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Auteur: Dami Writes
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Christian’s POV

The first thing I felt was warmth.

Sand slid between my toes, soft and sun-heated. The air tasted like salt and something sweeter, something I hadn’t let myself remember in years.

“Christian!”

I turned.

She stood a few feet away, sunlight wrapped around her like it belonged there. Her dress swayed around her legs, and she was smiling. Not the strained smile from my last real memory. Not pale. Not broken.

Radiant.

“Mamá?” My voice sounded younger than I remembered.

She o
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  • Belonging to You   046

    Abigail’s POVWarm hands wrapped around me.I should have stepped away. Said something sensible. Something firm that reminded both of us this was a terrible idea.That he wanted safe. Surface. No promises.He had said so himself.Instead I stood under the shower spray, heart thudding so loudly I could hear it over the water.My heart wanted more.And Christian wasn’t a man who could give me more.I knew that.I should end this.But when the bathroom door had creaked open a minute ago and he stepped into my tiny shower room, tall and quiet and very much not leaving, my heart had given a stupid, hopeful thud.Oh my stupid, stupid heart.It would never learn.Warm water slid down my shoulders as steam curled around us, turning the small room hazy. I hadn’t turned around yet.I couldn’t.I felt him behind me. Close.His breath brushed the back of my neck.“Christian…” My voice came out thinner than I intended.He didn’t answer.Warm fingers slid around my waist instead. Slow. Careful. Lik

  • Belonging to You   045

    Abigail’s POVMy eyes stung.I hadn’t expected that question to hurt.“What else did he say?”Christian’s voice had been quiet. Steady. But there was something under it that made my throat tighten.I hadn’t answered.Now he stood across from me, the last plate stacked neatly beside the sink. The kitchen was spotless. He was done. And he was watching me like he could see straight through the thin layer of composure I was trying to hold together.My chest felt too tight.“After my dad died…” My voice came out softer than I intended.Christian didn’t interrupt. He didn’t move closer either. He just leaned back against the counter, arms loose at his sides, waiting.I swallowed.“Luke was good before that,” I said quickly, almost defensive. “He really was. He used to drive three hours just to have dinner with me. He remembered every little thing.”My fingers twisted together.“But grief changes people. It changed me.”Christian’s jaw flexed.“I wasn’t… fun anymore,” I continued. “I cried a

  • Belonging to You   044

    Christian’s POV The doorbell shattered the moment. I glanced at Abigail, still perched at the island in my shirt, her legs bare and crossed, that faint flush creeping up her neck under my stare. She shook her head—no one expected. Irritation flickered through me. Who the hell interrupted this? We’d barely scraped the surface of whatever this morning was becoming.I moved before she could, striding to the door in just my pants. No time to grab a shirt. If it was a delivery or some neighbor, they’d deal with it. I swung it open, ready to dismiss whoever it was.The man on the other side froze, his eyes widening like I’d just pulled a gun. He was holding a bouquet of wildflowers—daisies, maybe—and a paper bag that smelled faintly of chicken soup and pharmacy.Average build, clean-cut, the kind of guy who looked harmless until you caught the way his jaw tightened. He looked oddly familiar.“Trevor?” Abigail’s voice carried from behind me, surprised but warm.His gaze dropped from my fa

  • Belonging to You   043

    Abigail’s POV “Just fucking kill me,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shot and wishing he would grant my request.My hands were shaking. My entire body felt hollowed out, scraped clean and left trembling. Sweat clung to my skin, cooling too fast and making me shiver.Christian stayed crouched in front of me until the heaving stopped. One hand steadied the bin. The other stayed tangled gently in my hair, fingers firm at the nape of my neck.He didn’t rush me.He didn’t flinch.When I finally sagged back, breath coming in thin drags, he stood and laid me down carefully against the cushions.I watched him walk toward my bedroom.I didn’t have the strength to ask where he was going.By the time he came back, I’d barely registered the silence.I lifted my head at the sound of his steps—and frowned.He was wearing nothing but his briefs.Even sick. Even miserable. I stared.“Christian,” I croaked, my voice wrecked and thin. “You are so not getting laid right now.”He didn’t even look amused.

  • Belonging to You   042

    Christian’s POV“Tell me I’m hallucinating,” Miles’ voice cut through the line the second I picked up. “Tell me you didn’t just leave Chicago when we were this close to closing the Harrington deal.”I stepped into the kitchen and shut the door halfway so it wouldn’t carry. Abigail had just drifted off.“Good morning to you too, Miles.”“I’m serious.” A sharp breath crackled through the speaker. “Contracts were drafted. They were ready. And then I turn around and your jet is gone.”I leaned against the counter and stared at the darkened living room beyond the doorway.“I didn’t walk away,” I said. “I postponed.”“You vanished. There’s a difference.”Silence settled.Then, quieter, “Was it her?”My jaw tightened.“Handle the paperwork,” I replied. “I’ll deal with Harrington personally.”Another long exhale. “You don’t walk away from a three-month negotiation for nothing.”“I don’t.”A pause.“You’re impossible.”“And yet,” I said calmly, “you still work for me.”“Unfortunately.” A beat.

  • Belonging to You   041

    Abigail’s POVThe aspirin didn’t help.It had been two days since we returned from Cancun, and the headache still hadn’t loosened its grip. It had settled deeper, like it had unpacked and decided to stay.Now it came with a cold.The curtains were drawn tight, shutting out the afternoon. My apartment sat in thick darkness, the air stale and warm. I hadn’t turned on a single light.I had called the Castillo house earlier this morning and told them I wouldn’t be coming in. My voice sounded like gravel. Lola had immediately begun asking questions. I had reassured her twice before she reluctantly let me hang up.Now I lay curled on the couch, a blanket wrapped around me though sweat clung to the back of my neck.Christian had left for Chicago the morning after we returned.Business trip.At least that was what Alberto had mentioned casually over breakfast.It had been easier not worrying about running into him at the mansion these past two days. Easier not to accidentally brush hands in h

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