INICIAR SESIÓNIt wasn't a romantic kiss or a gentle one. It was abrupt, firm, loaded with all the tension that had built up between us through weeks of corporate games and unspoken feelings. A kiss full of frustration, pent-up desire, anger… every word we couldn't say and every feeling we'd tried to rationalize. Nate kissed me back immediately, as if that moment had shattered the last barrier of control he'd been holding onto. His hands came up to frame my face, his fingers tangling in my hair, and his body pressed against mine with an intensity that felt like a physical answer to everything we'd avoided saying. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent. Every breath was short and uneven, and every touch felt like a silent confession, more honest than anything we could've tried to speak. His hands moved down my body slowly, steady and sure, as if there wasn't room for hesitation anymore. I didn't know who started it, but suddenly we were stripping away layers of fabric like they were the last wal
I reached Nate's house with my heart pounding, every step down that tree-lined path tightening the knot of determination and nerves tangled inside me. When I rang the doorbell, he opened almost immediately, leaning against the doorframe like he'd been waiting there. There was something in the way he held himself that told me he already knew exactly why I'd come. "So you already heard," he said, completely unsurprised. "HR told me this morning," I replied, stopping a few feet from him, trying to keep some physical space between us—space I hoped would help me think straight. "I'm back on Monday, but under supervision." Something about the way he stood there bothered me deeply. Too controlled and prepared, like he'd rehearsed this conversation in his head before I even showed up. It was the same professional mask he wore in high-stakes meetings, when he had to negotiate impossible contracts or handle delicate situations. "Do you even want me to come back?" I asked, going straigh
The email landed in my inbox at nine a.m., formal and straight to the point. [Subject: Reinstatement to Position – Annie Bennett.] My heart still sped up as I opened it, even though Gwen had already told me yesterday's meeting had ended with me getting my job back. [Dear Ms. Bennett, we inform you that the administrative board of Kensington International has decided on your reinstatement to your position. Please report to the Human Resources Department at 10:30 a.m. to sign the pertinent documents and receive a briefing on the procedures for the temporary supervision period.] The words temporary supervision felt like a constant reminder that even cleared, I was still being watched, evaluated, and measured. Better than suspension, but far from a real victory. I arrived at HR right on time, doing my best to look composed despite the storm inside me. Clara, the HR rep, greeted me with a polite smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and handed me a stack of documents to sign. "Welc
Nathaniel's POV Standing in the hallway outside the board room, with five minutes before the meeting that would decide Annie's future and possibly mine, I pulled out my phone. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a few seconds before I finally started typing. The seventh question I'd planned to ask her was different from the rest. And somehow, I felt like I needed her answer before I made any decision about Marcus's proposal. [If you had to choose between what you want… and what's best for the person you love… what would you choose?] I stared at the message on the screen, my thumb hanging over the send button. It was a loaded question, way too revealing of my own headspace. But maybe that was exactly why I needed to send it—to understand how Annie thought about love, sacrifice, and making the hard choices. I hit send before I could talk myself out of it. The meeting room door loomed in front of me like a monument to my indecision. In a few minutes, I'd be sitting at tha
My phone buzzed on the coffee table while I was finishing up straightening the apartment, still mentally trying to process everything that had happened the night before. The call with Wanderer had been… intense in a way I wasn't prepared for. Every time I remembered his voice, the things we'd shared over the phone, I felt a mix of excitement and nerves that completely threw me off balance. I picked up my phone and saw a message from him. It was the answer to my last question. My heart immediately sped up. [Maybe the mistake isn't trying to reconnect… maybe the real mistake is thinking fun and something serious can't exist together. Isn't that what makes everything worthwhile? Last night was incredibly fun… and I can't stop thinking about it. But I also can't stop imagining what it would be like to have you beside me every day, not just for fun.] I read the message three times, a smile tugging at my lips before I could stop it. Wanderer had a way of saying things that always caugh
Nathaniel's POV "You talk like Annie doesn't have a choice," I said, leaning back in my chair to look him straight in the eye. Marcus paused, then leaned forward slightly, wearing that calculated smile that irritated me to the core. There was something about him that always suggested he thought he was three steps ahead of everyone else, like he was the only one who could see the whole board. "She has a choice," he said, adjusting his posture. "But it seems something is keeping her in London. Something that's making her hesitate about accepting an opportunity that's clearly better for her career." He leaned forward even more, studying my face with a sharp, probing gaze. It felt like he was dissecting every microexpression, searching for any flicker that might reveal what I really thought. "Would that something be you, Nathaniel?" The question dropped between us like a live bomb. I kept my expression neutral, but inside, it landed like a punch to the gut. "No," I said, tryi







