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Leah's POVThe city glimmers beneath me, framed by floor-to-ceiling windows as I move through my penthouse. The marble tiles are cool against my bare feet, the soft hum of ambient jazz weaving through the quiet as I begin my nightly routine.In the en-suite bathroom, warm lights glow from behind a gilded mirror. I stand before it, slowly removing the remnants of the evening. Each product—cleansing oil, foaming wash, rose-infused toner—lines the counter like an artful arrangement, the routine itself a ritual of comfort. The heated towel beneath my fingertips is plush, indulgent. But tonight, the luxury feels secondary. My mind lingers elsewhere.Dinner with Dad.His warmth, though subtle, had unsettled me more than his silence ever did. It wasn’t just the way he asked about my welfare or offered to refill my glass—it was the effort. The intentionality behind every quiet gesture. For a man like Felix Carrington, even the smallest shift felt seismic.I dab my face dry and change into sof
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Leah's POVI linger by the window longer than necessary, clutching my now lukewarm mug of tea. I find myself shifting back to thoughts of Dwight.He hadn’t called.Carter had picked up when I called the office. Polite but clinical, offering no details other than "He's in a meeting." And after that—nothing. No follow-up. No text. No call. No acknowledgment that I’d reached out at all.The ache in my chest is one I’m becoming familiar with. It’s not loud. It doesn’t scream or demand attention. It’s subtle—like a soft pressing weight against my ribs, constant and steady.He’s avoiding me. I know it now.I leave the window and place the empty mug on the counter. The apartment feels too still now, too quiet despite the city noise spilling in through the glass. I can’t do this. I can’t sit here another minute wondering if he’s okay, if the fire has weighed on him, if he’s drowning in all of it alone.Decision made, I head back to the bedroom.I start getting ready for work.It feels strange
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Ethan's POVI can’t sit still.The leather beneath me creaks every damn time I shift, but it’s not enough to keep me grounded. My knee bounces like a drumbeat I can’t silence, my hands clench and unclench around the phone that hasn’t given me a single update. Not one. Not from her. Not from anyone.I glance at the screen again. Nothing. Just the cold glow of the home screen mocking me.No missed calls. No new messages from Leah. Nothing.I swipe up, check our last conversation for the hundredth time. It was brief. Distant. Polite. The kind of message you send to someone you’ve decided not to love anymore. I start typing a new one—Call me when you can—but delete it before it gets the chance to sit in her inbox unread.She won't reply. She’s completely shut me out. Has probably moved on by now.I toss the phone beside me on the couch, but the emptiness of my palm instantly drives me insane. I snatch it back. My thumb hovers over the contact marked Unknown—a number I’ve memorized, though
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Dwight’s POVThe moment I see her, my chest tightens.I hadn’t expected her to show up. Not after everything that happened in Greece. Not after the things I said—the things I should never have said. And yet, here she is. Standing right by my desk, not flinching, not hesitating, not saying a word.I don’t know why she’s here. Maybe it’s the fire. Maybe she heard about the damage and thought I needed... what, comfort? Closure? Pity?I glance beyond her shoulder toward the office door, where Jordan and the two security consultants had exited just moments before. They had barely left when Carter quietly motioned toward her, and now she’s standing in my office, looking as composure as ever. I take a moment to study her, taking in the long gray skirt that hugs her in the laugh places, as well as the I wey silk blouse that molds against her frame. My eyes linger around her chest and the memory of how delectable she'd looked that night in her hotel room back in Greece bombards. I suddenly
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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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