LUTHER. I winced as the paramedic wrapped my hand, the sting of the injury a reminder of what could have been a much worse outcome. Thank goodness I arrived on time to save Joanna. I know how I felt when the thought of something happening to her hit me, I dreaded it and I had to do anything to keep her safe. It doesn't matter if I got injured as long as Joanna was safe. Joanna's eyes met mine, still wide with fear, but she managed a weak smile and I smiled back at her. Dickson stood beside her, his expression grim. "Dickson, I need you to find out who tampered with Joanna's brakes. The car was fine" I said, my voice low and urgent. Dickson's eyes narrowed. "I will get right on it, sir. I will carried out the investigation" I turned to Joanna, who was still shaken but calming down. "Joanna, did anything happen to your brakes before they malfunctioned?" I asked gently. She shook her head. "No, they just suddenly stopped working." Her voice quivered, the shock of everything
JOANNA. I felt bad that Luther hurt himself because of me and I wanted to do anything to make him feel better. I was still reeling from the shock of everything. I still couldn't place any thoughts on who would have wanted me dead but I also had to recover because I couldn't dwell on that forever. The Important thing was Luther showed up and I couldn't be less grateful. Luther was such a great person. What if he wasn't available to save me? I followed Luther into his room and he faced me. I helped him pull off the suit jacket before reaching my hands to the inner shirt. I reached for the top button, my fingers brushing lightly against his chest as I undid the buttons as requested . I realised we were too close and my heart kind of skipped but I tried to focus on the task, on the simple motion of button after button, but it was impossible not to notice how close we were. How still he was beneath my touch. "I'm sorry you had to go through that because of me.," I said quietly.
Joanna’s POV. I swallowed hard and turned away slightly, tugging my shirt over my head. My fingers trembled, fumbling with the hem, but I forced myself to keep moving, to pretend this was just... normal. Just helping. Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel Luther watching me. Heavy. Focused. When I finally tossed the shirt aside and reached for the clasp of my bra, I heard it — the sharp intake of his breath. I dared a glance at him He was biting his bottom lip, his eyes dark and intent, like he was struggling to keep still. "Luther," I said, my voice a little too high, "you're acting weird." His mouth quirked at the corner. "Everything about this is weird." And somehow, the way he said it — rough, almost hoarse — made my skin flush hotter. I hesitated, every part of me screaming to run, to hide. But something deeper, something reckless and stubborn, made me move toward him instead. I followed his lead. We stepped into the bathroom together, and the door clicke
Joanna’s POV Luther’s voice was steady, even as something raw trembled beneath it. "So, what did I do?" he said quietly. "I stayed close. I helped you when you needed it. I guided you when you felt lost. I protected you — even when you didn’t realize you needed protecting." He stepped closer, the distance between us disappearing until I could feel the heat of his skin against mine. "I had to be there for you," he said, softer now. "Every time. Always." I stared up at him, my chest tightening painfully, my heart hammering so loudly I could barely hear anything else. "And now you’re here," he whispered. "With me." He gave a small, broken laugh. "I know I’m not even courageous, saying all this now. I should've said it sooner. But I needed you to know. I couldn't hide it forever. I couldn't place myself as just a friend and a brother when I'm not. I just couldn't keep letting it go that way." His hand brushed lightly against my jaw, a touch so tender it almost undid me. "
LUTHER. I woke up, blinking my eyes.. I sat up and for a second, I stayed still, letting the memories of last night settle over me. The way the words had slipped out — raw, honest, unplanned. Joanna never returned to the bathroom yesterday. The way everything happened was quite unplanned and I couldn't hold myself together. I let out all my emotions last night without thinking of consequences. I bet it was too much for Joanna to handle. I wanted to control my thoughts of her but I couldn't, not when she was bare.. I made that ridiculous request last night, it just came out naturally. I didn't even think Joanna would agree to it but it just happened and we found ourselves in the bathroom. I couldn't keep my eyes off her perky round breasts. I couldn't keep my eyes off her sexy curves, not to talk of her features. Joanna might eventually be the end of me. I wasn't in my right senses when I made that confession but I had to keep it going because I couldn't keep that secret forever,
JOANNA . The decision I made, I wasn't so sure if it was the best decision to make but I really needed space. Everything was too much, too overwhelming, I needed space to breathe,to think. What would I do now? This is entirely the turning point of our relationship and every decision I take right now will have a huge impact. I was trying to be careful.. I left very early in morning and decided to lodge in a hotel for a few days until I make a decision. But whenever I remembered how everything happened, how my heart pounded fast when I saw his bare body. There was slow tension between us when I was pulling off his shirts, his abs, his muscles , his dick. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I wanted to convince myself that it was purely nothing but lust. I don't any feelings for Luther, I don't. I need time to process myself before giving love another chance. For the past few years, i wasn't loved properly. I was forcing a man to love me. Now I don't know what to thi
