ВойтиAvery’s POVHe kicked the bedroom door open with his foot, the slam cut through the night like a gunshot.His mouth never left mine once, if anything his tongue dug deeper into my mouth, rough and hungry. My legs clamped around his waist, heels digging into his back. Every step of his pressed his hard cock against my center. I rocked against him chasing that thick pressure, that did something in me.He set me down in the middle of the room slowly, letting my feet find the floor but his hands were still locked on my waist, mine locked at the back of his neck. Our foreheads touched, our breathing ragged. His heartbeat slammed faster against mine.The room was dark except for the city light slipping through the curtains, painted gold stripes across his face. I saw the raw need in his eyes, his tight set of his jaw, and the way his chest heaved.He walked me back until my knees hit the bed.I dropped onto the bed and he followed, one knee sinking beside my hip, heat pouring off him. H
Avery’s POVHe stopped three steps away from me.His chest was moving fast. His eyes moved over my face first, down to my arms, my hands, then back up, checking, making sure I was ok. He closed the distance between us.His hands went to my shoulders first, then my face, tilting it up. "Are you okay?" His voice came out low and rough in a way I hadn't heard from him before."I'm fine," I started. “He's…”"Are you okay?" He asked again, lower this time. "Yes." I held his gaze. "I handled it."He exhaled through his nose. His hands slid from my face down my arms, and then stopped. His grip tightened around my wrist. I looked down.My wrist. The faint red mark Charles had left. Something flashed across his face. Whatever checking and assessing he was doing before stopped completely. His eyes lifted from my wrist and went across the walkway to where Charles stood between Morris's officers, hands cuffed behind his back, that same composed expression sitting on his face.Wyatt let go of
Avery’s POVHis voice came through the door again. I stepped back from the door and reached for my phone on the couch."Ms. Montreaux." His knuckles hit the wood again, each one slow and hard. "Open the door. We need to talk."I looked down at my phone and typed two words to Morris instead. ‘He's here’ and hit the send bottom.I watched the ticks go blue in a few seconds. Then I stood there and thought through my options fast.I could wait and not open the door, let him knock until he got tired of it. But the walls in this building weren't thick and my neighbors in the estate weren't quiet people.The moment one of them cracked their door open or peeped though the windows to investigate or even a passerby caught this, it became a scene and a scene meant someone would pull out their phone to record, and by morning it was a headline. ‘Monochrome CEO in late night altercation with mystery man.’I don’t want that right now, Monochrome couldn’t take another hit now.I thought about that
Avery’s POV"The piece will be ready before the client comes in tomorrow." The tailoring team lead set the finished section on the rack, smoothing the fabric with both hands. "This is exactly like you wanted."I ran two fingers along the waist seam, perfect, the way the fabric was supposed to sit. "Good work." I stepped back from the rack. "Make sure the second piece matches it before the end of day. I don't want to be doing comparisons tomorrow morning.""Already on it," she nodded.I left them to it and went up to my office to breathe for five minutes.I'd been sitting with my coffee for exactly three of those minutes when Stella appeared in the doorway."Security flagged a visitor downstairs.” She paused in the doorway, fingers tightened around her tablet slightly. "Charles Beaumont. He's asking to come up. Security held him at the desk."I set the mug down. "Tell them he doesn't have an appointment.""I did.""Tell them not to let him into my office no matter what."She came back
Wyatt’s POVI was still holding the phone.It's nothing. I can handle it…I sat with that for a long moment. What was she handling?I set the phone face down on the desk and looked at nothing.She wasn't telling me something. I'd heard it underneath everything she'd said. I knew how she sounded when something was wrong. I'd been paying enough attention to know.I didn't sleep well that night, my brain worked through it the entire time. By the time the sky started turning grey, I was fully dressed for the day.I made coffee from the machine on the desk and pulled up the building access logs Avery's security team sent through daily and went through the last seventy-two hours line by line.I stared at that for a long moment. I picked up the phone and called my contact. It rang four times before he picked it up. "What do you have on him?” I asked, cutting all the pleasantries."I was about to call you, Mr Kane," I could hear the sound of his seat belt unbuckling. “Charles Beaumont, I’
Avery’s POVMy hand stayed on the door."How do you know where I live?" My voice came out level.He tilted his head slightly. "It wasn't difficult to find.""You shouldn't be here." I didn't step back and didn't open the door wider either. "We have an office. There is a process.""I know," he said, his hand slipped into his pockets. "I thought if you saw me outside all of that, you might reconsider." His eyes moved briefly past me into the apartment, then back to my face. "Less pressure, more honest.""Can we go inside and talk?""No." I folded my arms across my chest. "We can talk here."He scoffed, tilting his head to the side slightly. He settled where he was, as if standing in someone's doorway uninvited at nine o'clock at night was perfectly ordinary."The proposal is solid," he said, his voice shifting into business tone. "Why didn’t you accept it, Ms. Montreaux?""Mr. Beaumont." I held his gaze. "I made myself clear two days ago. Nothing has changed."He studied me for a mome
Nate’s POVIt was Monday morning after the wedding I woke up with a headache that wouldn’t stop.We had finished the press photo shoot for Vogue after the meeting yesterday and today was the two-hour interview about “the new Sterling power couple” that made my skin to crawl. Celeste answered most
Avery’s POVOn the third day I kicked Wyatt out, the beach house was already suffocating me because of its silence. I kept on checking the door, glancing at my phone expecting his name to light up the screen. No calls and no texts. He actually listened.I told myself this was what I wanted, space
Wyatt’s POVI didn’t sleep.I sat in my hotel room with my laptop open with running searches, making calls to contacts who specialized in things most people didn’t want to know about. Marcus also worked through all the night tracking vehicles, running plates and checking hotel registries within a
Avery’s POVI sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the wall for hours. Broken glass still littered the room floor. I didn’t have the energy to clean it.I heard voices through the thin walls. It was Marcus first, low and urgent. Then another voice cut through, louder and desperate.Wyatt...My ch







