MasukColt stood over his mahogany desk, his knuckles white as he leaned his weight onto them. His jaw was locked so tight his teeth ached, and his pulse was racing as if he had been sprinting.Charlotte was still holding her phone, her thumb frozen over the screen. She was staring at that headline again, Romantic Lunch, as if by looking at it long enough, everything might turn out to be a big joke.Finally, Colt spoke, his voice sharp. “Is she having me followed, Charlotte? Is Madison actually tracking my car or something?”Charlotte lifted her head quickly, her first instinct to laugh it off, to say it was just a coincidence. But she stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. “That’s ridiculous,” she whispered at first, her voice wavering. “Why would she…” She trailed off, her eyes widening as the pieces fell into place. “Oh God. She actually would. This is Madison we’re talking about. She’s not just spoiled, Colt. She's actually insane.”Colt shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his t
Colt pushed the plate in front of him a little farther away; the screech of ceramic against the table echoed his foul mood. His appetite died the moment he sat down. The restaurant was upscale and quiet for a Monday afternoon, filled with the soft, gentle hum of jazz and the clinking of silverware.Alex broke a breadstick in half with a loud snap. “You look like you’re ready to commit a felony,” he noted, reaching for the butter.Colt ignored him. His phone sat on the white tablecloth, with its screen facedown. He had checked it five times since they walked in.Five days.Five days of picking up the phone, scrolling to Lauren’s name, and stopping with his thumb hovering over the screen. Five days of locking it again and dropping it as if it had burned him. He was a man who made million-dollar decisions in seconds, yet a contact list paralyzed him.He kept hearing her voice in his head, cold and distant."'We need to be cordial for the baby's sake, nothing more."That part had stung the
Lauren balanced the brown grocery bags against her hip as she walked toward her apartment building. Her steps were slow, and her mind felt far heavier than the bags she carried.Two days had passed since Colt walked out her door, and she could still remember every word that was said and every emotion that was on his face. Her chest tightened just thinking about it.She reached her building's entrance, adjusting the bags, when a car pulled to a stop right in front of her.She froze.Logan got out quickly and shut the door behind him. “Lauren,” he called, relief flooding his face. “God, I’m so happy I finally met you today.”She shut her eyes for a second and took a long, tired breath, gathering the patience she had left. “What are you doing here, Logan?” she asked quietly.He lifted his hands a little, as if he wanted to calm her before she even reacted. “I know I’m the last person you want to see. I get that. But I needed to tell you something, and I didn’t know how else to reach you.
Colt sat in the driver's seat long after he pulled away from Lauren’s building. The engine was off, but the silence in the car felt louder than any noise. His hands gripped the steering wheel so hard his knuckles paled, holding it tight as if his life depended on it. He could feel his heartbeat everywhere — in his fingertips, in his throat, behind his eyes, as if his body didn't know how to calm down. He whispered the words again to hear them out loud.“I'm going to be a father.”Saying it made his stomach twist into a knot. It made his chest burn with a heat he couldn’t name. He let his head fall back against the headrest and closed his eyes.He was thirty years old. He ran a billion-dollar empire. He fired people, made deals, and handled pressure every single day. But this? This was bigger than anything he had ever faced; it made him feel like a terrified boy.“God, I don't know if I'm ready for this,” he said into the quiet car, his voice breaking. He dragged in a shaky breath; h
“What?”The word was barely above a whisper. Lauren stared at him, her heartbeat racing. She looked at Colt as if he had started speaking a language she didn't understand.“What did you say?” she whispered, her voice barely holding together.Colt didn't blink. He slowly stepped closer, his eyes burning with a raw intensity she’d never seen before. “I said, marry me.”Lauren shook her head, a quick, shaky movement as if she was trying to wake up from a dream. She stumbled back, her foot almost tripping on the rug. “I don’t… I don’t understand, Mr. Moore.”Colt exhaled heavily in frustration, running his hand through his hair until it stood in messy peaks. “First of all, Lauren, call me Colt. We're past the titles.”Lauren’s chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath. She felt like she was watching herself from a distance, her mind spinning.Colt took another step, closing the gap until she could feel the heat radiating off him. “Secondly… yes. I’m engaged. But it’s an arranged marri
Lauren moved back and forth across her tiny living room, her phone glued to her hand. She hit redial for the fifteenth time, but the same robotic voice mocked her.Voicemail. Again and again“Damn it, Mia,” she muttered, running her hand through her tangled hair. “Pick up. Where are you?” She stopped in the center of the room, pressing her palm flat against her chest to calm her fast heartbeat.What if Mia went to him?“No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “She wouldn’t dare. She wouldn’t do that. She can’t do that to me.”But a small voice inside her told her that Mia absolutely could. She always acted first and thought later.Lauren groaned, pressing her palm to her mouth. “Oh God. Mia, please don’t be stupid.”Then she heard a sudden knock on her door, which made her jump. Lauren spun around, relief flooding her. “Mia,” she said, rushing toward the door. “Finally…” She threw the door open, ready to scold her, but the words died on her lips. Her entire body turned to stone.Colt st







