night was supposed to be fun. Gina had convinced me to go out and sell my art, at the art gallery event.
And then… him.
Tall. Breathtaking. Eyes that saw right through me. Kane.
Oh God.
I squeezed my eyes shut. Tell me I didn’t.
I shifted under the covers and felt nothing but bare skin. My stomach dropped. I slowly peeked down…
Naked. I was completely and utterly naked.
A sharp breath escaped me.
What did I do?
My hands trembled as I yanked the sheet tighter around me. My clothes were everywhere, my heels were near the door, my dress was thrown over a chair, and my bra was on the damn lamp.
I pressed my fingers to my temples. “This is bad. This is so bad.” Gina had given me a chance to sell my craft and I failed her in this way?
Where was he?
I turned to the other side of the bed. But it was Empty.
Of course.
I let out a bitter laugh, but it came out shaky. What did I expect? Breakfast in bed? A goodbye kiss?
Tears burned my eyes. I don’t even remember if we used protection.
Shame curled in my chest. I didn’t even know his last name.
How could I be this stupid?
I took a deep breath and wiped at my face. Crying won’t fix this.
I needed to get out of here.
I slowly slid out of bed, but my legs were weak as I stood. The cold floor sent a shiver up my spine as I tiptoed across the room, picking up my clothes one by one.
My hands were trembling as I buttoned my shirt, rushing to get dressed and get out of there.
My head was also whacking, and my body ached in places I didn’t even want to think about. I still couldn’t believe what had happened last night.
I bent down to grab my purse from the floor when my eyes caught something on the nightstand. A thick envelope. My heart stopped.
Slowly, I reached for it. The weight of it alone told me what was inside, just like I thought, it was a huge amount.
And a folded note was attached to it. I grabbed it, breathing fast as I read the words.
“I’m sorry for what happened last night. It wasn’t my intention at all. Take the money. It covers your paintings and any inconvenience this may have caused you. Thank you.”
Tears filled my eyes.
I felt cheap and Used.
I held onto the paper and was also tearing it due to how tight I held it. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. He was sorry? He wasn’t even here to say it to my face. Just a note and a pile of cash. I guess this was all I was worth.
I wiped my tears, inhaled deeply, and grabbed the money, shoving it into my purse. If this was all I was worth to him, fine. I would take it.
Just as I was about to leave, the door suddenly swung open.
I jumped back, with my heart hammering in my chest.
A middle-aged woman in a maid’s uniform stood there, her expression was unreadable.
“Good morning, miss,” she greeted politely. “Master asked that I assist you in leaving. There’s a taxi waiting for you downstairs.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
I didn’t say a word. Shame held my tongue hostage.
I just nodded and walked past her, feeling her judgmental gaze on my back as I stepped out of the room.
By the time I got home, Gina was already up, sitting on the couch with her legs crossed, enjoying her breakfast. It was her day off, so she looked relaxed.
“Hey, you’re back,” she greeted, taking a sip of her coffee. “So, how did it go? Did you sell all the paintings?”
I dropped my purse on the table and sank into the chair across from her.
She frowned. “Why do you look like someone just sucked the life out of you?”
I exhaled slowly. “Gina… something happened.”
She set her cup down immediately, giving me her full attention. “What do you mean? What happened?”
I hesitated, and gripped the hem of my dress. “I… I spent the night with him.”
Gina’s eyes widened slightly, but to my surprise, she didn’t react the way I expected. No shock, no judgment…just silence as she processed what I had just told her.
However, I felt ashamed, because Gina had begged her boss for an extra invite for me.
“And?” she prompted, bringing me out of my thought.
“And… when I woke up, he was gone.” My voice cracked slightly. “He left money. A lot of money. With a note.”
Gina leaned forward and rested her elbows on her knees. “What did the note say?”
I swallowed hard. “That he’s sorry. That it wasn’t his intention. That the money is for the paintings and… any inconvenience.”
Gina exhaled, rubbing her face.
“Did you at least get his name?” she asked, looking me dead in the eyes.
I hesitated before shaking my head. “Just his first name. Kane.”
Gina groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Caroline… you slept with a man you don’t even know his full name?”
“I thought I knew him! He was interested in my art! He… ” I stopped myself. None of that mattered now. I didn't have any excuse. I messed up.
Gina sighed. Then, to my shock, she pulled me into a hug.
I stiffened. “You’re not mad?”
She pulled back, shaking her head. “No. I’m not mad, Caro. I just… I want to make sure you’re okay. It's just a mistake and I'm sure you never planned any of it.”
I blinked back fresh tears and nodded.
“Listen,” she continued, trying to make me feel good. “We’re going to find out who this guy is. I’ll help you.”
Weeks passed, and I tried my best to move on. I focused on my art, on selling more pieces, on anything but him.
But then, the nausea started. The dizziness. The sudden fatigue.
And then I missed my period.
I knew. I knew.
Still, I went to the hospital just to be sure. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw on the ultrasound screen.
“Congratulations,” the doctor said with a smile. “You’re pregnant.”
