EVELYNThe clock on my office wall ticked louder than usual today. Each second stretched like taffy, pulling my patience thinner.I swirled the last of my bourbon in the crystal glass, watching the amber liquid cling to the sides before throwing it into my mouth. The burn did nothing to dull the irritation crawling under my skin. It was Adrian. Always Adrian. I slammed the glass down, the sharp crack echoing through the empty office. Emma peeked in, her ever-present notepad in hand. “Ms. Grant? Your three o'clock meeting is—”“Cancel it.” I didn't look up as I grabbed my coat. “I'm going out.”Emma hesitated. “There's also the—”“I said cancel it. Cancel everything!” I responded, my voice cold as ice. She flinched, nodding quickly before dashing out. Good. At least someone still knew their place. I decided to go to Adrian's apartment. This week was Nova's scheduled stay with him—the perfect excuse to drop by unannounced. Maybe we'd finally have that conversation he'd been av
LENAI hated AdrianI hated how he made me feel, how I always just gave in to him, how he always knew what to say to make everything feel better. I hated myself more, for always succumbing to him without as much as a fight.“Are you listening to me?” Adrian said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.“What?” I asked.“I said, let me take you out to make it up to you.” He smiled, pulling a strand of my hair from my face to behind my ears.“Ummm…I don't…”He cut me short. “I insist, please, kitten.”Then he led me to his car and smiled as he opened his door for me.“What are you doing? People might see.” I whispered.“It's late, I don't think anyone is around.” He responded and pulled me softly into his car.He sat down beside me and I watched his profile as the sunrays caressed his skin— his sharp jawline, the way his fingers tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel as he drove.“Why are you not saying anything?” I asked, nudging his shoulder.His hand found my thigh, warm th
ADRIANThe campus was quieter than usual as I walked through the quad, the early morning sun casting long shadows across the pavement. Doyle’s suspension had been the highlight of my week—no more smug glances in faculty meetings, no more thinly veiled insults disguised as academic debate. The man was a pest, and now he was gone. At least for a while. I adjusted the strap of my leather bag over my shoulder, nodding at a few students who greeted me as I passed. The dean’s office was my first stop—formalities, paperwork and the keys to my new office, just the usual nonsense. I noticed the dean changed his secretary, this one was different from the other one—she was older, she looked like she was in her late forties with a taste for low-cut blouses. She looked up as I entered. “Professor Knight,” she purred, leaning forward just enough to make her intentions obvious. “We missed you around here.” I barely glanced at her, I wasn't surprised that she knew me—I had that effect on wome
LENAI adjusted the strap of my bag for the third time in five minutes, my fingers fidgeting with the worn out edge. The café was exactly how Jeremy had described it—small, cozy, with fairy lights that were hung up along the ceiling and the smell of cinnamon hanging in the air. It was cute. Too cute. I spotted him immediately, sitting by the window. He looked up just as I walked in, his face breaking into that familiar, easy smile. “Lena,” he said, standing up too fast, nearly knocking over his coffee. “You made it.”“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile. “It was easy finding this place. Great place by the way.”He pulled out my chair like we were in some old-fashioned movie. I sat, trying to ignore the way my stomach twisted. “You look great, Lee.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. A nervous habit he’d had since we were kids. “Thanks,” I said, tucking my hair behind my ear. “You too.”We took a long pause then the waiter came by, and Jeremy ordered for both of us without askin
EVELYNI stared at the afternoon sun through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office then leaned back in my chair, swirling a glass of whiskey—neat, no ice—just the way I liked it. A sharp knock at the door interrupted the peace that I was basking on.“Come in,” I called, not bothering to look up. Emma stepped inside, her heels clicking against the polished floor. “Ms. Grant, Professor Doyle is here to see you.” A slow smile curled my lips. “Send him in.” Doyle strode in like a man who’d already won, his usual smugness rose up to unbearable levels. His tie was loosened, his cheeks were flushed, and there was a glint in his eyes that screamed victory. “Evelyn,” he said, dropping into the chair across from me without waiting for an invitation. “Today’s the day.” I arched my brow. “Is it?” “Oh, come on.” He laughed, running a hand through his already disheveled hair. “Don’t play coy. Adrian’s little empire is about to crumble. By this time tomorrow, he’ll be in Berlin, scr
ADRIAN “What's the status?” I answered as I picked up my phone from the marble countertop. The predawn light filtered through my penthouse windows as I fastened the last button on my suit jacket. The packed luggage by the door looked convincing enough in case anyone was watching—two leather suitcases and a duffel bag. The perfect image of a man preparing for an extended trip abroad. Marco's voice crackled through the line. “I checked and heard that Doyle was already popping champagne at the faculty club. The bastard's telling everyone you're running with your tail between your legs.” I adjusted my cufflinks. “Let him enjoy his little taste of victory.”“You sure about this, boss? Once we pull the trigger—”“It's already done.” I checked my watch. “Has Jax done it?”“Yes boss. He says the IRS just needs one more nudge.”The elevator dinged in my penthouse. Right on time. “The car’s here,” I said. “Keep the line open.”The campus was unusually quiet as my driver pulled up to th