Xander’s POVShe was turning toward the exit when, as soon as Beatrice’s eyes fell on the check, time went deliciously slow.The way her breath hitched, the slightest tremor in her fingers as they curled a bit against the table, as if she were bracing herself against the temptation to reach out and touch the check, I did not miss. A check for an obscene sum of money. A check that might alter her life completely.Good.She needed to see it. She needed to understand what it meant — what I was willing to do to have her here.Her eyes skimmed the numbers again, widening ever so slightly and then sliding back up to meet mine. Her face was hesitant, the logical voice that told her this offer was too good to be ignored battling with the uncertainty that made her take the step back.I leaned back in my chair, watching her closely. The way that her shoulders got tense, the way her throat moved with a swallow — she weighed a possible choice, she was trying to talk herself out of it, trying to
Xander’s POVI sank back in my chair, exhaling slowly as the final piece of the crisis with my family fell into place.It had been chaos these last couple of days, blinding, deafening, a settling storm that pushed the bursts of stifled resentments and history and the heavy chains of obligations weighing me down. But I had handled it.The crisis was resolved.And yet I did not feel at peace.Instead, some new disturbance had crept into my head and burrowed inside, like a parasite feasting on my anger.Robert Lee.My fingers were clenched in a fist on my desk, the shining wood creaking beneath the strain. Ryder stood across from me with his arms crossed, his face surly.“He offered her a job,” Ryder said, speaking under his breath.My jaw locked. My teeth automatically tensed as I felt a sudden sharp pain, but I barely noticed.That bastard.I should’ve seen it coming.He was always vulture overhead at the first sign of weakness, and dialysis was no exception. As soon as he perceived a
Beatrice’s POVThe closer I got to my apartment, the more I could think of Robert’s offer. I should forget about it. Assume that meeting never took place. But the promise of more — more freedom, more recognition, more security — wrapped around me like an intoxicating perfume I couldn’t wash off.Was this a trap?You deserve better.The voice of Robert slinked into my head like a venomous whisper.My mind raced then, which by the time I got to my apartment, gave me a headache from too much analysis. My fingers shook a little as I unlocked the door and walked in.I was suddenly surrounded by warmth. Sarah was snuggled up on the couch, a heavy blanket wrapped around her, a bowl of popcorn half-empty on her lap. As I walked in, she looked up, her sharp brown eyes scanning my face in one quick motion. I was not expecting her here, though I was sure she had the spare key to my apartment.Her brows furrowed. She knows something’s up.“What happened?” she said, putting the bowl to the side.I
Beatrice’s POVI should say no. I should walk away.But curiosity — dangerous, reckless curiosity — held me in place.How many times had I reminded myself that I wouldn’t consider anything that issued from Robert Lee? He was the competitor of our company. And here I was, standing in front of him, debating whether to listen.That alone told me how much my world had changed.“…One coffee,” I said after a long pause, my voice steadier than I felt. “That’s all.”“After you,” he said smoothly.I rolled my eyes but said nothing. There was no point. The moment I hesitated was the moment I had made my decision.The interior was engulfed with the smell of lush coffee, leather chairs, and polished wood as I walked in. It was an expensive café, the kind of place where businessmen met over lattes to broker million-dollar deals, where power traded hands in hushed conversations, where a guy like Robert Lee felt right at home.A waiter promptly directed us to a secluded corner booth, away from pryi
Beatrice's POV.All I knew as I walked into the office that morning is that I was going to take on Xander.He’d avoided me for the last two days. Not in the blatant, in-your-face way, but in subtle, calculated moves that left me little choice but to notice. There were no wayward glances across the office, no charged silences sparking between us. Not even a casual brushing of fingers or the well-known heat that always simmered when we occupied the same space.As if everything that was said and done in Cape Town never happened.Like it had never mattered at all.I was done being patient.Bursting toward his office, I barely noticed the curious looks from staffers as I flung the door open without knocking.Xander was at his desk, scanning files, feigning indifference. He hardly even looked up at my abrupt entrance.“Beatrice,” he acknowledged flatly.That was it. No warmth. No teasing. Just cold detachment.Something inside me snapped.I slammed the door behind me, the noise reverberati
Beatrice’s POVThe second after I opened the front door I hardly had time to breathe before being attacked by three forces of nature; Sarah told me something about aunty Silvia. I suppose she had already taken them home."Mommy!""You're finally back!""You were gone forever!"I stumbled a little but managed to keep standing as Caleb, Cooper and Charlotte all wrapped around me like overexcited puppies. I laughed, the tension of the past few days evaporating as I hugged them back.“I missed you guys too,” I said, tousling Cooper’s hair then hitting Charlotte’s forehead with a kiss. I gripped Caleb’s arm, warmth spreading in my chest. But “it’s not that long ago.”Charlotte recoiled, her lips retreating into a theatrical pout. "It has! You were gone for days, and you hardly called us!”Cooper huffed, his arms crossed. "Yeah! And do you know how boring it is without you? There was no one to adjudicate our beefs.”Caleb smirked. "Not true. I settled them my way."Charlotte shifted to loo