JOANNA I forced a smile as I sat down across from him, smoothing my skirt over trembling knees. For a moment, Luther just stared at me. Then, with a calmness that didn’t reach his eyes, he said, “Ms. Wright.” Professional. Cold. It stung more than I expected. Luther had never been that distant with me no matter what. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my chest tightened. “Mr. Martins” I answered, keeping my voice steady, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her — the woman he brought. She leaned forward, smiling sweetly as she poured water into Luther’s glass. Her hand brushed his, careful and tender, as she set the cup down in front of him. I looked away quickly, heat rushing to my face. It shouldn’t bother me. Why the fuck was I so bothered? It was nothing. it meant nothing. But every small, careful touch felt like a dagger twisting deeper into my gut. Luther shifted in his seat, wincing slightly
JOANNA. I watched Luther leave with the woman he came with as my heart stung. I had no idea what to feel at the moment. I left Luther for space to think.. It just felt like nature was messing with my head. Everything was super weird to me and I'm trying to give myself time. But I felt extremely guilty for leaving Luther in that condition after he did everything he did to save me. I felt shitty. At the same time I had no idea what to do. Go home to Luther? I wasn't sure yet.. The confession, everything came as a shock or maybe I'm the one assuring myself that because Luther gave hints countless times, I wasn't just paying attention. I was occupied with the thoughts that I saw him as a brother and friend to the extent that no matter how my heart skipped, I didn't want to give in. I wanted a break from love. It was scary.. I haven't recovered fully from what went on with Asher, the pain of it all still lingered and Luther had been a great friend. Would it be okay letting myself lov
JOANNA.I nodded at Gina, who kept her undying gaze fixed on me."Wow! This is amazing news, ma'am!" Gina squealed, her excitement bubbling over. I furrowed my brows, confused by her reaction."I knew it! I knew it had to be someone big sending you all those gifts. And it turns out to be the almighty Luther Martins of Mars Group. How romantic!" She threw her hands in the air, practically dancing in place. I stared at her, stunned. Was I the problem here?"Gina, we’ve been friends since childhood," I told her carefully."Exactly! That makes it even more romantic!" she chirped."Gina, he’s Asher’s best friend. Doesn’t that strike you as… weird?""Ma'am, are you from the 80s or something?" she asked bluntly, folding her arms. "I’m sorry, but your ex husband doesn’t deserve that kind of loyalty from either of you. If his best friend wants you, that's his loss, not yours."I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of my fears. "Gina, I’m scared. I don’t know if I can bring myself to love him...
JOANNA. I watched Luther leave with the woman he came with as my heart stung. I had no idea what to feel at the moment. I left Luther for space to think.. It just felt like nature was messing with my head. Everything was super weird to me and I'm trying to give myself time. But I felt extremely guilty for leaving Luther in that condition after he did everything he did to save me. I felt shitty. At the same time I had no idea what to do. Go home to Luther? I wasn't sure yet.. The confession, everything came as a shock or maybe I'm the one assuring myself that because Luther gave hints countless times, I wasn't just paying attention. I was occupied with the thoughts that I saw him as a brother and friend to the extent that no matter how my heart skipped, I didn't want to give in. I wanted a break from love. It was scary.. I haven't recovered fully from what went on with Asher, the pain of it all still lingered and Luther had been a great friend. Would it be okay letting myself lov
JOANNA I forced a smile as I sat down across from him, smoothing my skirt over trembling knees. For a moment, Luther just stared at me. Then, with a calmness that didn’t reach his eyes, he said, “Ms. Wright.” Professional. Cold. It stung more than I expected. Luther had never been that distant with me no matter what. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the way my chest tightened. “Mr. Martins” I answered, keeping my voice steady, even though my heart was hammering against my ribs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her — the woman he brought. She leaned forward, smiling sweetly as she poured water into Luther’s glass. Her hand brushed his, careful and tender, as she set the cup down in front of him. I looked away quickly, heat rushing to my face. It shouldn’t bother me. Why the fuck was I so bothered? It was nothing. it meant nothing. But every small, careful touch felt like a dagger twisting deeper into my gut. Luther shifted in his seat, wincing slightly
