LOGINRhys’s POV “But she’s Mirabel’s best friend. She’s twenty-five, you’re forty-five, a widower, and her best friend’s father, this is kinda wrong in every way that counts. Power imbalance doesn’t even begin to cover it. And Mirabel…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “That girl worships you. Losing her mother the way she did, you’ve been her whole world. If she finds out you’ve been with Alicia behind her back, even if it started before she knew who Alicia was to her… it could break something.” “I know.” The words tasted bitter, I picked up the scotch again but didn’t drink. “Alicia’s terrified of that. She keeps pulling back, saying we have to stop, that it’s wrong, that Mirabel would never forgive either of us. She almost confessed to Mirabel when I sent her the rose. Alicia doesn’t want me to tell Mirabel yet. She needs time, she’s scared.” Hayes nodded slowly, processing what I’d said. “Smart girl. Scared, but smart. Are you planning to respect that?” “I am.” My grip tightened
Rhys’s POV The last message I sent Alicia still sat unanswered on my screen, she wasn’t typing, she probably got busy. I stared at it for another second—Would you be able to stay quiet for me, baby? Or would you whimper my name when I hit that spot that makes your legs shake?—before locking the phone and sliding it into the top drawer of my desk. She was at the library, surrounded by books and students, probably glancing around nervously with those pretty eyes wide and that faint blush creeping up her neck. The thought alone made my cock twitch behind my zipper, but I forced it down. I leaned back in the leather chair, rolling my shoulders once to ease the tension that had settled there. Hayes stepped into my office and sat across from me in one of the guest chairs, legs crossed, nursing a glass of water instead of his usual scotch. “Hey man, the numbers look solid,” Hayes said, tapping the screen. “Local partnerships are holding, and the environmental compliance cleared without
Alicia’s POV The call had been from one of her old high-school friends, some long story about winter break drama that had lasted nearly forty minutes. By the time Mirabel hung up, she’d been too distracted and sleepy to circle back to the rose. I’d dodged it, barely. But the near-miss sat heavy in my chest now, like a stone I couldn’t swallow. Mirabel was asleep in the next bed, one arm flung dramatically over her head, dark hair spilling across the pillow like ink. Her breathing was deep and even, the kind of peaceful sleep only someone with a completely clear conscience could manage. I envied her for that. Quietly, I slipped out from under the covers, careful not to make the mattress creak. I dressed in the dim light in soft jeans, an oversized cream sweater that swallowed my curves, and my hair twisted up into a messy bun. My phone stayed tucked deep in my bag, the sleek black box with the white rose hidden on the top shelf of my closet behind a stack of textbooks. I need
Alicia’s POV I lay perfectly still on my narrow bed, one arm draped over my stomach, the other resting limp at my side. My chest tightened until breathing felt like a conscious effort. Guilt sat heavy and cold right beneath my ribs, pressing harder every time I remembered Mirabel’s bright, trusting and caring attitude towards me, and how she’d innocently invited me to her house called me family. Beside me, the other bed creaked. Mirabel stirred, letting out a dramatic groan as she stretched her arms overhead, her long dark hair a tangled mess across the pillow. “Ughhh,” she mumbled, voice thick with sleep. “I miss Maria’s cinnamon French toast already. Campus coffee is going to taste like regret after that.” I forced a small laugh and turned my head toward her. “Morning, drama queen.” She blinked at me, then grinned that wide, sunny smile that always made my heart ache a little. “Morning, bestie. God, it felt so good to be home, didn’t it? Dad seemed happier too, I think having y
Alicia’s POV The morning we were due to return to campus felt heavier than I expected. I stood in the foyer with my suitcase, which was now packed with new clothes, books, jewelries, and cash in my wallet. Mirabel was bouncing on her toes beside me, already chatting nonstop. “Are you sure you have everything?” she asked for the third time, checking her own bag. “I packed extra snacks because campus food is trash. And the new sweaters we got? We’re wearing them on the first day back. Matching bestie vibes.” I smiled, trying to match her energy. “I have everything. Stop worrying.” Rhys appeared at the top of the staircase, dressed in a dark coat over a crisp shirt, looking every bit the billionaire CEO even on a travel day. His eyes found mine immediately, and something unspoken passed between us. “The convoy’s ready,” he said, his voice calm and authoritative. “Two SUVs in front, one behind. I’ll follow in my car. No risks this time.” Mirabel rolled her eyes playfully. “Dad, we
Rhys’s POV The living room glowed with soft lights from the massive tree Mirabel had insisted we redecorate together. Twinkling white lights mixed with the warm flicker of the fireplace, and the scent of pine, cinnamon, and freshly baked cookies filled every corner. Maria had outdone herself with dinner, she made roast turkey, glazed ham, mashed potatoes, and too many sides to count. We ate until we were comfortably full, laughing over stories Mirabel told about past holidays and the ridiculous gifts she used to beg for as a child. After dinner, we moved to the floor around the tree with mugs of spiced eggnog. We played games first, starting with charades, then a ridiculous round of “Never Have I Ever” that had Mirabel accusing me of being boring and Alicia laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink. The atmosphere was light, easy, the kind of family evening I hadn’t allowed myself to fully enjoy in years. Then we started exchanging gifts, Mirabel dove in first, tearing into pac
Alicia’s POV Mirabel’s voice rang bright and happy, slicing through the crisp air like nothing was wrong. Like the entire world hadn’t just tilted sideways in the space of one heartbeat. I stood frozen on the gravel, my fingers clenched so hard around the handle of my duffel b
Rhys’s POV Alicia descended the last step, her eyes locking with mine for a split second. I stared at her with hopes that she’d maybe giggle and tell me she was just playing with the response she gave me in the library, and acknowledge that she’s really the girl from that night. My head was begi
Rhys’s POV I’d been twisting and turning since we left the dining table, unable to take my mind off Alicia’s life, and unable to contain my happiness having confirmed from Hayes that she was truly the lady from that night. Her words at dinner kept replaying—the plane crash, the foster homes, the
Alicia’s POV Mirabel looped her arm through mine, tugging me out of the library with that bubbly energy that always made everything feel lighter. I let her drag me along, my legs still unsteady from the close call with Rhys. His question echoed in my head like a warning bell, but I shoved it down







