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32. Stalking
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His Beauty Her Beast 34. Bar Fight
Rowan's POVI leaned against the side of my car, arms crossed, the cool metal biting into my back as I stared at the glowing neon sign of the bar.Why the hell would Volkov leave her here?Out of all places. A bar and at night.Okay, not technically alone—she had him with her—but that wasn’t the point. And he wasn't here anymore. He had that look about him, like a guy who bought girl-scout cookies out of guilt and thought tipping 5% was “generous”. Not exactly bodyguard material.I exhaled through my nose, eyes narrowing at the door.What was happening in there right now? Was she laughing at something? Did someone put his hand on hers? Was she doing that soft smile she used when she pretended she wasn’t amused?God.I shouldn’t care. I didn’t care.This was just… recon. Yes. Strategic observation.I checked my watch. She’d been inside for ten minutes. What could possibly be taking that long? Drinks, maybe. Or… what if she was meeting someone? Someone Volkov wanted her to talk to? Some
His Beauty Her Beast 33. Am I Being Paranoid?
Elena's POVThe moment the words left his mouth—“Sweetheart, I think you’re mistaken. I never sent you any flowers.” —it was like someone had pulled a rug out from under me.A cold rush of blood ran through my veins so fast I almost felt dizzy. For a moment, the sound of clinking glasses and murmured conversations in the restaurant faded, replaced by the deafening thud of my own heartbeat.I blinked at him, searching his face for even the slightest sign that he might be lying. But his expression was deadly serious, the lightness from before completely gone. Damon wasn’t teasing, wasn’t being coy. He genuinely had no idea what I was talking about.Which meant…My gut twisted. My instincts, the ones I’d been brushing off for days, screamed at me that I was right all along. The feeling I’d been having—that crawling sensation on the back of my neck when I walked home, the flicker of a shadow in my periphery, the sound of footsteps when I knew I was alone—it wasn’t paranoia.Someone was wat
His Beauty Her Beast 32. Stalking
Rowan's POVI was fine.Perfectly fine.Absolutely not pacing my office like a feral wolf stuck in a shoebox while imagining snapping Damon bloody Volkov’s stupid, smug jaw in two.No, of course not. I’m a professional. A leader. A man in complete control of his emotions.Right.I slammed the pen in my hand down so hard that it snapped in half. Ink splattered across my desk, across the quarterly report—good. Now it looked as ruined as my evening.Who the hell had thought it was a good idea for Elena to have dinner with him?Volkov. My direct competitor. The man whose company tries to steal contracts out from under mine like it’s some kind of sport. The man whose face looks like it belongs in one of those boring luxury watch ads that somehow make you feel poor.I cursed under my breath.No—loudly. I cursed very loudly. My assistant peeked in, but one look at my face and she backed out faster than a cat avoiding a bathtub.I jabbed a finger at the air as if Volkov himself were standing t
His Beauty Her Beast 31. Dinner
Elena's POVIt was 7:15 PM.The office was finally silent, soaked in the kind of stillness that only came when the fluorescent lights started to flicker slightly and the air conditioning hummed with sleepy finality. Everyone had left. Even Nina had vanished hours ago. The world beyond these glass walls had softened into the quiet lull of evening traffic and city lights stretching their limbs into the dusk.I pulled my bag over my shoulder, exhaled, and turned—ready to step into the elevator, into the night, into a quiet dinner where someone would actually smile at me instead of shooting daggers across the room for putting his files in alphabetical order instead of chronological.But I barely got two steps before I collided into someone.Solid. Broad. Warm. Too close.I staggered back with a sharp gasp, only for a hand—his hand—to catch my wrist before I could fall backward.“Careful,” Rowan said, voice as low and steady as ever.Of course it was him.Of course.He didn’t let go of my
His Beauty Her Beast 30. Banter
Elena's POVThere was that feeling again.It had started small—a twinge at the back of my neck, the sense that someone was standing just a step behind me, breathing down my collar. A shadow slipping into the corner of my vision whenever I left the building. I’d turn, quickly, pretending to search for something in my bag or tying my hair, but… nothing. No one.But the unease stayed.Like something intangible had begun creeping into my skin and refused to leave.And the worst part? It wasn’t just once. It was every day now.I would walk to the corner store for my favourite overpriced lemon pastry, and the moment I stepped out, I’d feel it—the weight of invisible eyes. Then in the café, while ordering coffee, a cold shiver would run down my spine like someone was behind me, close. Too close.But every time I turned to confront it, there was no one.“Paranoia”, I muttered to myself in the elevator mirror one afternoon. “Just your imagination.”Except… it didn’t feel like imagination.And
His Beauty Her Beast 29. Denying The Feelings
Rowan's POVI was hunched over my desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, drowning in a stack of the latest financial files Tony had dumped on me. Margins, acquisitions, projections—I’d read them all twice, and yet my brain wasn’t retaining a damn thing.Frustrated, I leaned back in my chair, rubbing the back of my neck. The numbers swam in front of my eyes. Maybe I hadn’t slept enough last night. Maybe seeing him send her flowers this morning had fried whatever patience I had left.I shook the thought off. Work, Rowan. Focus on work. That’s the only thing that won’t turn on you.Just as I was about to dive back into the spreadsheets, my phone dinged on the desk. I glanced at it absently—Nina.Tch.Probably another sarcastic comment about the meeting. I almost didn’t bother opening it. But then another message came through.Nina: “Since your little assistant is about to steal the spotlight today… I thought you should see her first. Oh, brother… She cleans up beautifully, doesn’t she?”
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