LOGINAlex's POVMonday morning Damien met with his lawyer about Trevor's book.I went to the office to handle client calls. Casey had scheduled three meetings back to back. I got through two before my phone rang.Victoria."Alex, there's been an accident. Damien's in the hospital."Everything stopped. "What?""Car accident on the way back from his lawyer's office. Someone ran a red light. He's conscious but they're running tests. Mount Sinai, emergency room."I was already grabbing my keys. "How bad?""I don't know. Marcus just called me. He's on his way there now."I hung up and told Casey to cancel everything. Drove to the hospital going too fast, not caring. Parked illegally and ran inside.Marcus was in the waiting room."Where is he?" I asked."They're doing a CT scan. Possible concussion, definitely bruised ribs. The airbag deployed so his face is pretty beat up." Marcus stood. "The other driver ran. They're looking for him now.""Can I see Damien?""Soon. They said thirty minutes."
Damien's POVSunday morning started with coffee and Alex planning his proposal.He'd been secretive all morning, making phone calls in the other room, typing things on his laptop he minimized when I walked by."You're being obvious," I told him."I'm being prepared. There's a difference." He closed his laptop. "Be ready to leave at two.""Where are we going?""That's the surprise part."At one thirty, Trevor called.I hadn't heard from him in months. Not since he'd called to apologize before his wedding. Seeing his name on my phone felt wrong."Don't answer it," Alex said, seeing my expression.I answered anyway. "Trevor.""Damien. I need to talk to you. In person. Today if possible.""I'm busy today.""It's about the book. The one I'm writing about our relationship and what happened." He paused. "My publisher wants to release it next month. I wanted you to know before it goes public."I went completely still. "You're writing a book about us?"Alex looked up sharply."About my life. O
Alex's POVDamien took me to the Brooklyn Botanic Garden Saturday morning.We'd never been together. It was quiet and perfect and he'd clearly planned this. We walked through the Japanese garden, past cherry trees that weren't blooming yet but would be beautiful in a few weeks.He stopped near a pond."This is where I'm supposed to get down on one knee," he said."Are you?""I'm thinking about it. Deciding if I'm that traditional." He pulled the ring box from his pocket. "I want to marry you, Alex. I want to make this official and permanent and legal. I want to stand in front of people we care about and say out loud that I'm choosing you. Every day. For the rest of my life.""That's a good speech.""I practiced.""I can tell." I stepped closer. "Yes. Obviously yes."He opened the box. The ring looked different in daylight. Still perfect. He slid it onto my finger and it fit exactly right."I love you," he said."I love you too."We kissed next to the pond while an older couple walked
Damien's POVI bought the ring on a Tuesday. I was walking past a jewelry store in SoHo and saw it in the window. Simple platinum band with a small diamond. Not flashy, not traditional. Just right.I went inside and bought it before I could overthink it.The jeweler asked when I was planning to propose."I don't know yet," I said honestly."Waiting for the right moment?""Waiting to figure out what the right moment looks like."She smiled and packaged the ring in a small blue box. I put it in my jacket pocket and carried it around for three days without telling Alex.Not because I was hiding it. Because I was waiting for something that felt right instead of forced.*************************Friday night we cooked dinner together. Alex was teaching me how to make risotto. It required constant stirring and attention, which I was terrible at. He kept correcting my technique while trying not to laugh at how bad I was at following simple instructions."You're impatient," he said, taking th
Alex's POVWe'd been in the new apartment for six weeks when Damien brought up marriage.Not a proposal. Just a conversation over breakfast on a Sunday morning."Do you ever think about getting married?" he asked, completely casual, like he was asking about the weather.I nearly choked on my coffee. "What?""Marriage. Do you think about it?""Sometimes. Why?"He shrugged. "Just curious. We've never talked about it.""We've been together less than a year, Damien.""I know. I'm not proposing. I'm asking if it's something you'd want. Eventually." He looked at me directly. "Because it's something I'd want. Eventually."I set my coffee down. "You want to marry me?""Not today. But someday, yes." He said it simply. Matter-of-fact. "I wanted you to know that's where I see this going.""That's possibly the least romantic way to discuss marriage I've ever heard.""Would you prefer I got down on one knee right now?""God, no. This is better." I reached across the table. "For the record, I'd wan
Damien's POVThree months after selling my shares, I woke up at nine without an alarm.Alex was already up, working in the office. I could hear him on a video call, explaining something about brand metrics to a client. I made coffee and sat at the kitchen counter, scrolling through emails that didn't require immediate responses.My calendar was empty. Again.It still felt strange. Three months in and I hadn't adjusted to having nothing scheduled. No meetings, no board calls, no crisis demanding my attention.Alex finished his call and came out looking frustrated."Client wants to change direction completely after we've already done three rounds of revisions," he said, pouring coffee."Fire them.""I can't just fire a client.""Why not? They're wasting your time. Time you could spend on clients who actually value your work."He considered it. "That feels too simple.""Business is simple. People make it complicated." I pulled him onto the stool next to me. "You're allowed to say no to b
Damien's POVThe deposition request arrived Wednesday morning.Federal investigators wanted to interview me about Maya's network, my knowledge of company finances, and any suspicious activity I might have witnessed over the past five years. Standard procedure, Sophie said. Nothing to worry about un
Damien's POVMy phone rang at six in the morning. Marcus first, then Sophie, then four board members in succession."Emergency meeting," Richard Sterling's voicemail said. "Today. Noon. Non-negotiable."Alex was already awake when I came back to the bedroom. He'd seen the article on his phone."Per
Alex's POVMaya talked for eleven minutes straight.She told us everything. How she'd been recruited at sixteen by a man named Harlan Voss, a financial criminal who saw potential in a poor, brilliant girl from Queens. How she'd worked her way through college, then into HR at Ross Industries, specif
Alex's POVChris Morrison called on a Thursday.I hadn't thought about him in months. We'd dated for eight months two years ago, ended badly when he took a job at a competitor firm and decided his career mattered more than we did. I didn't blame him for that anymore. But I also hadn't missed him."