JOANNA . The decision I made, I wasn't so sure if it was the best decision to make but I really needed space. Everything was too much, too overwhelming, I needed space to breathe,to think. What would I do now? This is entirely the turning point of our relationship and every decision I take right now will have a huge impact. I was trying to be careful.. I left very early in morning and decided to lodge in a hotel for a few days until I make a decision. But whenever I remembered how everything happened, how my heart pounded fast when I saw his bare body. There was slow tension between us when I was pulling off his shirts, his abs, his muscles , his dick. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I wanted to convince myself that it was purely nothing but lust. I don't any feelings for Luther, I don't. I need time to process myself before giving love another chance. For the past few years, i wasn't loved properly. I was forcing a man to love me. Now I don't know what to thi
LUTHER. I woke up, blinking my eyes.. I sat up and for a second, I stayed still, letting the memories of last night settle over me. The way the words had slipped out — raw, honest, unplanned. Joanna never returned to the bathroom yesterday. The way everything happened was quite unplanned and I couldn't hold myself together. I let out all my emotions last night without thinking of consequences. I bet it was too much for Joanna to handle. I wanted to control my thoughts of her but I couldn't, not when she was bare.. I made that ridiculous request last night, it just came out naturally. I didn't even think Joanna would agree to it but it just happened and we found ourselves in the bathroom. I couldn't keep my eyes off her perky round breasts. I couldn't keep my eyes off her sexy curves, not to talk of her features. Joanna might eventually be the end of me. I wasn't in my right senses when I made that confession but I had to keep it going because I couldn't keep that secret forever,
Joanna’s POV Luther’s voice was steady, even as something raw trembled beneath it. "So, what did I do?" he said quietly. "I stayed close. I helped you when you needed it. I guided you when you felt lost. I protected you — even when you didn’t realize you needed protecting." He stepped closer, the distance between us disappearing until I could feel the heat of his skin against mine. "I had to be there for you," he said, softer now. "Every time. Always." I stared up at him, my chest tightening painfully, my heart hammering so loudly I could barely hear anything else. "And now you’re here," he whispered. "With me." He gave a small, broken laugh. "I know I’m not even courageous, saying all this now. I should've said it sooner. But I needed you to know. I couldn't hide it forever. I couldn't place myself as just a friend and a brother when I'm not. I just couldn't keep letting it go that way." His hand brushed lightly against my jaw, a touch so tender it almost undid me. "
Joanna’s POV. I swallowed hard and turned away slightly, tugging my shirt over my head. My fingers trembled, fumbling with the hem, but I forced myself to keep moving, to pretend this was just... normal. Just helping. Out of the corner of my eye, I could feel Luther watching me. Heavy. Focused. When I finally tossed the shirt aside and reached for the clasp of my bra, I heard it — the sharp intake of his breath. I dared a glance at him He was biting his bottom lip, his eyes dark and intent, like he was struggling to keep still. "Luther," I said, my voice a little too high, "you're acting weird." His mouth quirked at the corner. "Everything about this is weird." And somehow, the way he said it — rough, almost hoarse — made my skin flush hotter. I hesitated, every part of me screaming to run, to hide. But something deeper, something reckless and stubborn, made me move toward him instead. I followed his lead. We stepped into the bathroom together, and the door clicke
JOANNA. I felt bad that Luther hurt himself because of me and I wanted to do anything to make him feel better. I was still reeling from the shock of everything. I still couldn't place any thoughts on who would have wanted me dead but I also had to recover because I couldn't dwell on that forever. The Important thing was Luther showed up and I couldn't be less grateful. Luther was such a great person. What if he wasn't available to save me? I followed Luther into his room and he faced me. I helped him pull off the suit jacket before reaching my hands to the inner shirt. I reached for the top button, my fingers brushing lightly against his chest as I undid the buttons as requested . I realised we were too close and my heart kind of skipped but I tried to focus on the task, on the simple motion of button after button, but it was impossible not to notice how close we were. How still he was beneath my touch. "I'm sorry you had to go through that because of me.," I said quietly.
LUTHER. I winced as the paramedic wrapped my hand, the sting of the injury a reminder of what could have been a much worse outcome. Thank goodness I arrived on time to save Joanna. I know how I felt when the thought of something happening to her hit me, I dreaded it and I had to do anything to keep her safe. It doesn't matter if I got injured as long as Joanna was safe. Joanna's eyes met mine, still wide with fear, but she managed a weak smile and I smiled back at her. Dickson stood beside her, his expression grim. "Dickson, I need you to find out who tampered with Joanna's brakes. The car was fine" I said, my voice low and urgent. Dickson's eyes narrowed. "I will get right on it, sir. I will carried out the investigation" I turned to Joanna, who was still shaken but calming down. "Joanna, did anything happen to your brakes before they malfunctioned?" I asked gently. She shook her head. "No, they just suddenly stopped working." Her voice quivered, the shock of everything