LOGINThe question Luca hurled at me hung in the air. I could almost feel it slicing through the space between us.What really happened between you two out there?I opened my mouth then closed it again.A part of me wanted to lay everything bare.Not the whole truth, of course. I would take Sebastian's first meeting with me to the grave. Except if we both decided to tell Luca. It wasn't only my burden.But tell Luca the part in the darkened room.Not the tension that had sparked between me and Sebastian. but the basic reality:That Sebastian had confronted and spoken harshly but not unfairly to me.That he had not touched me—not inappropriately, not intimately— except to stop me from storming out.But Luca didn’t want the truth.He wanted a narrative where I and Sebastian were adversaries. One where he alone was the center.And still balancing on the fragile edge between instinct and loyalty, I wasn’t ready to fracture their already strained relationship further.I breathed in slowly.“Not
I had not expected Sebastian’s intervention or even the way it made me feel.A strange warmth blossomed beneath my ribs, unsettling me in its precision.How could Sebastian—the man I hardly knew, a man with a reputation wrapped in cold steel—read me so clearly?Support me so instinctively?The realization unsettled me far more than Luca’s outburst had.How could he see me so clearly when Luca didn’t?Or understand the exact thoughts I struggled to keep buried so it would not ruin what I had with Luca?Luca forced out a sharp laugh. “Hahaha. Well, it's a good thing Eleanor’s not your type. Right dad?” he joked, though the tension clung to his words. “Or else I would have questioned your motives.”Sebastian’s eyes flashed fire.Luca raised his hands in surrender. “Okay. Alright. I will drop it.” Then he added, far too casually, “Although I still don’t get why you’re bothering with job hunting when you could just be a stay-at-home wife.”My spine went rigid.He said it lightly but I had
Luca jiggled the door knob.I froze when he came inside.In the heat of everything, Sebastian had not locked the door.Luca's silhouette appeared in the opened door before he closed it.My heart was trapped in my throat but Sebastian didn't seem to mind that we were seconds away from getting caught.Luca tried the light switch beside the door.Click.Click.Nothing.“The light’s broken,” he muttered. “Eleanor?”My pulse thundered in my ears.If the overhead lights suddenly flickered back to life—if they illuminated the small room—the scene he’d find would be catastrophic.Before I could push Sebastian away and put some distance between us, he moved with ruthless composure, stepping back a precise half-pace, enough to turn a moment of dangerous proximity into something almost respectable. Almost.The heat of him lingered in the air like a touch that refused to fade.Luca came in closer. He glanced through the dimness when his eyes finally adjusted enough, he saw our outline, and suspic
Sebastian's POVThe position we were in reminded me a lot of that first night. How she had fallen into me with surprise in her breath and heat in her eyes.The room I’d dragged Eleanor into was barely lit, shadows spilling across the walls. The moment the door closed, she reacted—sharp, instinctive. She twisted in my grasp, struggling in a way that was fierce but breakable, like a titling ship.I held her upright with a hand firm around her waist. It was pure instinct.As my grip tightened, I became acutely aware of the dangerous direction my thoughts threaded—thoughts that violated every line I’d ever drawn to keep my world intact. Those kinds of thoughts have toppled empires, not me.I prided myself in control and she was my son’s future wife, I reminded myself.“It’s me,” I whispered in her earsShe went still immediately.So still I could finally make her out through the light spilling in from the arched glass windows. The face I couldn't stop thinking about emerged from the shado
I watched the scandalous, skimpy photo Chloe sent Luca disappear in real time. One second it was there, and the next, it was gone and I was staring at a blank screen.My breath hitched, sharp and painful.Chloe had deleted it for both devices.The message was gone, but I could still see Chloe's come-hither expression, her eyes hooded as if she was drunk or drugged.My vision blurred. There were tears in my eyes. I couldn’t see the table or my surroundings.I couldn’t hear the muted clink of cutlery around me.All I saw was that picture.I forced my tears in. Not that I was strong but because I couldn't let them fall while out in public like this. On an introductory dinner with Luca's father. It didn't matter that our relationship would forever be awkward because I had kissed the man.I schooled my expression to something social but when I finally lifted my gaze to Luca, he shifted uncomfortably on his chair.I must have had something dark in my expression and he noticed.Luca was on h
Under both Sebastian’s and Luca’s gazes, I had no choice but to steady my breath, lift my chin, and walk toward them. Each step felt like crossing a tightrope that was seconds away from snapping.I reached them on shaky legs. Luca gestured proudly toward the man—my man, the almost-man, the man whose mouth I still remembered on mine with startling clarity.Unaware of how nervous I was, Luca's smile was warm and broad.“Eleanor,” Luca announced, “this is my father. Sebastian Rossi.”Sebastian, who was looking at me like he had never seen me before.Had he already forgotten about me?If anyone would have told me that this was how tonight would go, I would have laughed in their faces.I kept reminding myself that this was real. That it was normal to have dinner with both my fiancee and his father. The man who had come so close to making me cum without even touching me properly.Every time I glanced at Sebastian, I screamed internally: He is Luca's father.Sebastian looked between me and L