Mag-log inAlicia's POV His arm was across my waist when I woke. The room was grey with early light, the city outside still quiet, the type of quiet that belongs to the hour before a place fully commits to its day. I lay still for a moment. The weight of his arm. The warmth of the room. The dress lying acros
Her 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 underground garage was almost empty when I pulled in at seven forty-five. My headlights swept across concrete pillars and painted lines. Executive spots lined the wall closest to the elevators. Mine had my name on it; simple black letters on white metal. I parked. Cut the engine
Edward's POV Thursday morning, I sent the keynote to communications. Final version. Three pages. Done. I closed my laptop and stood. Walked to the small bar cart in the corner of my office. Poured coffee from the carafe Leo had brought earlier. Still hot. I took it to the window. Stood there d
Alicia's POV The studio had gone dark around me before I noticed. I’d been staring at my laptop for hours—four tabs open: press coverage from different countries, engagement metrics, partnership follow-ups, and internal reports from the campaign team. Work that demanded attention. Work that kept
"Of course, of course." Caroline touched her necklace. "Perhaps another time? Do you have a card?" I pulled one from my inner pocket and handed it to her. "Perfect." She tucked it into her clutch. "I'll have Emma reach out to your office." "Looking forward to it." Vivienne's smile widened slight







