LOGINBRYNN POVThe boat slices through the crystal waters of the Aegean, sunlight glinting off the waves and misting over the deck.Vex stands at the bow, one hand gripping the railing. His white linen shirt billows in the breeze—a stark contrast to his usual black.He turns as I approach, his gaze flicking over my blue dress with a brief glint of approval.The captain calls something in Greek. Vex responds without taking his eyes off me.“We’ll be passing the main harbor soon,” he says. “There’ll be eyes watching.”He extends his hand, expression unreadable. My gaze drifts to his bandaged arm.“Does it hurt?”The question surprises even me. For a second, something real—something unguarded—flickers between us.Vex shakes his head. “It’s almost healed.”He studies the bandage a moment longer, as if uncertain whether to believe his own words.The boat rounds a curve, revealing the crowded harbor ahead. Tourists and locals turn to stare at the sleek vessel gliding by.Vex’s fingers find mine,
BRYNN POV I slip back into my room, locking the door behind me. My frustration with Vex has reached a limit I can barely contain. I want to hit him. And kiss him. Both urges war inside me until I can’t tell where anger ends and something far more dangerous begins. I drop onto the bed and close my eyes, praying for sleep that never comes. My mind won’t stop replaying every word, every glance, every restrained touch. By morning, the light filtering through the curtains paints the room in soft gold. A folded note lies on the floor—slid under my door sometime in the night. The handwriting is sharp and deliberate, controlled—just like its author: “I’ve arranged for a boat tour today. Maintain appearances for a few hours. One more week of appearances.” I exhale sharply. Even his orders are polite. Drawn to the window, I push the curtain aside. Below, on the terrace, Vex stands speaking into his phone, posture rigid. His voice is too low to make out, but his expression says enough—ten
VEX POVMy breath catches audibly, control slipping for just a moment before I reclaim it with visible effort.My hand tightens around her waist, fingers pressing into her skin through the thin fabric of her dress.“Careful, Brynn. There are games you don’t want to start with me.”The words come out low, dangerous—a warning dressed like a whisper.I guide her toward a small jewelry shop, posture relaxed but my eyes scanning for threats. To anyone watching, we’re the perfect picture of a possessive husband showing off his new bride. Only we can feel the tension crackling beneath the surface.As we step inside, I lean down, lips barely brushing her ear.“You’re playing with fire,” I murmur. “Fix your attitude.”Her eyes lift to mine—unchanging, unbothered. There’s a spark there I haven’t seen before. Half bratty, half flirty. It unsettles me more than I’ll admit.Then she grabs my collar and pulls me in close, her lips ghosting my ear. To anyone else, it looks like affection. But we bot
BRYNN POVMorning arrives with relentless Mediterranean sunlight, pouring through the terrace doors like a spotlight I can’t escape. The scent of coffee and fresh pastries drifts through the villa — cruelly domestic for a place that feels anything but peaceful.Vex sits at the table outside, already dressed in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms. His knuckles are bandaged.He looks up when I enter, his face carved into practiced neutrality.“Good morning.”His tone is polite, clipped — like we’re business partners sharing a meal after a deal gone bad.He gestures to the spread before him. “The doctor will be here at ten to check my arm.”I nod once, taking the seat across from him. I pour coffee, ignoring the food. Appetite doesn’t stand a chance against tension this thick.Vex watches me over the rim of his cup, eyes tracking my movements with a predator’s patience.He sets the cup down, the soft clink against porcelain unnaturally loud in the quiet.“You should eat s
BRYNN POV Vex’s thumb grazes my lip. He looks at me—asking for permission without words. I give it. He leans in, his lips inches from mine, voice soft but commanding. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” I shake my head, whispering, “No… don’t stop.” All of Vex’s control shatters at my words. Everything he’s fought to restrain slips free. His lips claim mine—gentle at first, then hungry. His hand slides to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my wet hair as the kiss deepens. The taste of salt water and liquor mingles between us. When he finally pulls back, his breathing is ragged, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. “This changes nothing,” he says—but the rough edge in his voice betrays him. His thumb traces my lower lip again, eyes following the motion like it’s the only thing tethering him. “Three years. That was our deal.” He says it like he’s reminding himself, not me. The bioluminescent glow swirls around us, painting his face in shifting shades of blue. He waits
BRYNN POV Vex disappears down the hallway, his footsteps nearly silent against the stone floor. The villa settles into quiet—only the distant sound of waves breaking against the cliffside and the occasional murmur of security through earpieces remind me that peace here is manufactured. Controlled. As evening falls, the terraces come alive. Soft amber lights line the stone steps, the infinity pool glowing an impossible blue against the darkening sky. The entire place feels suspended between heaven and hell. A knock breaks the silence. Vex stands in the doorway, changed into a simple black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows. No suit. No tie. Just him. And somehow that feels more dangerous. “I’ve had dinner arranged on the lower terrace,” he says, voice low, even. “If you’re hungry.” My eyes flick to his arm—still bandaged. He notices. “The doctor will be here tomorrow morning,” he offers before I can ask. “To check it.” I nod once and follow him out. The lower terrace is bath







