로그인“Managed what?”“I don't know. Getting under my skin. Making me care.” The words sound completely absurd coming out of my mouth, but they’re true. “I've spent my whole life building walls, making sure nobody ever gets close enough to matter, close enough to do any damage.”“And she did.”“Without even trying. That's the maddening part.” I lean back into the chair, tilting my head to stare up at the ceiling molding. “The funny part is, I don't even remember the exact moment it happened. It’s not like a light switch went off.”“It rarely works that way.”“I just... I woke up one day and realized my first instinct wasn't to push her away anymore. Actually, I’ve wanted her around since the very first night I met her, even when I was pretending otherwise. I found myself wanting to know how her day had been. Me, the guy who couldn’t care less about small talk.” A bitter, self-deprecating smile crosses my face. “I always want to hear her complain about her day. I started looking forward to
I let out a rough, humorless laugh, dragging my hand down the back of my neck. The skin there feels tight, knotted up with the kind of tension that's been building for days.“I was honestly hoping you'd tell me,” I mutter, keeping my eyes fixed somewhere near the floorboards.One corner of Evelyn's mouth lifts just a bit. It’s that familiar, patient expression she always uses when I’m being particularly stubborn.“So you got in your car, drove almost an hour straight into the absolute middle of nowhere, just because you wanted me to explain why you're sitting in my office?”“When you put it like that, yeah, it sounds a little ridiculous.”“It sounds very you, Slade.”That actually earns the ghost of a smile from me. It’s small, and gone almost the exact second it shows up. But she catches it anyway. She always notices everything, no matter how fast I try to hide it.Evelyn doesn't rush to fill the space between us, she never does. Years ago, during my first few sessions, that silence
The gravel road off the main highway is just as rough as I remember it. I shift gears, keeping the engine humming low as the tires kick up loose stones along the winding, tree-lined path. It’s completely secluded out here, hidden deep in the woods away from the constant noise of the city. The whole place is intentionally designed to make you feel like you’re escaping the world. Right now, though, it just feels like I’m driving straight toward my own execution.I pass the crooked wooden fence, then the old stone marker right near the bend. Honestly, nothing has changed in the entire year I’ve been gone. The massive oak trees still block out most of the sun, throwing heavy, suffocating shadows across the hood of my car. The exact same neatly trimmed hedges line the brick walkway leading to the front door, and the white-framed windows still overlook the small, empty parking lot. Even the brass plaque mounted beside the entrance catches the morning sunlight exactly the way it used to.I
A week has passed, and if there is one thing I’ve gotten exceptionally good at, it’s lying to myself. I stare at the reflection in the boutique mirror, smoothing down the fabric of a dress I don’t care about, pretending the tightness in my chest is just fatigue. I am fine. I’ve repeated the words so many times over the last seven days that they almost sound convincing. “I’m over it. I’m over him.”Except my phone is sitting face down on the velvet ottoman behind me, a heavy, silent reminder of everything I’m trying to escape.Slade hasn’t stopped trying. The screen lights up multiple times a day with missed calls, voicemails I refuse to play, and texts begging me to just meet him somewhere, anywhere, to talk. Every single time, I force my fingers to swipe the notifications away, ignoring the hollow ache that follows.I have to. My wedding with Nathaniel is next week, and there is no room left anymore for distractions. I’ve spent the last seven days systematically trying to scrub Slad
“She believes she's nothing to me.”I continue, the confession slipping out before I even realize it has. Maybe it's the whiskey, or maybe it's just the fact that I've spent the last hour replaying that scene in my head and I'm sick of carrying it alone.I drag a hand down my face and stare into the amber liquid in my glass.“Meeka thinks she's just another face. Another woman I picked up because I was bored and needed to pass the time.”The words leave a bitter taste in my mouth as I let them out.“We've shared almost everything else, Rafe. Everything. And somehow she walked out of my apartment believing I don't want her.”A rare look of genuine surprise crosses Rafe's face.He still doesn't believe I'm the one sitting right here and right now, being like this because of a woman. He's never seen me like this before because I've never been this way at all.But Meeka isn't just any woman.“So what did you tell her?” Rafe asks, cutting into my thoughts.I let out a rough laugh that soun
The numbers above the elevator door slowly bleed from one floor to the next, leaving me standing alone in the suffocating quiet of the hallway.By the time I finally forced myself to move, taking the stairs three at a time just to do something with the frantic, useless energy spiking in my veins, the garage was already empty. The screech of her tires still seemed to echo off the concrete walls, but her car was gone. She had driven out of my penthouse before I could even make it down to the lobby.My first instinct—the only instinct I’ve ever known when something I need slips through my fingers, was to hunt her down. I actually got into my car, put my hand on the wheel, blood from my split knuckles smearing across the leather, ready to tear through the city streets and follow her straight to her apartment building. I wanted to kick her door down if I had to, pin her to a wall, and force her to listen to the truth.But midway through starting the engine, I stopped. My hands just froze
MEEKA'S POV::My soul has yet to return to my body. I’m frozen, not moving or breathing, just staring straight ahead, my trembling hands clinging to the wheel as if letting go would send us tumbling into space.The noise of the cheering crowd finally breaks through, and I’m jolt
SLADE'S POV::I think the alcohol in this bottle is messing with my head right now, because there’s no way I’m seeing who I think I’m seeing.But everything slows down the moment my eyes lock onto her, as if the engines, the shouts, and the music have all been muted at once. It’
The drive to Meeka’s place is even quieter than the night itself.She’s slumped in the passenger seat, buried in the jacket I practically forced onto her the second she stopped shaking enough to walk. Her hands are tucked deep into the sleeves, like she’s trying to disappear inside the fabric. Sin
"Meeka."Hearing my real name stops me in my tracks.Even though I’m still angry with him, I dislike that he called me that. I wish he understood just how much I’ve come to hate it when he uses my name instead of the other one he calls me, and hearing it now only tightens something in my chest.I l







