Bill’s POVThe last thing I expect is to see Serena’s name flash across my phone screen.I pick up, half-expecting her to give me some update about work or, if I’m lucky, to just check in. But her voice on the other end sounds hesitant, almost awkward, like she’s not used to whatever she’s about to
Serena’s POVI swear, the second I walk through Bill’s door, I realize I might have signed myself up for an ambush.There’s a whole team of people buzzing around like I’m the main attraction. Tables full of makeup brushes, rollers, and a million hair tools take over the room, and racks of gowns I on
Bill’s POVWhen Serena steps out, time stops.I don’t think I’ve ever seen her like this. The second she emerges from behind the screen, the room falls completely silent. Serena stands there, looking both stunning and unsure, her gaze sweeping over all of us, waiting for some kind of reaction. She’s
Serena’s POVThe first person I see on the red carpet is Ester, and when she spots me, her face lights up like she’s won already.“Serena! Look at you!” she gushes, pulling me into a quick, tight hug. “You look amazing.”I barely manage to stammer out a “thank you,” feeling a little flustered and de
Bill’s POVThe afterparty is chaos. Glancing around the room, I spot half a dozen celebrities losing their minds. A few feet away, Seth Rogen is laughing way too loudly at something Dave Chappelle just said. Doja Cat is dancing on top of a table, drink in hand. I shake my head with a smirk. Oscars
Serena’s POVThe drive home is quiet, but it’s not awkward—it’s the kind of quiet that lets everything from the night sink in. My head's still spinning from the party, the lights, the noise, and the fact that we were even there. It feels surreal.Stevie is passed out next to me, slumped against the
Bill’s POVI stand in front of the training dummy, hands clenched into fists, eyes locked on the target. It's been too long since I’ve been in the ring. Running Pinnacle AI has taken up most of my life these days, and while I’m good at what I do, I’ve missed this. Missed the way training clears my h
Serena’s POVHoly fuck.That’s the first thought that hits me when Bill opens the door, standing there like some sort of Greek god carved out of marble. He’s topless, and I mean, really topless — like, sweat glistening on his abs, broad shoulders flexing, and his chest looking like something out of
Serena’s POVThe champagne flute in my hand feels more like a prop than a drink. I swirl the bubbly liquid absentmindedly, smiling and nodding as the CFO of Etoile de Collin drones on about quarterly projections. Usually, I’d be all over this conversation, asking questions, offering insights. Tonig
Calvin’s POVThe tension in the boardroom feels alive, crackling in the air like static electricity. Every seat is filled, every face turned toward me, waiting for what I’ll say. Nathan sits at the far end of the table, leaning back with that same smug expression he always wears when he thinks he’s
Calvin’s POVThe morning starts like any other. Coffee, emails, reviewing a few documents before diving into back-to-back meetings. But by mid-morning, Maria bursts into my office without knocking, her face pale.“You need to see this,” she says, handing me her tablet.I take it, already bracing for
Stevie’s POVWhen I walk into the penthouse, the first thing I notice is the smell. Not the usual clean, faintly masculine scent that lingers around Calvin’s place, but something warm and unexpected — garlic, maybe? Definitely food.I follow the smell to the dining area, where I find Calvin standing
Calvin’s POVNathan’s voice echoes in the boardroom, smooth and confident, like he’s rehearsed this moment a hundred times.“As much as I respect Calvin’s contributions to Titan Group,” he says, gesturing toward me with a practiced air of humility, “I believe it’s time we take a serious look at how
Stevie’s POVWhen I step into the penthouse, the first thing I notice is the silence. The kind that feels intentional, like everyone’s holding their breath. The second thing I notice is her.Victoria.She’s sitting on the couch, looking way too comfortable for someone who doesn’t live here. Her hair
Calvin’s POVThe conference room feels stifling despite the cool air conditioning. A dozen cameras are trained on me, their lenses unflinching, while a low hum of murmured questions fills the space. I adjust the microphone in front of me, my fingers steady even though my chest feels tight.This isn’
Calvin’s POVThe phone starts buzzing before sunrise. At first, I ignore it, hoping for just a few more minutes of quiet. But when the buzzing doesn’t stop, I know it’s something I can’t avoid.I sit up, grabbing my phone off the nightstand. The screen is flooded with notifications — emails, texts,
Stevie’s POVThe smell of fresh coffee drags me out of sleep. I blink at the sunlight streaming through the windows and realize, for once, I don’t feel like I’m running late or already behind. The bedside clock says it’s just past seven, which is weird because Calvin is usually halfway out the door