RomanI looked to my right. She hadn't said a word since I set her down in the car. The same girl who could throw daggers with her mouth was now sitting stiff and silent, eyes glued to the window like it held all the answers to the universe.Her arms were folded tight across her chest, the way she always sat when she was trying too hard not to feel something.Leo was at the wheel, silent too. I dragged my palm down my jaw and leaned my head back slightly. The city lights flashed across the windshield, making it harder to ignore the pulse in my temple."I didn't carry you to make you sulk the whole ride," She didn't even turn to look at me. Good. She was mad.But at least she was here."Were you going to stand there all night pretending your Uber was coming. That car hasn't moved in ten minutes," I added."Maybe I preferred waiting," she snapped, still facing the window.I smirked. "You preferred waiting alone. At night. In that area. That's either brave or stupid.""Maybe I didn't w
MayaI kept my eyes fixed on the wall in front of me. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break."I'm not crying," I muttered.He chuckled and shut the door behind him with a soft thud. "Right," he said, the word dripping with teasing disbelief. "Just sitting on the stairs alone... eyes red... voice wobbly... not crying at all. Got it."I rolled my eyes, sniffed once, and hugged my knees tighter. "Go away, Roman.""Nope."I expected him to lean against the wall, toss a few more sarcastic lines my way before leaving me alone.Instead, he sank down beside me. Right next to me."What are you doing?"He ignored the question and studied my profile like he was trying to read a language only he could understand. "You know... you're kind of a crybaby."I scoffed and turned my face away. "And you're kind of a jerk.""And yet here we are," he said smoothly, his tone lighter than the weight that hung in the air. "Sitting together like old times."I hated that part of me want
MayaI stepped into the lobby, My head wasn't in any of it. My conversation with Roman yesterday looped through my thoughts like a stubborn track stuck on repeat.I didn't want to admit that a part of me still did know him—the Roman I left behind in Chicago. The one who gave me shelter when everything in my life fell apart. The one who annoyed the hell out of me but also listened, challenged me, made me feel like more than just my last name."And now you're working under him, brilliant," I muttered to myself, reaching the elevator.I pressed the button and waited, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the silver doors.Mateo's words echoed in the corners of my mind. He's dangerous, Maya. He uses people.But what if Mateo said that to get under his skin? To plant a seed of doubt and watch it grow?What if Roman wasn't the villain Mateo wanted me to see?The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. I stepped inside, reaching for the floor button—A hand blocked the doors. And in walked the las
RomanShe smelled like peaches. That damn elevator scene hadn't left my head.The way her breath hitched when I stepped in. The way her spine stiffened, like she was ready for war but her eyes, those eyes, they betrayed her.Maya Hartwell still burned for me.She tried to act like she didn't. But I saw through it. Hell, I felt it.The way her lips parted, the way she barely held herself together that wasn't someone indifferent. That was someone lying to herself.And maybe I was lying too. Because the truth was, I didn't just want her close so she could watch her father's empire unravel from the inside.I wanted her close for me. For the way she still challenged me with every word. For the fire she gave even when she was losing ground.And maybe... because the chaos in her eyes made me forget the ones in mine.But she was also a distraction. One I couldn't afford.I could play it cool. I could stay sharp with her sitting right across from me. But her?She couldn't fake it well enough.
MayaI adjusted the collar of my blouse, finger-combing my hair. "Tell me again why you didn't quit the second he told you you'd be working closely with Roman?" Cassie's voice rang through the speaker. "And don't you think your Prince Charming wants you back?""I don't know," I muttered, checking my mascara for smudges. "Because I'm cursed? Or because my father is holding the engagement over my head like a goddamn guillotine?""You didn't answer my question.""I'm still figuring that out."I could practically hear her eye roll. "Well, for what it's worth, if I ever get to meet this Roman guy, I'm swinging first.""Swinging what, exactly?""A punch, Maya. A punch."I laughed under my breath. "You've never punched anyone in your life.""There's a first time for everything.""Okay, before you punch him make sure you have prepare your fist well. And I will talk to you later. I'm getting back to the office." I ended the call before she could say more. Roman's glass office came into view
MayaI came to work early slid into my seat quietly, trying to breathe past the tight feeling in my chest. I turned on the monitor and pretended to scroll through emails, but my gaze kept betraying me.It went to him. Roman.Through the glass wall of his office, I could see him. Leaning against his desk, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a phone to his ear, his brows drawn.His voice was low, muffled by the glass, but the intensity in his posture said more than words ever could. I hated that I noticed that. I hated that I cared enough to notice at all.I hadn't spoken to him since our last interaction. The folder he tossed me was still sitting unopened in the drawer beneath my desk. Childish? Maybe. But I hadn't decided how to feel about any of this yet—him being here, working under my father's name, walking around like this wasn't insane.Because it was. It was insane.Why was he even here? Who sent him? What was he planning?And more importantly—why did a tiny part of me fee