Aria’s POVMonday morning, 6 amText exchangeJay: Good morning, Love. I just wanted to be the first to say good morning and have a great day.I blinked at the phone, and dammit I actually smiled. Jalen had been blowing up my messages since yesterday. All these soft, ridiculously sweet texts I had no business entertaining:Jay: Love, I can’t wait to see you on Wednesday, hopefully I will.Jay: Love, I miss you already.Jay: Love, call me sometime.I shook my head. I have to stay away from that man, but of course, I never listen to my brain. My heart takes over every damn time.Me: Good morning to you too, Jay. I hope you have a great day.Jay: I will now, Love, that you sent me that message.Me: Jalen, remember we are just friends. I don’t know about calling you.Jay: Friends call friends all the time, Love.Me: Jay, TTYL8 ok.Jay: Boooo. Okay, later.I tossed my phone on the bed and dragged myself up. Shower. Clothes. Makeup. The usual armor. Sliding into my Audi e-tron felt like sli
Aria’s POVAs we stepped out into the backyard, all eyes swung to me and Jalen. For a split second, I felt the air shift and the conversations dipped, just enough for me to notice. I rolled my eyes and kept moving, not about to give anyone the satisfaction of thinking something had gone down in that little room earlier.Maya’s voice broke the tension. “Look, Tt! I can flip!” She launched herself on the trampoline, her braids bouncing as she tucked into a forward roll. Cameron wasn’t about to be outdone, and he jumped right after her, landing with the same proud grin his sister wore. Their laughter cut through the buzz of adult chatter, and I gladly let them distract me, and I stood close and watched them.Camille and Nia strolled over, both with those knowing smirks that made me brace myself.“So,” Nia asked, tilting her head, “how was your little talk?”I shrugged, playing it cool. “It was… a lot. We cleared up things I’d been carrying around for years. We agreed to keep it friendly.
Aria’s POVI slipped into my room, unzipping the pant suit that had been hugging me all evening. Piece by piece, I stripped it away until I stood bare, skin humming with both nerves and anticipation. From my suitcase, I pulled out my Kelly green two-piece set, which consisted of high-waisted leggings and a cropped top that clung in all the right places. Comfortable but intentional. I wanted him to see me. To hear me. To finally know everything.Sliding my cloud shoes on, I folded my discarded clothes neatly into the suitcase. My flight leeave tonight at 10 p.m.one more clock that I was silently racing with. Pulling my hair up into a high ponytail, I studied myself in the mirror. Not the polished, guarded woman I’d been wearing as armor today. Just me. Vulnerable and determined. I spritzed some Ferragamo across my neck and wrists and whispered a breath, Okay. Here I go.By the time I stepped into the living room, Camille and Kendall had just arrived through the front door with three o
Aria’s POV Sunday – 12:30 p.m. The table was alive with laughter, chatter, and that old rhythm of familiarity that comes with people who have known each other too long to pretend. We ate, we joked, and for a moment, it felt almost… safe. Brian’s phone rang mid-sentence, his whole face lighting up. He excused himself quickly, practically running toward the exit as he answered, “Hey, love.” His voice was soft, sweet even. I couldn’t help but smile, because I knew exactly who was on the other end. Rollie. My Rollie, well, not mine, but my gentle giant of a friend, one of the best souls I’ve ever known. I took another sip of juice, feeling Jalen’s eyes on me. “So wait,” he said slowly, leaning closer, “when Brian said his man is on the phone… he meant his partner?” I laughed, shaking my head. “Yes, Jalen. Brian is bisexual. Rollie is gay. They’ve been together for a while now.” He studied me, eyes narrowing just slightly. “So… you and Brian done nothing, ever?” That made me laugh
Jalen’s POVSunday 10:45 amAs I pull up to the university ballroom, I see cars lined up, people stepping out in pressed suits and polished dresses, with bags tucked neatly at their sides. The kind of crowd that thrives off shaking hands and flashing smiles while quietly sizing each other up.Caanan eases the car to a stop. I thank him, tell him I’ll call when this is over, and remind him about the flight. My pilot already confirmed that the plane will be ready to leave at five. That gives me just enough time to handle what I came here for.Inside, the welcome desk is unmanned but neatly arranged, materials stacked high, a wide glass bowl waiting for business cards. I slide one of mine in and grab a souvenir bag like everyone else did, and start stuffing it with brochures. But one catches my eye,Bright Initiative Group, Inc.I paused. My chest tightens. Who the hell here works with them?That’s not just any company. That’s my leverage into them working with us. That’s the access I n
Aria’s POVSunday 10:30 amWe walked into the university ballroom, Nia at my side, Matt behind us carrying the last of the boxes. The room buzzed with early energy, tables set up with brochures and business cards, colors catching the morning light through the wide glass windows. This networking brunch wasn’t just a social event, but it was like a chessboard, every player sliding into position. Entrepreneurs, alumni, parents, and even freelancers are all looking to swap contacts and find opportunities.I kept it simple. Bright Initiative Group’s materials went on the table, which looked clean, minimal, and professional. I didn’t need to overexpose myself here. I’d already secured a few connections with Michael and Brian, and I liked keeping my profile low.“Ben, is this good enough?” I asked, stepping back from the display.He looked over, nodding. “Perfect. Katie’s finishing up the children’s corner now.”By the time we wrapped, it was almost 11:20. I glanced at the clock. “Let’s chec