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 POVI’m on top of Bill, and I can feel the heat of his body through my clothes.I blink, frozen for a second as I realize the position I’m in — literally straddling him, our faces inches apart. His eyes are locked on mine, wide and a little surprised, and for a moment, neither of us moves.
Bill’s POVThe second Serena leaves the gym, I feel so turned on.I head straight for the shower, my thoughts running wild. The cold tile feels good against my feet, grounding me for a second, but it’s not enough to cool the heat surging inside me. I strip off my shorts, semi-hard already, the thoug
Serena’s POVI can’t sleep.No matter how much I toss and turn, the feeling of Bill’s hands on me during training, the way his body hovered over mine, and the heat between us won’t let me rest. My mind keeps going back to that moment on the mat. The closeness, the intensity, the way he looked at me.
Serena’s POVI’m finally getting the hang of this.Training with Bill is going way better than I thought it would. At first, it was awkward — especially after all the tension from the other night — but now, we’ve settled into a rhythm. There’s still that tension, sure, but it’s like we’ve learned to
Serena’s POVI shouldn’t be here.I sit at the small corner table in Trattoria Rossi, my fingers tapping lightly on the stem of my water glass. The restaurant is dimly lit and cozy, but I can’t shake the unease that’s been sitting in my stomach since I walked in. I didn’t bother dressing up for this
Calvin’s POVAndrea Michaels sits across from me in the dimly lit private lounge at the Lancaster Hotel, swirling her espresso like she has all the time in the world. She’s been with Titan Group for years — sharp, strategic, and one of the few board members I actually trust.Which is exactly why thi
Stevie’s POV“I’m just saying, the guy is shady as hell,” I say, pacing around the living room, laptop balanced precariously on one hand. “You don’t randomly show up at my exhibit, snapping pictures of me instead of my work, unless you’re up to something.”Calvin leans back on the couch, his arms cr
Bill’s POVThe conference call finally ends, and I lean back in my chair, rubbing the tension from my neck. Managing RGE and Pinnacle AI remotely is a delicate balance. I can’t be completely hands-off, but I also can’t spend all my time buried in work while Serena is home, growing two humans.Lately
Serena’s POVI should feel excited. Scratch that… I am excited. The energy in the Etoile de Collin conference room is electric as we throw around ideas for next season’s campaign. Sketches are pinned to the walls, fabric swatches are spread across the table, and everyone is talking over each other
Calvin’s POVJames stands across from me in my office, his usual calm demeanor tinged with tension. He flips through a folder of documents, placing one on the table in front of me.“These are preliminary findings,” he says, pointing to a highlighted section. “We’ve traced irregular financial activit
Stevie’s POVThe gallery is buzzing with the kind of energy I used to dream about. It’s surreal seeing my work up on these walls, under bright, intentional lighting. Each piece tells a story, but all I can think about is whether I’ll make it through the night without puking or needing a chair.“You
Bill’s POV“Collin, did you know the Triceratops used its horns to protect itself from T. rex attacks?” I ask, pointing to the picture in his favorite dinosaur book.Collin gasps dramatically, his little hands clutching the edge of the table. “Like a superhero?”“Exactly like a superhero,” I reply,
Serena’s POVThe email sits in my inbox like a ticking time bomb. The subject line reads, Milan Fashion Gala – Final Confirmation Needed. It’s everything I’ve worked for: Etoile de Collin on a global stage, a chance to solidify our name among the greats. And yet, staring at the words feels like some
Calvin’s POVThe Titan Group boardroom feels like a pressure cooker, every gaze at the table expectant and sharp. I sit at the head, the weight of leadership heavier today than it’s been in months. The media buzz surrounding the company isn’t just noise anymore; it’s becoming a tangible threat.“Let