로그인Her hands moved from my shoulders to my face, her palms cupping my jaw, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. It was a gesture of such unexpected tenderness it nearly undid me. Her eyes, dark and dazed, locked onto mine. In them, I saw not the woman I had wronged, but the woman I was with, in this moment,
Her hand anchored hard against the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me exactly where she needed me. For a moment, I wasn't the man who had failed her. I was just a man giving her pleasure. She said my name once, twice, the third time broken completely, and her whole body arched
Edward's POV Her mouth was on mine when I got the door open. I walked her backward into the room, the city lights filtering through the window in thin strips that barely illuminated the space. Her hands were already at my collar, working open the buttons of my shirt with an urgency that sent a jol
Alicia's POV The restaurant Edmund had not arranged. Edward had seen it from the car on the second day and remembered it. No assistant. No agenda attached to the table. We walked there. He asked about Lily before we reached the first corner. "Is she still seeing the cardiologist every three mon
I ordered wine. The work wasn't finished. The room was quieter. She took the glass without comment. Drank. Set it down and kept writing. She spoke about the eastern corridor communities directly, without framing or adjustment, as if they existed in the room with us. Her hand moved as she talked, m
Edward's POV The door opened behind me. No knock. She came in already talking. "I need your numbers from Rotterdam before we fix anything else," she said. "The version you gave him assumes—" She stopped. I didn't turn immediately. Just reached for the towel, dragged it once over my face, then
I grabbed Elena's spare key from the counter and left. The street outside was busy. People moved past me without a second glance. No one recognized me. No one cared. It felt like freedom. I walked without direction at first. Just moved. The city felt different from this angle, smaller, more immed
Alicia's POV I didn't know how long I'd been lying there before the sound reached me. A door closing downstairs. Heavy. Final. Then footsteps. Not Elena's. My chest tightened before my brain caught up. I pushed myself upright. The room tilted. My body reminded me with every heartbeat what it had
Her brow lifted. “You saw it, didn’t you?” “The broadcast?” She sighed. “Of course you did.” I shrugged faintly. “Hard to miss when your face is on the screen.” Elena set the bags down on the small kitchen counter, pulling out a carton of milk, a loaf of bread, and something wrapped in brown pap
Behind me, Vivienne's voice. "Edward. Inside. Now." I turned. Walked back. Lucy was in the foyer, mascara streaking down her face. "Edward, I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this—" I walked past her like she didn't exist. Vivienne followed me. "I'm calling the guests right now. I'll tell th







