Jace's POV Lisa didn’t speak for a long moment after her muttered “oh… fuck me.”I could practically hear her trying to collect herself on the other end.“God, you’re an ass,” she finally snapped, her voice a mix of annoyance and… something softer underneath.“Gladly,” I repeated, smirking to myself as I leaned back in my chair, stretching my legs out. “Just say the word.”She groaned audibly, and I could picture her pressing a hand to her forehead, pacing wherever she was.“I cannot believe you just—how long were you listening?!”“Long enough to know Kaito’s a coward,” I said lazily, picking at the label on my whiskey glass. “And that you’re still letting him screw you over.”Her sharp intake of breath made me grin wider.“I—what the hell, Jace? You don’t just—ugh! You are insufferable.”“Maybe. But at least I’m honest.” I tilted my head, even though she couldn’t see me, letting my tone soften just enough to get under her skin. “Tell me, Lisa—how’s it feel screaming at him for treat
Jace's POVNew York was supposed to be my escape.The city was a living, breathing machine—horns blaring, taxis weaving through traffic, the glow of neon signs reflecting off puddles from last night’s rain. Everything moved fast enough that no one had time to stop and look too closely at anything. Perfect for me.Except, no matter how loud New York got, I still heard her voice in my head sometimes.Lisa’s voice.Some nights, sprawled out in my house with the skyline bleeding silver light across my walls, I’d close my eyes, and there she was. That fire sparking in her eyes when we argued, the softness in her voice that one time she’d actually smiled at me—genuinely smiled.I hated it.I should’ve hated her entirely, full stop.Especially after London.The memory still sat in my chest like a damn splinter—me, racing through traffic, worried sick, thinking she’d been taken or hurt… only to find her moaning Kaito’s name in his bed.After that, I kept imagining how it must have played ou
Lisa’s POVI sat slumped in the chair, still half-naked, the dim lights of the VIP section felt colder than before. My dress laid crumpled on the floor beside me. I stared at nothing, my mind was blank and my body still ached from what Kaito had started but never finished.Slowly, numbly, I reached for my dress and pulled it back on. The silky fabric clung to my skin, still warm from his touch, but it felt different now. I zipped it up with shaky hands, smoothed it down, and just… sat there.I don’t know how long I stayed like that, staring at the table, the half drank bottle of wine mocking me.My phone vibrated on the table, snapping me back.I glanced at the screen. Nick, the driver he sent.I picked up, my voice low, dull. “Yeah.”“I’m out front, Ma'am,” he said simply.“Okay,” I murmured, and hung up.I stood, my legs feeling heavier than they should, and walked toward the stairs. The club was still pulsing with life, the bass vibrating against my chest as I descended.The mo
Lisa’s POVKaito’s hands were everywhere—reckless and unrestrained.One hand gripped my hip tightly, pulling me closer until our bodies molded against each other like we were made for this dance. His other hand slid down my thigh, fingers squeezing firmly before brushing dangerously close to my inner thigh.I sucked in a breath, my knees weak as I moved with him.Thank God for the crowd around us, pressing in, swaying, lost in their own drunken haze. If anyone could see past them, they’d definitely catch flashes of my ass threatening to spill from under the ridiculously short dress with his hands pushing them up.Kaito didn’t care, though. If anything, he seemed to enjoy the risk. His grip on me tightened each time I tried to create even an inch of space.Our faces were so close, I could feel his breath tickling my neck.Every now and then, he dipped his head, lips grazing my skin, kissing, nipping—biting me softly just enough to make me gasp. His mouth lingered at the shell of my ea
Lisa’s POVKaito’s hand pressed gently against my back as he guided me out of the apartment. The cool night air hit my legs immediately, sending a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the temperature.His car—a sleek black sedan that always smelled faintly of leather and his cologne—waited at the curb. He opened the door for me, and I slid in carefully, the slit of my dress parting dangerously high as I adjusted myself on the seat.Kaito got in on the driver’s side, his hands gripping the wheel effortlessly as he started the engine. For a few seconds, the only sound was the soft purr of the car as we pulled away from my building.I glanced at him, my hand resting on my thigh. “So…” I started, tilting my head, “why aren’t you home with Hana like usual?”He didn’t look at me immediately, eyes focused on the road, but I saw the slight smirk tugging at his lips.“I gave an excuse,” he finally said. “I wanted to be here with you tonight.”I raised a brow. “Really? And why’s tha
Lisa’s POVI pushed the door open and stepped into my apartment, dropping my bag on the console by the wall.God, I was exhausted. My entire body felt like lead. Sex on an office desk might sound exciting, but in reality, it was hell on your back—and your emotions.I kicked off my heels without caring where they landed. I didn’t even bother to pick them up. My blouse came off first, then my skirt, until I was left in just my underwear as I trudged to the bathroom.I peeled those off too before stepping under the warm spray of the shower.The water hit me instantly, loosening my tense muscles, washing away the faint smell of Kaito that still clung to me. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and traced my fingers on the marks Kaito left on me.Three on my neck. One on my right boob.I closed my eyes, letting the steam fill the bathroom as I scrubbed myself gently but thoroughly, as if I could erase him from my skin.When I finally stepped out, I felt lighter. Still tired, but… cleane