LOGIN♤♤Winston POV ♤♤ Morning came quietly. I was already dressed by the time the first light began slipping through the windows. Jacket buttoned, watch fastened, briefcase within reach. Leaving early wasn’t unusual. As Louis’s secretary I preferred being at the office before him. It gave me time to review his schedule, deal with whatever had accumulated overnight, and—more importantly—maintain the image I’d spent years building. Efficient. Unremarkable. Just another employee. I reached for the door. “Are you already leaving?” I stopped. Louis stood at the end of the hallway, looking as though sleep hadn’t completely released him yet. His hair was slightly disordered, the strands still soft from the pillow, and his eyes were narrowed against the morning light. Bare feet on the polished floor. Shirt half-buttoned from the night before. He looked nothing like the sharp, demanding CEO who filled every room at the office. “Yes.” He looked at my briefcase, then at me. “You’re leaving wi
♤♤Winston POV ♤♤I close my laptop and stand. Louis watches me from the sofa, his arms still loosely folded, his eyes following every movement as though he’s waiting for me to change my mind.“You said you’d escort me.”“I remember.”“I don’t know where I’m going.”“It’s a hallway.”“It’s your hallway. I don’t know it.”I give him a look—the kind I usually reserve for him when he’s being deliberately difficult at the office. He simply waits, his expression unchanged, as though the request is perfectly reasonable. I sigh.“Fine. Come on.”I lead him through the penthouse. The soft click of our footsteps is the only sound for a while. Louis looks around as we walk, clearly taking everything in—the quiet expanse of the living area, the rain streaking the floor-to-ceiling windows in uneven silver lines, the low lighting that never quite reaches the corners, and the city lights outside, distant and softened by the weather. His gaze lingers on a piece of abstract art near the hallway entran
♤♤Winston POV ♤♤By the time the elevator doors opened onto the penthouse floor, Louis hadn't stirred once.His head rested against my shoulder, his breathing slow and even, one hand loosely curled against my chest as if he'd forgotten the rest of the world existed.I unlocked the front door and carried him inside.The apartment was quiet.Too quiet.I walked straight to the guest bedroom, nudged the door open with my foot, and crossed to the bed."You're going to complain about your back tomorrow," I murmured.He didn't answer.Of course he didn't.Carefully, I lowered him onto the mattress.He shifted slightly, frowned in his sleep, then sighed as though the bed had solved every problem he'd ever had.I crouched beside him and slipped off his shoes, setting them neatly by the bed.The blanket came next.I pulled it over his shoulders.Louis turned onto his side almost immediately, hugging the pillow with surprising determination."...Five more minutes..."I blinked.A quiet laugh es
♤♤Winston POV ♤♤I reached my car in the company parking lot and unlocked it with a practiced click. I expected Louis to peel off toward his own vehicle. Instead, the man followed me all the way to the driver’s side and simply stood there.I looked at him. “Why are you still here?”Louis folded his arms. “Whose car are we taking?”I blinked. “Yours. You’ve been following me in it for twenty minutes.”“I’m not in the mood to drive.”“…What?”“If you’re taking me to your house, you’re driving.”“You invited yourself.”“And?”“My car is perfectly safe in the company parking lot. It's my company....”“It’ll still be there tomorrow.”Louis waited, expression expectant, as if the matter had already been decided in his favor. I stared at him for a long second before pinching the bridge of my nose.“…You’re unbelievable.”“I’ve heard that today.”I sighed. “Get in.”Louis smiled like he’d just won a court case and slid into the passenger seat without another word.---The drive started the wa
Louis POVEvery prepared accusation disappeared.Just like that.For a moment, I simply stared at Winston, trying to process what he'd said.His brother.The hospital.The flowers.Camilla carrying them into my dinner as though they belonged to her.Nothing fit together anymore."I didn't know you had a brother," I said."You never asked."The quiet reply irritated me because he was right.Why hadn't I asked?I'd never cared to know anything about his life outside the office. He handled everything so efficiently that I'd mistaken his silence for a lack of a personal life.My thoughts circled back to the flowers."The bouquet was for your brother?""Yes.""And the Louis Vuitton gift?""Also for him."I exhaled, crossing my arms. "You could've said something."Winston's lips curved faintly."Could I?""What does that mean?""It means you seemed more interested in assuming the worst than asking what actually happened."I hated that he had a point."You know how it looked.""Do I?""You l
÷÷ Louis POV ÷÷ By the time I got to the office, I had already settled back into the version of myself the world expected. The building was alive with movement when I stepped in. Staff members looked up from behind their desks, their faces brightening the moment they saw me. “Good morning, sir.” “You look amazing today.” “Morning, Mr. Miller.” A small smile tugged at my mouth as I nodded at them one after another. “Good morning,” I replied. “Try not to say that too often, or I’ll start believing I’m prettier than my own reflection.” That earned a soft laugh from the nearest assistant, followed by a few more amused smiles down the hall. “See?” one of them murmured. “Maybe the best CEO ever.” Another laughed under her breath, and I shook my head as I kept walking. “Don’t spread dangerous rumors before noon,” I said lightly. The mood around me lifted immediately, and I could feel the staff relaxing as I passed. I exchanged a few more brief smiles and polite nods u