Chapter 86:Reynolds’ POVThe early morning mist hadn’t yet burned off the highway. It clung to the cracked asphalt like a veil of secrets. Traffic had resumed on the far side, a sluggish crawl of oblivious strangers. But the blood trail told me where to look.I stepped out of the black SUV, ignoring the officer’s nervous chatter beside me.“There was no ID, sir. Bus driver swears he didn’t see him until the last second.”I already knew.I didn’t need an ID. I didn’t need a face.The smell of fire still lingered on his skin.My boots clicked against the cold pavement as I approached the tarp. A medic was muttering something about spinal trauma, internal bleeding, blunt force impact—“Move,” I said flatly.The man hesitated. Then he obeyed.The tarp peeled back.And there he was.Raymond.Or… what was left of him.His chest didn’t rise. His eyes were half open, lips parted like he still had something clever to say but didn’t quite get the chance. Blood had dried along the edges of his
Chapter 85:The room was quiet.Not silent — just waiting.Caroline sat across from me at the table, legs curled beneath her, a blueprint spread across the surface between us. She wore one of my shirts again, oversized and soft on her frame, sleeves pushed up past her elbows.A gun lay beside her left hand.She looked like a contradiction — gentle and dangerous in the same breath.“How long do you think we have?” she asked softly, not looking up.“Not long.” I moved one of the red markers across the safehouse schematic. “Raymond was a piece. A very loud, flashy piece. But Reynolds… he’s the real endgame.”She nodded slowly, chewing the inside of her cheek. “He’ll come for you.”“He’ll come for us.”Caroline met my gaze across the table, and there was no flinch in her. No fear. Just the same fire I’d seen in her eyes the day she chose to run instead of die in that warehouse.She was no one’s damsel.And she damn sure wasn’t mine.“We reinforce here and here,” she said, tapping two weak
Chapter 84 Caroline’s POVThe safehouse was quiet.Too quiet.Even the wind outside the window sounded hesitant, like it was holding its breath just as we were.Kane sat across from me at the table, his eyes fixed on the tablet in front of him. The screen glowed with schematics, notes, files. Possible locations. Movement patterns. Reynolds’ known associates. Photos of places that used to be safe.But nothing felt safe anymore.Not after Raymond.I wrapped my hands tighter around the mug of warm tea in front of me, though I wasn’t drinking it. The steam ghosted against my lips, the scent of ginger and honey mixing with the heavy weight of silence.“He’ll come,” I said quietly.Kane didn’t look up. “I know.”“You think he’s grieving?”“Reynolds doesn’t grieve. He calculates.” His fingers swiped across the tablet. “Raymond wasn’t just a pawn. He was a mouthpiece. An echo of Reynolds himself.”I looked at the bruise on Kane’s jaw. Faint now, healing. But still there. Just like the war we
Chapter 83Caroline’s POVFor the first time in weeks, the world was silent.No gunshots. No whispers in the dark. No threat hanging over our heads like a loaded weapon.Just silence and Kane’s hand holding mine as we stood beneath the gray sky.Smoke still rose in the distance where the safehouse had once stood. Raymond was gone. One less monster in a world full of them. But I wasn’t cheering. I wasn’t even smiling.I was… tired.Tired in a way that sleep wouldn’t fix.“Are you okay?” Kane asked, voice low, rough with exhaustion.I looked up at him. His shirt was torn at the sleeve, smeared with dust and blood that wasn’t his. His jaw was clenched like it always was when he was trying not to feel something too deeply.“No,” I said honestly. “But I will be.”He nodded once. That was all I needed.We got into the car, Kane driving, me staring out the window as the city unfolded around us like nothing had changed.But everything had.As the streets gave way to familiar neighborhoods, I
Chapter 82Kane’s POVThe flames lit the sky like sunrise born from hell.Caroline stood beside me, her arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes locked on the horizon. We were high above the forestline, on the rocky ridge overlooking the safehouse—no, the decoy.She didn’t flinch when the explosion rocked the air. Didn’t blink when the fire painted her face gold.“You think he made it out?” she asked quietly.I lowered the binoculars. “No.”A beat of silence.“Do you care?”“No.”I turned to her.Her face was unreadable, but her knuckles were white where they clenched her jacket. That softness she used to wear on her face—her eyes—it was hardening, shaping itself into something colder.She’d changed.We both had.“He should’ve stayed dead,” I muttered.Caroline gave a humorless laugh. “We never get that lucky.”The wind carried the smoke our way—burnt chemicals, ash, lies turned to embers.I checked my watch. “Gina survived. And Kelly.”“You sure?”“They were supposed to.” I looked
Chapter 81:Reynolds' POV“The girl’s corpse was confirmed an hour ago.”I didn’t blink.The soldier in the passenger seat held out a tablet showing a still image. Diane Ross. Pale. Blood slicked across her collarbone. Eyes wide open, but unseeing.“Time of death?” I asked.“3:42 a.m.”I leaned back against the leather seat and let my fingers tap the cane resting across my lap.“Such a shame,” I murmured.He hesitated. “You don’t seem surprised, sir.”“I’m not.” I glanced out the window as the van curved down the silent industrial road. “Diane knew the game she was playing. She just forgot the rules once the pawn started pretending to be king.”The soldier exchanged a glance with the driver. “Sir, with all due respect—Raymond did warn you she might become a liability.”I smiled faintly.“Oh, Raymond warned me of many things. But never about his own ambition.”The rain began to fall harder, streaking across the windshield as we neared the entrance to Diane’s lair. The building loomed l