LOGINEmma’s POVI started avoiding him like the plague.For the rest of island hopping, I stuck close to the other employees, practically glued myself to Jeremiah and Mia (who were suspiciously lovey-dovey after that fight), and made sure Lucas was at least ten feet away from me at all times.I was doing great. Amazing, actually.But then, one of the young executives from Lucas’s team—Claudia, I think—walked up to him while we were docked at a sandbar. She was gorgeous. All legs, sun-kissed skin, and a bikini that looked like it was personally designed to destroy my emotional stability.She laughed at something he said.Then she touched his arm.Touched. His. Arm.And Lucas—my personal tormentor—smirked back.I felt the heat crawl up my neck. What the hell was that? Jealousy? No. No way. I refused to accept it.I plunged into the water like I was fleeing the crime scene of my own emotions.When I surfaced, gasping, Claudia was still there. Still touching. Still laughing. And Lucas was… enj
Brandon’s POVDropping her off should have felt simple. But when I pulled up to her building and shifted the car into park, the air between us felt suspended—like if either one of us breathed too loudly, the whole night would spill out.Natalie unbuckled slowly. Too slowly.“Thanks for the ride,” she said, voice measured, professionally polite.Like we had just finished a meeting.Like my mouth hadn’t been on hers a short while ago.“Of course,” I managed.She opened the door. Paused.I waited for something—anything. A second glance. A half-smile. A sign that I hadn’t imagined all of it.Instead, she nodded once, crisp and controlled.“Goodnight, Brandon.”And then she left.I sat there long enough for the windshield to fog again.What the hell am I doing?I ran a hand through my hair, gripping hard. By the time I got home, exhaustion had started to settle in—the physical kind, not the emotional disaster currently lodged in the center of my chest.I had barely shut the door behind me
Natalie’s POVMy phone started ringing, slicing right through the heavy silence inside the SUV.I flinched. Brandon shifted beside me, still breathing unevenly from everything that nearly—almost—happened.I swallowed and picked up.“Arthur?”“Natalie!” His voice was bright, relieved, like someone who’d finally gotten air after drowning. “Good news—the wedding is pushing through. We’re moving the date, but it’s happening. And, uh… I just wanted to thank you. For everything you did. Really.”“Of course. I’m glad things are sorting out.”“You’re a lifesaver. Seriously. Thanks for the advice to drop Maison Vivra…” A pause. “Oh! And tell Brandon I said thanks too—if he’s with you. That guy’s been a rock.”My pulse jumped. I didn’t dare look at Brandon. “Uh—yeah. I’ll tell him.”We exchanged a few more polite lines, then I hung up.“That was Arthur,” I explained, still feeling awkward about the situation we’d just been in. “He just wanted to let us know that the wedding is pushing through.”
Emma’s POVI woke up to warm breath on my neck.Warm. Male. Definitely not mine.My eyes flew open — and I almost died right there.Lucas Ardent’s arm was wrapped around my waist while my back was pressed against his chest. His leg was thrown over mine and his face was buried against my neck.Like we’d been spooning all night.“WHAT THE—?!” I shrieked, jolting upright.He groaned sleepily, blinking awake. “Morning, Emma.”“Morning?!” I kicked him — hard — off the bed.He hit the floor with a thud. “Ow—! What the hell, Emma?!”“You—were—ON—ME!” I pointed wildly, my face on fire. “Why were you ON MY BODY?!”Lucas pushed himself up, hair messy, still annoyingly handsome, rubbing his side. Then the bastard actually laughed.“Relax, sweetheart. I sleep-move.” He smirked. “Admit it — you wanted to cuddle me.”“I want to drown you,” I snapped.“Kinky,” he said with a wink.I threw a pillow at him. He dodged.“Shut up! I’m calling the front desk.”I grabbed the phone and practically stabbed
Natalie’s POV“Come on,” I said quickly, my voice thinner than I wanted. “Let’s… let’s go home. We’re drenched.”Home. God. I didn’t even know why that slipped out.My heart was racing so hard it practically drowned out the thunder. I couldn’t feel the cold rain anymore—just the heat rushing through my veins, lighting up every nerve like fireworks.Brandon blinked, snapped out of whatever moment we’d almost had, and nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go.”We took off running through the puddles, half-laughing. Rain slapped against our faces and soaked our clothes until they clung to our skin. There was something wild and ridiculous about it, something that made me forget—just for a moment—who we were to each other.By the time we reached the parking lot, my hair was plastered to my cheeks and I could barely see.“That was insane,” Brandon breathed out, brushing water from his eyelashes.“Yeah,” I said softly. “Insane.”But the word meant something entirely different inside my chest.He reached his
Brandon’s POVThe moment Matthew jogged off after that phone call, the silence he left behind felt… charged.Just the two of us now.Natalie adjusted the strap of her bag, looking anywhere but at me. “You don’t have to stay. I can go home by myself.”I shoved my hands into my pockets. “Matthew asked me to take you home.”“I’m perfectly capable of—”“I know.” I exhaled, trying not to sound like an idiot. “I just… I’m here anyway.”She finally looked at me — a quick glance, sharp, assessing.My throat tightened before the words slipped out, uninvited. “So… is he your boyfriend now?”Her head snapped toward me. “What? No.”The relief punched through me so fast I nearly lost balance.I recovered quickly — or tried to. “Right. I mean… sorry. It’s none of my business.”“It really isn’t,” she muttered, crossing her arms.Jealousy twisted in my chest. It was ridiculous. Irrational. Completely unjustified.And completely unstoppable.I cleared my throat. “Do you, uh… want dessert?”That got he







