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Leah’s POVThe next morning, I step into the office, coffee in hand, ready to push through another work-filled day. My head is clearer than it was last night, my resolve firm. Today, I would focus on my job—nothing else. But the moment I approach my desk, my steps falter. A bouquet of deep red roses sits there, colorful and freshly cut, their fragrance curling into the air around me. My brows knit together as I set my coffee down, staring at the flowers like they might somehow explain themselves. "Who the hell…?" I glance around, scanning the office for clues, but everything looks normal. I pick up the large bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers. My fingers tighten around the fashionably wrapped stem as I inhale deeply, before I catch myself. I shouldn't be doing this. Not even I'm unaware of who'd sent it. Maybe, it was Ethan? Or someone else? "Ava," I call out. She appears within seconds, a soft smile tugging her lips. "Yes, Miss Carrington?" I gesture at the f
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Dwight’s POVThe drive to the workshop is long, stretching into the quiet hours of the night—three hours of open roads, highways, and too much time alone with my thoughts.I keep my hands steady on the wheel, but my mind drifts back to the conversation with Leah. Her words had been sharp, precise, cutting through whatever illusions I might have let myself entertain."We are strictly boss and employee now. Nothing more.""I'm in a relationship with a man I love with all my heart."The truth had never been clearer, yet it sat heavy in my chest.By the time I pull up in front of the workshop, the place is alive with activity. Unlike the last one I visited, this space is much larger, its high ceilings and reinforced glass panels allowing natural light to spill in during the day. The scent of molten metal and polish hangs thick in the air, the rhythmic sound of hammering echoing from within.This division is one of the newest, located outside the city—one of many I own across multiple coun
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Leah’s POVIt has been three days since the flowers appeared on my desk, and I haven't seen Dwight once.At first, I told myself it didn’t matter. I had made myself clear, drawn the line. This was exactly what I wanted—strict professionalism, distance, and no room for blurred boundaries.But the longer his absence stretches, the more it bothers me.I catch myself glancing at the hallways whenever I walk through the office, my ears unconsciously tuning in for the sound of his voice. The easy confidence in his stride, the low, controlled way he spoke—it’s like he has vanished.And it’s unsettling.I try to ignore it, push through my workload, and focus on anything else. But the nagging guilt in my chest refuses to fade.Maybe I overreacted.Maybe the flowers weren’t some ploy to get under my skin.What if they really were just a kind gesture?The thought makes my stomach twist uncomfortably. I had assumed the worst of him, snapped at him in a way that might have been harsher than necess
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Leah’s POVI don’t know how I make it back to my desk. One moment, I’m in Dwight’s office, frozen, watching Maya Kingston kiss him. The next, I’m sitting in my chair, staring blankly at my computer screen, unable to process a single word.My fingers hover over my keyboard, but I can’t type. My mind keeps replaying the scene over and over—the way she stood so close to him, the way her hand brushed against his collar, the effortless confidence in her movements. And then, the kiss.I tell myself it doesn’t matter.But it does.A man like Dwight is never alone for long. He’s powerful, wealthy, and effortlessly attractive. Women have always gravitated toward him. Why would that change now?Why would he change?Still, a small part of me wonders—is this because of me?I shake my head, annoyed at myself. The thought is absurd. Dwight doesn’t need my rejection to move on. If he’s with someone, it has nothing to do with me.Or does it?I groan, pressing my palms against my temples. This is ridi
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Leah’s POVThe moment I hang up with Cece, I lean back in my chair, exhaling slowly. My mind is a mess, tangled in a web of emotions I don’t have the time or energy to untangle.Talking to Cece should have helped. Cece has always had the right things to say."You’re already with Ethan, but if seeing Dwight with another woman is shaking you up like this, maybe you need to take a step back and figure out what you really want."Maybe she did say the right thing. Maybe I was just the one who wasn’t ready to hear it...I should focus on work, not on the man who seems determined to unsettle me at every turn.Just as I click open my laptop, a knock sounds at my door. Ava, my assistant, steps in, her usual bright expression subdued.“Mr. Spencer wants to see you in his office. Immediately.”My stomach clenches.I sit up, feigning nonchalance. “Did he say why?”Ava shakes her head. “No. Just that it’s urgent.”A dozen thoughts race through my mind. Is this about my outburst in his office? Abou
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Dwight’s POVI still can’t believe Leah barged into my office like that.It was reckless, unprofessional, and completely out of line. And yet, no matter how much I tell myself that, I can’t shake the look on her face when she saw Maya.That flicker of hurt—so brief I almost missed it. Almost.I rub a hand down my face, exhaling sharply. This shouldn’t bother me. Leah has Ethan now. She’s made that choice, moved on, built a life without me. So why did she look like that? And why does it still sit heavy in my chest?I lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling.Maya.Last night with her had been easy. No tension, no games, no messy history weighing us down. Just two people enjoying each other’s company, no second-guessing. She’s sharp, confident, and refreshingly direct. She knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t hesitate to say it.She isn’t looking for something temporary.She wants a man who’s stable, dependable—someone who won’t waste her time.And I respect that.More than tha
