Lisa’s POVWhen I looked up and realised that the rain had stopped, I stayed on my knees anyway, staring at the slick pavement as if it could give me answers. My wet clothes clung to me, cold and heavy, and my fingers trembled slightly as I pressed them to my forehead.What did I just do?Call my lover’s friend and ask him to fly over for me? Was I insane?I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head. “Great job, Lisa. Truly spectacular.”And then what? When Jace actually got here—if he ever did—was I supposed to waltz up to Kaito and say, ‘Hey, by the way, I’m onto your friend now’?I sighed and buried my face in my hands, feeling ridiculous.Now that my heart wasn’t clawing at my ribs and the ache in my chest had dulled to a low throb, reality was crashing in.Jace wasn’t coming. He probably just said that to make me feel better.Right?With a long exhale, I pushed myself to my feet, ignoring the stiffness in my legs. My shoes squelched against the wet pavement as I walked back toward
Lisa’s POVThe moment I stepped out of that restaurant, all I wanted was to get away. Far away from how pathetic I felt.The tears I’d stubbornly held back burned behind my eyes, but I didn’t let them fall. Not yet. Not where anyone could see.I reached my car, fumbling for my keys and forcing my breathing to even out. Just drive home, Lisa. Forget this ever happened.I slid into the driver’s seat, tossed my bag aside, and jammed the key into the ignition.The engine coughed weakly before going dead.I tried again, twisting harder this time, as if sheer force could bring it back to life. Nothing but a low whine.“Come on,” I muttered through clenched teeth, trying again. And again.The engine sputtered before a sickly puff of gray smoke rose from the hood, seeping through the air vents.I choked and coughed as I shoved the door open and stumbled out.The moment my shoes hit the pavement, I felt it.The rain I hadn't even noticed had started dropping.Heavy, cold drops hit my hair, my
Lisa's POVThe call had ended the way I knew it would."It’s too early for this kind of conversation, Jace," I had told him, in a clipped tone that made me seem like I didn’t care."Yeah, I figured you’d avoid the question one way or another," he had replied, unbothered and with that hint of amusement threading through his words. "But when you finally open your eyes, Lisa… reach out. I’m just a flight away."And then I hung up before he could say anything else.Now, hours later, I was determined to act like that call never happened. I had buried myself in work and for a while, it went as planned. I didn’t think about Jace’s cocky smirk or the quiet challenge in his tone. I didn’t think about Kaito either—who still hadn’t reached out after hours of silence.By the time I wrapped up my day, exhaustion settled into my shoulders, but my mind was still frustratingly alert. I stared at the takeout apps on my phone, thumb hovering over them, before groaning aloud.“No,” I muttered to myse
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