Mag-log inELI’S POV.“Rowanne!” I hissed as her name spilt from my lips like a prayer. My hands instinctively flew to her hair, tangling in the soft, silken strands as if to anchor myself. The sight of her on her knees, and her lips so close to me, unravelled every ounce of control I thought I had left. She didn’t stop. She didn’t even hesitate. Her hands tugged my pyjama trousers down in one smooth motion, her fingers grazed the sensitive skin of my thighs before they cupped me fully, cradling my balls with just enough pressure to make my knees weak.“Fuck,” I groaned, my voice guttural, as my head tipped back against the cabinet. My chest heaved, and my grip on her hair tightened, not to stop her but to feel more of her, to keep her exactly where I needed her.Her hands were warm and soft, stroking me with a confidence that sent bolts of heat coursing through my body. I looked down, and the sight of her undid me completely. Her lips parted. The way her eyes flicked up to mine with this mix
ROWANNE'S POV.“I couldn’t sleep,” Eli said as he stepped closer. Each of his steps seemed measured, but my heart raced faster with every one of them. “What are you doing out here?”I glanced at the glass of water on the table. “Needed water,” I murmured, my voice quieter than I intended, unable to meet his gaze.But the truth? Water wasn’t the reason I was here. One hour. That’s how long I had spent lying in bed and trying to force my eyes shut, trying to silence the chaos in my head. It was no use. Eli was all I could think about, his voice, his hands, his lips. My mind spiralled, tangled in contradictions I couldn’t untangle. I wanted to confront him about Jett, about the investigation, about his mother putting spies on me. But instead, I found myself in a shameful erotic dream. A dream where his hands roamed my body, where his lips claimed mine, where I woke up breathless and damp with need.And now here he was, standing in front of me, looking at me like he could see every thou
ELI’S POV.“Eli...” Rowanne’s voice. That voice.God, I had missed it. Her voice, her scent, the way she shuddered when I touched her. It was intoxicating, like a drug I couldn’t quit no matter how much distance I tried to create. And now, here she was, in my arms. So close, so warm.“I love the way you say my name,” I murmured, my voice low and heavy. I leaned into her, inhaling deeply, trying to imprint her on every sense I possessed.The more I breathed her in, the greedier I became. I wanted to stay here, wanted more of her. All of her.“Does that mean you’ve forgiven me?” I asked.She didn’t answer right away, but she leaned into me. I felt her body soft and pliant against mine, melting. My hands trailed higher as I brushed lightly past the curve of her chest, letting her warmth seep through to my fingertips, until I let them settle around her neck. Gently, I turned her to face me.Rowanne’s soft moan sent a surge of heat through me, her hand instinctively gripping my arm to anc
ROWANNE’S POV.The ride was suffocatingly quiet, except for the soft hum of the car engine. The silence seemed to press against my chest, making it hard to breathe. My head was still pounding with his words from earlier. I couldn’t escape. I felt trapped by the car, by his presence, by everything I couldn’t bring myself to accept.I reached over and rolled the window down. The rush of wind hit me, but instead of relief, it was harsher than I’d anticipated, whipping my hair into my face and stinging my skin. It wasn’t the kind of air that soothed. I blinked hard before rolling the window back up. The quiet returned, heavier this time.My head turned toward him. “I want to go home.”I thought he wouldn’t answer at all, but then a low hum escaped his throat. Without a word, he turned the car around.I leaned back against the headrest, my eyes shutting for what felt like only a moment. When the car finally stopped. My eyes fluttered open and I blinked, looking around, but nothing about t
ROWANNE’S POV.The next day, I stepped into my office, trying to steady myself after a restless night.“Your coffee, Mrs Carter. Good morning,” Rita greeted as she placed a cup on my desk.“Thank you, Rita. Have you had yours?” I asked, offering her a faint smile.Rita grinned, raising her own cup for me to see. “Already handled, ma’am.”I nodded, settling into my chair and powering up my computer. “Any documents I need to sign today?”“None for now,” she replied, but then hesitated. Her tone shifted, curiosity laced in her voice. “Although, I heard something huge happened at Carter’s office last night.”I sighed softly, already dreading the direction of this conversation. “Rita,” I called her name, a gentle warning, hoping to avoid anything related to the Carters. But before I could stop her, she continued.“They took Mr Eli to the police,” she said, lowering her voice as if the walls had ears. “He’s being held as a suspect in your husband’s death.”The words hit me like a punch to t
ROWANNE'S POV.The morning crept in softly, but last night lingered, undeniably. Consciousness came slowly, and with it, so did every sensation Eli had left behind. His touch. His kiss. His words. They wrapped around me like a drug, refusing to let go. But most of all, there was the sharp sting between my thighs, a reminder that I had crossed a line I could never uncross. I had made love with Eli, Jett’s younger brother.The thought clawed at me as I shifted onto my stomach. My hand instinctively stretched across the bed but all I met was emptiness. The sheets were cold as if the body that had been there just hours ago had never existed. My heart stuttered painfully in my chest. Slowly, I opened my eyes, afraid of what I already knew I’d see.The bed was empty. No trace of him at all.For a long moment, I just lay there, staring at the space where his body had been. My fingers reached out tentatively as I brushed the sheets as if by some miracle I could feel him again. There was not