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Leah’s POVI don’t see Dwight again for the rest of the day.It shouldn’t matter. But God, it does.His words replay in my head, each one colder than the last."What if Maya had been an important client?"That one sticks the most. It confirms what I already suspected—Maya wasn’t there for business. He didn’t need to clarify further. The implication was clear.I exhale sharply, rubbing my temples. It shouldn’t bother me. Not when I’ve supposedly moved on. Not when I have Ethan.And yet, it does.More than that, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve ruined something. The almost-camaraderie we’d seemed to be developing, the rare moments when things between us felt easy, unforced. Now, that fragile thread has snapped, leaving only this unspoken wall between us.I push the thoughts away and glance at the time. Lunch. I have been skipping lunch too much lately and have noticed that my skirts have become a little loose around the waist.A break might help. A distraction.I stand, grabbing my p
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Leah’s POVI stand in front of my closet, fingers trailing over the rows of perfectly pressed dresses.Pick your best.That’s what my father would expect.Anything less would be unacceptable.I exhale, stepping back slightly, my gaze sweeping over the meticulously organized space. Silks, chiffons, structured pieces in neutral tones—each one carefully selected, curated, and arranged. I know what he would say if I picked something too bold, too informal, too much like me.I finally settle on a sleek, dark green dress. It hugs my figure just right—elegant, refined, sophisticated. The kind of dress that doesn’t invite criticism.I slip it on, the cool fabric settling against my skin like armor.Next, my hair.I sink into the chair before my vanity, staring at the soft curls framing my face.Once, I had loved my curls.Wild and untamed, they had always felt like the truest expression of myself. Something uniquely mine. But my father had once told me, in his usual matter-of-fact tone, that
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Dwight's POVIt was dark out. Leah lay half-sprawled across my chest, the silky strands of her hair tickling my skin. Our clothes were scattered haphazardly across the room, abandoned in our urgency. The heavy rug under us cushioned our bodies, still slick and languid from the intensity of our lovemaking. I still couldn't believe the feelings that coursed through me as I'd made love to her. It was better than all the times I had allowed myself to imagine... to fantasize.It had been pure magic. Messy, but perfect. And having her here in my arms filled me with the duty of contentment that had been missing for three years. I could have stayed like that forever. Her breath warm against my skin. Her heart beating in slow, contented rhythms against mine. Her fingers moved idly over my chest, tracing lazy patterns. Every touch sent aftershocks through my nerves, subtle reminders of how close we had just been, how perfect she felt wrapped around me...And then her fingers stilled. She brushe
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Dwight's POV The clock on the wall ticked mockingly at me, but I barely noticed it anymore.I sat behind my desk, staring at the documents spread out before me, but none of the words made it past the thick wall of energy thrumming in my veins. It was all background noise. Filler. Nothing compared to the singular, burning thought anchoring me:Leah.Home. Waiting for me.The thought wrapped itself around every nerve ending, making it almost impossible to sit still. I knew it wouldn’t last—this arrangement was temporary. But even knowing that, I couldn't stop the anticipation that practically vibrated in my blood. The pull toward her was too strong, too fierce to deny.I remembered the kiss we shared. God, I remembered every detail. The tentative way I had brushed my mouth against hers. The way she had frozen for a breathless second before melting against me, kissing me back like it was the only thing keeping her alive. That kiss had shattered something inside me. It wasn
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Leah’s POVAfter Ava left, the house felt much bigger.Much quieter.And somehow, even though I knew I was safe, the silence made me feel small.I sprawled on the plush sofa in the sunken living room, laptop abandoned beside me, staring out at the endless stretch of green beyond the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The afternoon sun slanted in golden beams across the polished floors, painting everything in warm, sleepy light.I could still hear Ava’s cheerful goodbye ringing in my ears."Call me if you need anything, okay?"I had promised I would. But really, there was nothing Ava—or anyone—could do for me now.I needed time. Space.Maybe even forgiveness.The soft shuffle of footsteps pulled me out of my thoughts. I sat up just as the house chef—a kind-eyed woman named Marla—approached, wiping her hands on a white apron."Miss Carrington," she said with a polite nod, "would you like anything for lunch? I made a chicken and asparagus salad. Fresh bread too."My stomach gave an unexpe
