MasukJoella’s POVMy knees went weak. Callum’s hands on my hips held me up.“I’m going to read the list,” Cavern said. “And you’re going to count. Out loud. Because whatever number you reach at the end…” He paused. “That’s how many times you’re going to come tonight.”I stared at him.“You can’t be serious.”“Count, Ember.”He looked down at his phone.“One. Moaning over the bread at Eleni’s.”I swallowed. “That was an accident.”“Count.”“…One.”“Two. Squeezing my c*ck under the table at Eleni’s while you ate it.”“That was revenge. You started it.”“Count.”“Two,” I muttered.“Three. The honey.”Behind me, Callum made a low sound. “What honey?”“She sucked honey off my thumb,” Cavern said, without looking up from the phone. “Slowly. While staring at me.”“Asteraki.” Callum sounded delighted. “You didn’t.”“It was very good honey,” I said weakly.“Count.”“Three.”“Four. Ignoring nine text messages.”“I was at dinner with my friends!”“Nine, Ember. I counted. Count.”“…Four.”“Five.” His
Joella’s POVCallum’s apartment wasn’t what I expected.I don’t know what I expected, exactly. Something like Cavern’s penthouse, I guess. Marble floors and walls of glass and paintings that looked like they had never been touched by human hands. A place so perfect you were scared to sit on the furniture.This wasn’t that.But it wasn’t a regular apartment either. Not even close.Theo drove us to a quiet, tree-lined street in Tribeca and pulled up in front of an old brick building that used to be a warehouse a hundred years ago. Somebody had spent a fortune turning it into something else. The bricks had been cleaned until they glowed a deep, warm red. The huge arched windows were new, black-framed, and spotless. There was no fancy canopy and no doorman in a uniform out front. Just a heavy black steel door with a sleek little keypad beside it and two security cameras watching from above.Of course. Security company.Callum punched in a code without looking. The door clicked open into a
Joella’s POV“Her name is Mona Adler,” Cavern said calmly, like he wasn’t currently ruining my entire life under the table. “She’s an investor. Four years ago, she put money into Harrington Holdings. Two million dollars. Harrington cooked the books, the same way he tried to with us. She lost everything she put in.”Buzz. A little stronger.I gripped my napkin in my lap.“Nobody believed her,” Cavern went on. “She tried to tell people Harrington was a fraud, and they laughed at her. So she spent four years quietly collecting proof. Bank records. Old contracts. Emails. Waiting for someone else to catch him.”Buzz. Stronger.My breathing was getting shallow.“The morning after I pulled out of the deal, she called me. She’d heard. She said, ‘I think we have the same problem.’” His eyes held mine. “Last night was the first time we sat down to go through everything. That’s what that dinner was. Spreadsheets. Bank records. Harrington.”I stared at him.Spreadsheets.Her hand on his arm. Her
Joella’s POVThe waiter came. A thin, serious man with silver hair and a little gold pin on his lapel. He poured water into our glasses from a crystal pitcher and recited the specials in a soft, respectful voice. Truffles. Wagyu. Something with caviar. Something with gold leaf. I understood maybe half of it.I tucked my napkin into the neckline of my gown like a bib.Callum burst out laughing.“Don’t,” I warned him.“I’m not saying anything.”“You’re laughing.”“I’m enjoying the view.” His eyes twinkled. “A million-dollar gown with a napkin bib. It’s very you.”The waiter, God bless him, didn’t even blink. He just nodded at me with total respect, like women in Delacroix gowns tucked napkins into their necklines every night of the week.Cavern ordered wine. Callum ordered food for the whole table without even opening the menu. The waiter bowed slightly and left, closing the door behind him.Then it was just the three of us.And the candles.And the city.And the remote.Both of their h
Joella’s POVThe night air hit my face the second we stepped out of the hotel.It was cool and sharp and smelled like the city. Car exhaust and roasted nuts from a street cart and the faint, sweet perfume of the rich women still spilling out the gold doors behind us. After the hot glow of the ballroom, it felt like stepping into cold water.I needed it. My whole body was still buzzing. Not from the remote. From everything else.Callum was holding my arm. Cavern was right behind me, his hand resting low on my back, his fingers right at the base of my spine where the gown dipped.And the photographers went crazy.“Mr. Kingston! Mr. Kingston, over here!”“Callum! Is it true you paid a million dollars?”“Miss Smith! Miss Smith, who are you wearing?”Who was I wearing? Who was I wearing? I was wearing a gown made of eight thousand crystals that I didn’t pay for, a necklace I couldn’t afford, and a pair of vibrating panties controlled by the man on my left. That was who I was wearing.“Dela
Joella’s POVI blinked. In all this time, I had never asked. I had heard it on the roof, whispered against my ear in the dark, and I had wondered. But I never asked. Asking felt like admitting it mattered.“No,” I said.He reached up and touched one of the tiny crystals on my sleeve. Just one. With the tip of his finger.“It’s Greek,” he said. “It means little star.”Everything inside me went still.Little star.He had called me that on the roof. Before he knew my name. Before he knew anything about me. He had looked at a stranger at a rail and called her his little star.And tonight I was standing in front of him covered in stars.“Callum,” I whispered.“When I walked in and saw you up there in this dress,” he said, his voice low and a little rough, “I thought, of course. Of course that’s what she’s wearing. The universe has a sense of humor.” He smiled. Softer this time. Not mischievous. Just him. “You look beautiful, Asteraki. You looked beautiful on the roof, too. But tonight…” He
When I finally got to my room, I stopped in the doorway and just stared.It was beautiful. Really, genuinely beautiful. The room was spacious and airy, with high ceilings and large windows that looked out over the water. The last light of the evening was painting the Mediterranean in shades of oran
Those blue eyes. God, those blue eyes.Up close, they were even more intense than I'd noticed from across the room. They were the kind of blue you saw in pictures of the Mediterranean—deep and clear and impossibly bright. They held a sharpness to them, an intelligence, like he was taking in everyth
Lia’s POVThe words hit me like a physical blow. Like he'd reached across the space between us and punched me in the stomach.Better than I ever did.I thought about all the times I'd tried to please him. All the times I'd gotten on my knees for him, wanting to make him feel good, wanting him to wa
Lia’s POVA real smile, not the annoyed half-smile he usually gave me. His eyes lit up as he looked at her, traveling down her body slowly, taking his time."I don't need anything for now," he said, and his voice was different. Warmer. Friendlier. Flirty, even."Okay, sir," she purred, holding his







