As the black SUV reached Aria's apartment, the sun was dropping behind the horizon. She stopped quickly before entering, her heart thundering even though the tinted windows and plush leather seats seemed comforting. The driver acknowledged her with a nod and merged into traffic, heading for the coastline.Killian’s message had been brief - just a note saying he’d send a ride for her instead. Aria was uncertain about what lay ahead, yet she felt it was important to listen to his perspective. Maybe even say some things of her own.Her excitement and anxiety surged within her as the automobile approached the house. The beach house became visible precisely as the sunlight left, its elegant glass facade gently lit by the warm glow leaking from the windows. Behind, the ocean mumbled consistently like a distant heartbeat.Before she could knock, the door swung open. Killian dressed jeans and a warm dark sweater barefoot on the wooden floor. His expression was difficult to decipher, but surpr
The wide stretch of green rolled out before them, a quiet contrast to the noise and speculation cluttering Killian’s world since the exhibit. The media frenzy hadn’t slowed, not even slightly. Headlines still looped across screens and feeds, dissecting the image of him kissing Aria like it was a national event. And Ethan, always the kind of friend who showed up when it mattered, had suggested a morning at the golf course.“You need a breather, man,” Ethan had said. “Before your face becomes a permanent tabloid meme.”Now, a few holes in and the sun bearing down on them, Killian finally let his shoulders loosen. The world out here was quieter. Cleaner. Simpler. Arranging another shot, he swung the club deftly across the air, sending the ball in a graceful, flawless curve toward the pin.Ethan gave a low whistle. “Show-off.”Smirking but speechless, Killian stepped back and dabbed his hand on a towel.They retreated to the shaded rest area beside the course to cool off. Ethan leaned ag
Mia paced across Aria’s tiny living room with the restless energy of a lit fuse, her voice rising with every step. “So… you weren’t going to tell me anything? Nothing at all?”Aria, still in her sleep shirt, sat curled on the couch, a blanket thrown over her lap. Her phone rested on the coffee table, still lit with the looped video of her and Killian kissing, the comments multiplying like wildfire. She ran a hand through her hair. “Mia, it wasn’t planned. We’re not even… we’re not dating.”Mia spun around to face her. “Oh, okay. So what are you? Co-workers who happen to lock lips during art exhibitions?”Aria groaned and sank deeper into the couch. “It was a moment. That’s all. It happened, and we didn’t think anyone saw. It wasn’t like that -”Mia raised a brow. “Aria. You kissed Killian Stone. In public. In front of cameras. At an event crawling with media and socialites who survive off gossip.”Aria looked away, her voice lower now. “I didn’t think -”“No,” Mia cut in, sitting besi
The morning sun hadn’t yet warmed the windowsill when Aria’s phone buzzed relentlessly on the nightstand. She stirred, face buried in her pillow, blindly reaching for it. Five missed calls. Three from Lucy. Two from Mia. A text from Lucy read:“Aria… check the studio’s IG. Now.”Still groggy, she sat up, brows furrowed as she unlocked her phone. The moment the app loaded, her breath caught in her throat.There it was.A high-resolution photo of her and Killian at the exhibit - her lips pressed to his, his hand resting gently on her jaw. Framed in gallery lighting like they were part of the art.The caption above the post read:“Heir to Fortune. Heart Stolen by a Nobody?” A video clip below the image played on loop. The kiss. The moment after. Her stunned face. His calm one. Aria stared, heat rising to her ears.And then the comments…“IS THAT KILLIAN STONE??”“Sis, you better not fumble that bag!”“Canon Queen lands CEO King - I ship it.”“Why does she look like she borrowed that dre
Two weeks had passed, and Aria didn’t want to admit it-not even to herself-but something had shifted.It wasn’t love. At least, she wouldn’t call it that.It was just… coffee dates.Just… long conversations about art and life.Just… Killian.She told herself it was casual. That she wasn’t falling. Couldn’t fall. But then there were the little things - the way he laughed easily with her, the way he listened. Not just waited to speak.And sometimes, when he thought she wasn’t looking, he’d stare at her like she was a puzzle he couldn’t solve - and didn’t want to.She tried to keep her guard up. Tried to remind herself who he was: Killian Stone. Heir to Stone Global. A man with a schedule, a reputation, a hundred things more permanent than a girl with a camera and a complicated past.But he kept showing up. And so did she.Their meetings were spontaneous at times. Coffee in quiet cafes. Walks through neighborhoods filled with murals and mismatched architecture. A visit to an old bookstor
Killian’s phone vibrated once on his desk, lighting up with a name he hadn’t expected to see again - Aria Blake.He stared at the screen for a beat too long, the corners of his lips twitching upward as something sharp and warm fluttered in his chest. He hadn’t realized how tightly anticipation could coil inside him until now. Why the hell was he suddenly nervous about picking up a call?“Hello?” he answered evenly, trying not to sound too eager.There was a pause on the other end before Aria’s soft voice filtered through. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything significant."Desiring a moment of clarity, he got out of his chair and approached the wide windows of his office to look out at the extensive LA cityscape. “Not at all. I wasn’t expecting to hear from you.”Aria said, her voice even and careful, "I heard what you did." Still, there was a flicker of doubt hiding right beneath the surface. “At the exhibit. You didn’t have to buy it.”He turned slightly, gripping the edge of the wi