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Dangerously mine Fourty Seven
There’s a certain kind of silence that doesn’t feel empty.It feels… loaded.Like something is sitting just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to rise.That was what the house felt like that morning.Not calm.Not peaceful.Just… brewing.I noticed it in the way the staff moved.In the way conversations stopped just a second too quickly when I entered a room.In the way Cheryl hadn’t said a word to me since yesterday’s luncheon.Which, somehow, felt worse than if she had.Because Cheryl Navarro was not the type of woman who stayed quiet without reason.Silence, with her, was strategy.Flavian was already in his study when I stepped in.Papers spread across his desk.Laptop open.Phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as he spoke in low, controlled tones.“…no, push the meeting to Thursday. I want the revised numbers before I sign anything.”A pause.His eyes lifted briefly and landed on me.Something in his expression softened.“…I’ll call you back,” he said before
Dangerously mine Forty Six
I should have known the peace wouldn’t last.Not in this house.Not with Cheryl Navarro under this roof.The morning had started… deceptively normal.Flavian had left early for the office after a quiet, unresolved exchange that neither of us had the energy to continue. My son had gone to school. The house had settled into that strange, suspended calm that always came before something shifted.I was in the nursery.My space.The only space that still felt like mine.I was seated in the armchair, a soft fabric sample draped across my lap, trying to decide between two shades that looked almost identical but felt completely different.Warm ivory.Soft cream.It shouldn’t have mattered.But it did.Because lately, the smallest decisions felt like the only ones I still had control over.A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts.“Come in,” I called.Amara stepped in.But something about her posture was… off.Too careful.Too measured.“Ma’am,” she said gently, “there are guests downstairs.”I
Dangerously mine Forty Five
By the time I got back from yoga, my body felt lighter.Not physically.Mentally.Like for a brief moment, I had stepped outside of everything that had been suffocating me since Cheryl walked into this house and decided to rearrange my life like it was furniture she didn’t like.The quiet stretches.The controlled breathing.The reminder that I was still in my body. Still in control of it.I needed that.Because lately…It hadn’t felt like it.I stepped into the house slowly, slipping off my shoes at the entrance, the familiar scent of home wrapping around me in a way that should have felt comforting.But didn’t.Not completely.Not anymore.I walked further in, one hand resting absently on my belly, the other brushing lightly against the wall as I moved.Something felt off.Subtle.But there.Like the air had shifted slightly.Like something had already been decided before I walked in.And I hated that feeling.I found him in the living room.Flavian.Sitting on the couch, leaning fo
Dangerously mine Forty Four
FLAVIAN'S POVI don’t like strangers in my house.It’s not something I say out loud often, but it’s something I’ve always known.Control has always been… necessary.Predictable environments. Predictable people.That’s how things stay steady.That’s how things don’t fall apart.And yet here I am.Standing in my own living room.Watching a woman I barely know move through it like she belongs here.Celeste.She stood by the window, her posture relaxed, one hand lightly resting against the frame as she looked out into the garden.Calm.Composed.Too comfortable.“You needed something?” I asked.She turned immediately, a small, polite smile forming on her lips.“Not at all,” she said smoothly. “I was actually hoping to speak with you, if you have a moment.”I hesitated.Not because I didn’t have time.Because I didn’t like the idea of it.But still, I nodded.“Go ahead.”Her gaze flickered briefly toward the hallway.Toward where Fiona had disappeared earlier.Then back to me.“It’s about
Dangerously mine Forty Three
The next afternoon felt… intentional.Not tense.Just… important.I had spent the morning going over everything twice—notes, questions, even the small details I didn’t want to forget.By the time the doorbell rang, I was already in the living room.Flavian came down a moment later, adjusting his watch.“You’re nervous,” he observed.“I’m prepared,” I corrected.He huffed lightly.“Same thing.”“Not even close.”Amara ushered her in moments later.“Good afternoon,” the woman said warmly as she stepped inside, extending her hand. “I’m Miriam.”She looked exactly how I imagined; calm, grounded, the kind of presence that didn’t demand attention but held it anyway.“Fiona,” I said, shaking her hand. “Thank you for coming.”“Of course,” she smiled. “And you must be Flavian.”He nodded.“Yes.”A beat.“I’ll admit, this is new territory for me.”Miriam’s smile didn’t falter.“It usually is for fathers,” she said easily.That earned the smallest shift in his posture.We settled into the living
Dangerously mine Forty Two
I shouldn’t have been this aware of footsteps.But I was.Even before I saw him, I knew Flavian was back.The sound of the front door closing was too controlled; no rush, no irritation, just the clean precision of someone stepping into a space they already understood was unstable.I was standing in the hallway when he appeared.Suit hanging from his hand.Sleeves rolled just enough to suggest he had stopped caring about formality for the day.His eyes met mine briefly.Not surprised.Just acknowledging.“You’re home early,” I said.“I said I would be,” he replied.I nodded once.A pause settled between us familiar now. Not comfortable. Just… habitual.Before I could say anything else, voices drifted in from the sunroom.Cheryl’s.And then Celeste’s.Flavian didn’t even hesitate.He walked toward it.And against my better judgment, I followed. closely.Just enough to see.The sunroom doors were half-open.Inside, Cheryl was seated with one leg slightly elevated, her posture carefully
Dangerously mine TWELVE
FIONAThe workday dragged.I looked at the clock more times than I could count, willing the minutes to move. Luna sending me to the filing room was a small mercy. At least there, my hands had something to do to distract me.As I sorted through files for the Delaney case, my thoughts slipped where
Dangerously mine TEN
FLAVIAN'S POVI was reviewing the deposition outline when my secretary informed me the lawyers had arrived.I gathered the remaining papers and left my office, already in the mindset I used for situations like this. Depositions weren’t new. This wasn’t the first time I’d had to defend my company’s
Dangerously mine NINE
I stopped sulking when it stopped accomplishing anything.Grandma left the morning after our argument. She hugged me too tightly, said it hadn’t been an ambush but only love expressed in a way i did not appreciate. I nodded like I understood. I didn’t. Love wasn’t supposed to feel like criticism.
Dangerously mine EIGHT
FlavianThe office was silent in the way only expensive spaces could be. The kind of quiet designed to keep thoughts organized, contained.Normally, it worked.Up here, problems turned into numbers. Risks turned into contracts. Decisions were clean and Controlled.Tonight, none of that helped.I lo
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