ANMELDENBriggs POVThe first thing I noticed was Cameron.The guy looked like he was trying very hard not to look at something, or someone.That alone caught my attention.Because people only avoided looking when they were afraid of what they'd see. The yacht was crowded.Investors. Politicians. Socialites.People who smiled too much and said too little.Dara's birthday parties always looked less like celebrations and more like networking events disguised as fun. Yet somehow, out of everyone on board, my attention landed on Cameron.The man looked tense, like every muscle in his body was preparing for impact. Beside me, Lumi followed my gaze.Her expression immediately shifted. Recognition."Oh."I glanced at her. "You know him?"She looked at me like I'd asked whether water was wet."That's Cameron." Then after a beat, she says. "Clover's ex."That got my attention, not because Lumi knew him.Because suddenly I was staring at one of my former employees and realizing he'd somehow dated her be
Clover POVIf there was one thing I had learned during the last two days, it was that Cameron was incapable of being normal under pressure.Actually, scratch that.I wasn't entirely convinced Cameron was capable of being normal under any circumstance.The small boat rocked gently against the water as it carried us toward Dara's yacht, the city lights glittering across the dark ocean like scattered diamonds.The view should've been beautiful, peaceful.Romantic even.Instead, I was sitting across from a grown man who had checked behind him seventeen times in the last ten minutes.Yes.I counted.Because after the tenth time, it became impossible not to."Stop looking behind us."Cameron immediately looked behind us again.I closed my eyes slowly, patiently. The way people did before committing crimes."I said you’re doing it again.""What?"I pointed. "You know exactly what."His gaze flicked toward the water, then toward the marina. Then toward another boat passing several yards away,
Lumi POVCaius opened his mouth, probably to say something stupid and dramatic.Something he would regret tomorrow and somehow blame on somebody else.But before another word could leave his mouth, he swayed. The movement was subtle. Small enough that most people would've missed it.I didn't, neither did Briggs.Neither did the two security guards hovering nearby like they were seconds away from earning their paycheck.Caius blinked once, then again. His expression briefly losing focus. And suddenly the entire situation became fucking ridiculous.Because this wasn't some dangerous mastermind standing in front of me. This was a drunk man making a fool of himself on somebody else's yacht.The realization should've made me feel better, it didn't. Because Caius drunk was unpredictable, and unpredictable people were exhausting."Caius."A familiar female voice cut through the tension.Everybody turned, including me. And immediately wished I hadn't.Wren.Because apparently this night wasn'
Lumi POVI should've walked away. The thought came to me for the third time in less than a minute.I should've turned around, and taken Briggs' hand. Find Dara, or literally anybody else, then leave.Instead, I stood there watching my ex-fiancé embarrass himself in front of half of New York.The ocean rocked gently beneath the yacht, music continued somewhere behind us. Champagne glasses clinked.People laughed, or at least they had been laughing.Now?Nobody was laughing. Nobody was even pretending to talk anymore. Because Caius Hall had decided to make himself the center of attention.Again.My stomach twisted as I stared at the phone in his hand. The screen was still lit, still displaying that picture. My picture.A picture I never knew existed. I hated how cold my skin suddenly felt. Not because the photo was revealing or because it was inappropriate. But because it felt invasive, wrong. Like I was looking at something I wasn't supposed to see. The photo had been taken from behi
Briggs POV The second Lumi stepped onto the yacht, I regretted coming. Not because of Dara, or because of the guest list. And definitely not because of the press boats circling the marina like vultures waiting for somebody rich to embarrass themselves. No. I regretted coming because every man on the damn dock looked at her. Every. Single. One. The yacht stretched across the water like a floating city. Music drifted from the upper decks. Champagne glasses sparkled under the hanging lights. People laughed, some posed for photos, pretending like they weren't constantly judging each other. Normal rich people behavior. Lumi paused beside me, staring up at the yacht. "That's not a boat." A laugh escaped me. "No, that’s a country." "Basically." Her eyes widened slightly. And there it was, that look of curiosity and excitement. I found myself staring again. Which has become a problem recently, a serious one. Because every time she smiled, my brain forgot how to function. "Stop
Lumi POVThe third swimsuit was somehow worse than the first two. I stood in front of the full-length mirror, tugging at the fabric for what had to be the hundredth time.The model online looked incredible, of course she had. She was six feet tall, had abs, and probably drank green juice for fun.I looked like I was losing an argument with elastic.A sigh escaped me, then another. Then a third.Behind me, Briggs looked up from where he was sitting on the edge of the bed."You done?""No.""You've been fighting that swimsuit for twenty minutes.""Guess I'm winning."His mouth twitched.I narrowed my eyes. "Don't laugh.""I'm not.""You are.""I'm trying not to." He said, muffling a laugh.That was somehow worse, I looked back at the mirror. The swimsuit wasn't ugly, the problem was me.Or at least the version of me that still remembered every comment, every comparison, every moment someone made me feel like my body needed permission to exist.My fingers drifted to my waist, then my hip
Lumi POVThe elevator doors slid open to the penthouse, and the familiar scent of leather and Briggs’s cologne hit me like a safety net I hadn’t realized I needed. Brianna stepped out first, her keys jingling as she tossed them onto the marble counter without a word. She gave me one last glance—ha
I glanced at it, then swam towards it and saw an unknown number flashing on the screen, and decided whatever it was could wait. The hot water of the public bath had finally started to loosen the deep ache on my body. I wasn’t about to let a random call pull me out of this fragile peace. Not now.Th
LumiThe elevator ride up was pure torture. Briggs didn’t say a word, but his hand stayed pressed to the small of my back like an anchor, fingers splayed wide enough to claim every inch of skin through my dress. My legs were still trembling from the car, from the way his fingers had curled inside
Briggs’ POVThe words are still hanging between us when the music slams back in.She looks at me like she wants to argue, like she should. But she doesn’t.And the second she goes quiet, I made the decision for both of us. My hand closes around her wrist firmly, but not rough. But there’s no space







