Luther’s POVLast night felt like a dream I didn’t want to wake up from.Her skin, soft against mine. The way her laughter filled the silence. The warmth of her tucked into my chest, like she belonged nowhere else. It was morning and I had been awake for a while, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to. She was lying next to me, bare beneath the sheets, her breath even, her lips slightly parted in sleep.I watched her like she was a rare piece of art I didn’t want to blink away from. She was so beautiful..And then… her eyelids fluttered. Slowly, she opened her eyes and met mine.A soft, sleepy smile touched her lips. God, that smile.“Good morning,” she murmured.I leaned in and kissed her gently, letting my lips linger on hers.“Morning, sleeping princess.”She laughed, a quiet, husky sound. I could’ve stayed right there forever.But then I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and let out a sigh.“Shit,” I muttered, running a hand over my face. “I need to be in the office. I’ve got a
Luther’s POVAs we got upstairs, I dropped her bags by the wall, but Joanna didn’t even look at them. She was already walking around like she was soaking it all in again. I let out a heavy breath and smiled. I still didn't think this would be rea but it is.. Now I don't want to be apart from her again. I came up behind her slowly, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my chin on her shoulder. She didn’t flinch. She leaned right back into me.“It still feels like you,” she whispered.“It always will,” I replied.We stood there for a while, swaying a little to the silence, until she turned in my arms and looked up at me. Her hands pressed lightly against my chest, like she wanted to feel my heartbeat. Like she needed it to be real.“I was scared,” she said.“Of what?” I asked, brushing some hair from her face.“That this… that we’d never come back here. That I’d never feel this again. I spent days thinking about this In LA.. some days I was just super restless” I kissed her
After today's work, I decided to drive home. I barely remembered the drive home. My head was still swirling with the day’s work, Joanna, and everything her father had said. The moment I pulled into the driveway, all I wanted was a cold shower, maybe whiskey, and silence. I wasn't sure I had the appetite for dinner. I pushed open the door to the mansion. But then, I froze.Right there, in the middle of my living room, was a figure. Familiar. Sitting cross-legged on the couch like she owned the place."What the—" I rubbed my eyes, actually rubbed them, thinking maybe I was hallucinating."Joanna?"She stood up, laughing softly as she stretched her arms toward me. "You're not dreaming," she said, grinning. "It's really me."I blinked, slowly stepping forward. My gaze dropped to the two suitcases parked beside her like tiny soldiers standing at ease."Wait, what’s going on? You… you came to New York?"She walked up to me and without hesitation, wrapped her arms around my waist. Her ch
LUTHER. The engine hummed beneath me, steady and soft. The city passed in blurred streaks through the window, but my head wasn't really in New York.I kept replaying Mr. Wright’s words over and over. “She’s already going through enough with the fact that she can’t have babies. Or would you be willing to take somebody that can’t give you children?”I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.Was I being selfish? Wasn't I thinking enough about her? Or would she be living in guilt forever? I’d told myself I loved Joanna for who she was—not for what she could give me. And I meant it. Every word. But love in real life wasn’t just about words. It was about staying when guilt creeps in, when she looks at me and wonders if she’s enough. When I have to hold her through the nights she breaks down over something she can’t change.And what if,what if I hadn’t really thought all of that through? What if loving her meant watching her slowly punish herself for something that was never her fault?T
LUTHER. I have been in New York for two days now, settling back in, checking in at the company like Dad expected me to. . I have been keeping in touch with Joanna, of course. Every night call, every text, every second that her name lit up on my phone felt like a reminder of why I was doing this.But this? Sitting in Mr. Wright’s living room, heart pounding beneath my blazer?This was the hard part.He finally walked in, the way he always did—controlled, calculated, powerful. I stood, respectful. “Good afternoon, sir.”He nodded with that air of quiet authority, taking the seat across from me. I sat down as well and I waited a beat, then cleared my throat.“Mr. Wright,” I began, trying not to let my nerves seep into my voice. “I asked for this meeting because there’s something I need to talk to you about.”He said nothing. Just stared, that usual unreadable expression on his face. I twitched my lips and I continued, something tells me he already knows what I'm here for. . “I know th
LUTHER. Joanna kept mute and I knew how she respected her father and maybe she didn't really know if she would just follow me and disrespect him. I knew that deep down it wasn't going to be acceptable after first trial but I was determined. I could tell the second the words left my mouth that she might not really agree. She didn’t say anything immediately, and I didn’t push. I knew her well enough to know her silence didn’t mean no—it meant she was thinking, weighing, remembering.I also knew who she was thinking about.Her father.Jo always held his opinion close, like a compass she never strayed far from. And after everything—after the fake marriage, after the divorce, after Camila—she probably wasn’t just protecting herself. She was protecting her family’s trust too. “Joanna,” I said softly. She blinked, finally meeting my eyes.“Joe.” I leaned forward, reaching for her hand, rubbing slow circles over her knuckles. Her fingers were cold, but they didn’t pull away.“I don’t want