Serena’s POVMatt’s message pings on my phone, and something about it stops me in my tracks. There’s an urgency in his words, like he needs me to meet him right now, no questions asked. I don’t know what he wants to say, but the way he wrote it — short, almost desperate — it leaves no room for me to
Serena’s POVI take a deep breath, trying to keep myself steady, but before I can ask him anything more, Matt speaks.“Serena, I love you.” His voice is soft, but the weight behind those words is intense. He’s looking right at me like he’s been waiting a lifetime to say this. “I didn’t tell you befo
Bill’s POVSerena moves around the living room, gathering her things like she’s trying to stay invisible. I can feel the distance between us, a quiet sort of discomfort. She’s focused, packing her stuff with a kind of carefulness that’s different from her usual pace. She’s barely looking at me, and
Bill’s POVThe notification pings on my phone, and I glance down at the email header. It’s from our project manager, and the subject line is all I need to see: RGE AI Division Bidding for NXT Gen Project Contract.So, Calvin’s really going for it.I lean back in my chair. I knew he wouldn’t stay qui
Bill’s POVEriksen clears his throat, catching everyone’s attention as he looks between Calvin and me. He’s one of the longest-standing investors on RGE’s board, a man who’s seen the company grow from a small startup into a tech giant.“Now that Mr. Richardson is here, shall we proceed?” Eriksen say
Serena’s POVWhen I walk through the office doors, I barely have a second to catch my breath before Stevie spots me from across the room. Her eyes light up, and she practically sprints over, pulling me into a hug so tight it feels like she’s trying to squeeze out the last few days of worry.“Serena!
Serena’s POVWhen we reach Bill’s place, I barely wait for the car to stop before I’m out, hurrying toward the door. Bill must’ve been watching out for us because the door swings open as soon as I reach it. He looks tense, his jaw set, and I can tell he’s just as anxious as I am.“Got here as soon a
Bill’s POV“I’m coming with you,” Serena says, her voice steady, leaving no room for argument.I meet her eyes, and I already know I won’t be able to change her mind. But I try anyway. “Serena, it could be dangerous. You don’t know what we’re walking into.”She shakes her head, her gaze unwavering.
Stevie’s POVI swear to God, if one more person emails me about this campaign, I’m gonna set my laptop on fire and walk into the ocean.Okay, maybe not the ocean — this is LA, and I’d probably step on a hypodermic needle before I even hit the water. But you get the point.The launch of Etoile de Col
Stevie’s POVI wake up with sunlight slicing through the curtains and a pounding headache that isn’t entirely from the champagne. It’s that kind of morning — the kind where you know you’ve done something, but your brain hasn’t caught up yet. The bed is too soft, too big, and way too not mine.Then i
Stevie’s POVI can’t remember how we got from the bar to the elevator, but I know I’ve been kissing Calvin like my life depends on it. His hands are everywhere—my waist, my ass, tangled in my hair. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like this. It’s all-consuming, messy, and so goddamn good. By the
Calvin’s POVThe bar is quieter than the reception, but the burn of whiskey in my glass is no match for the fire still coursing through me. Dancing with Stevie was supposed to be a distraction, a little fun. But now? Now I can’t stop thinking about the way her body felt pressed against mine. The way
Bill’s POVThe door to our suite clicks shut behind us, muffling the sounds of the party still in full swing downstairs. I glance at Serena, who’s already kicking off her shoes with a sigh of relief. Her smile is tired but genuine, and I can’t help but stare for a second. She’s still in her dress, t
Serena’s POVThe reception is in full swing, and I’m mid-laugh at one of Bill’s dry jokes when something catches my eye. I glance toward the dance floor, taking in the swirling crowd, and then I see it. I freeze mid-sentence, my smile faltering. “Why is Stevie grinding on Calvin?” The words slip out
Stevie’s POVThe second we step onto the dance floor, I realize I’ve made a mistake. Calvin doesn’t just dance — he moves like he’s got something to prove, and my body is all too willing to keep up. His hand slides to my waist, firm and deliberate, pulling me close enough that I feel the heat radiat
Stevie’s POVThere’s something about an open bar and a wedding dress code that just makes people lose their damn minds, and honestly? I’m here for it. After my speech, I’ve earned the right to let loose, and by let loose, I mean dance like a maniac and drink just enough to get tipsy, not trashed. Th
Calvin’s POVThe whiskey glass feels cool against my hand, the amber liquid catching the light as I swirl it lazily. The clinking ice is oddly comforting, a quiet sound in contrast to the laughter and music filling the reception. I’m sitting at the bar, a little removed from the crowd. It’s better t