LOGINDrisanaBefore I could answer, Charlotte appeared beside him carrying two drinks. The moment she saw me she froze, then burst into laughter."Oh my God."Jax looked between us."What?"Charlotte reached up and wiped at the corner of his mouth with her thumb."You missed one." I looked closer. There’s not just one. He has lipstick marks on his collar, jaw, and the side of his neck. There were lipstick marks everywhere.My mouth slowly fell open.“Charlotte.”She looked utterly unapologetic. Jax finally understood."Oh… Oh. I can explain.”He scratched the back of his neck."You really can't," Armani muttered.I covered my mouth, trying not to laugh as Charlotte slipped her hand into mine."I think we should leave before the interrogation starts.""Oh, no," I said. "We're absolutely interrogating you.""Come on,” she laughed. She gently tugged me toward the lounge area."Boys aren't allowed."Jax pointed at himself."It's my birthday."Charlotte smiled sweetly."Go entertain your gues
Drisana Saturday arrived faster than I expected.By evening, the bedroom looked as though a small fashion storm had swept through it.Three dresses lay abandoned across the bed. A pair of heels sat near the wardrobe. Two handbags were open on the vanity. And somehow, I still had nothing to wear."This is ridiculous." I folded my arms.The walk-in closet door stood open behind me. I glanced from one dress to another before letting out a defeated sigh.One was too formal. Another looked too plain. The last one… I wasn't sure about it."It's just Jax's birthday," I muttered. "Not the Met Gala.”Still, I found myself reaching for the brown dress again.It was simple. Short enough to feel youthful without being revealing. The open-back design added just enough elegance.Maybe...Just maybe…I slipped into it before fastening the hidden zipper as carefully as my almost-healed arm would allow.The fabric hugged my waist before falling softly over my hips. I studied myself in the mirror.Too
DrisanaThe next morning, I woke to sunlight spilling through the curtains. I lay there and stared at the ceiling.My mind was quiet.No nightmares or panic or replaying the attack over and over.Then last night crept back into my mind, Armani's trembling voice."...it's driving me insane."My cheeks warmed. I buried my face in the pillow.No.Stop thinking about it. It didn't mean anything. We had cleared the misunderstanding between us.That was all.Anyone would have felt relieved after finally saying everything they'd kept bottled up.That strange feeling in my chest? Relief. Nothing more.Definitely not—"No."I shook my head at myself. I wasn't falling for Armani Rossi. That would be ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. And absurd. A year. That was all this marriage had ever been. One year. After that, we’d go our separate ways. I wasn't about to complicate everything because we'd almost kissed.Almost.Nothing had actually happened.The thought somehow made my stomach flutter an
Drisana "It..." He closed his eyes. "...it's driving me insane."The words hung between us.This… this wasn't the Armani Rossi I'd come to know.His shoulders, usually so straight and composed, seemed weighed down by something invisible. His breathing had become uneven, his voice rough around the edges.How long had he been carrying all of this by himself?Before I could gather my thoughts, he reached for my hand. I thought he was going to hold it.Instead… he placed my palm against his chest."Hit me."My eyes widened, "What?""If it'll make you feel better..."His voice barely sounded like his own."Hit me.""No."He gave a humorless laugh.Then, before I could pull away, he wrapped his hand over mine and struck his own chest with it.The dull thud echoed through the hallway."Armani!"He hit his chest again. Harder this time. "Stop!"He didn't. It was as though he couldn't hear me anymore. Every word he'd buried over the past few days kept spilling out. The next hit was on his fa
ArmaniHer eyes widened, "...What?""I said let it go."A bitter laugh escaped her. "That's your solution?""My solution is keeping you safe. My solution is making sure you never have to go through something like that again."She pushed her plate away."So I'm just supposed to pretend it never happened?""No. But you don't need to chase every answer.""Why not?""Because the last time you did..." I stopped. The memories returned before I could stop them."...you almost didn't come home."The words hung heavily between us. She lowered her eyes."I know.”"I don't think you do." I leaned forward, "If you did… you wouldn't be trying to walk back into another storm."She looked up sharply."So what am I supposed to do? Sit here? Wait? Hope whoever did this decides to leave me alone and never come back for more?"She paused and then continued, "I can't. I've spent my entire life waiting for people to save me. My father. Carter. My so-called friends. They all made choices for me. I'm done
Armani "Who was on the phone?"Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I turned around.She stood just outside the bathroom, her damp hair falling over one shoulder. The oversized T-shirt she wore nearly swallowed her whole, stopping just above her knees. The cast on her arm looked painfully out of place against the soft fabric.For a second, I looked at her. She had spoken first. It was such a small thing. Yet somehow, it felt like we'd crossed a distance neither of us had known how to bridge.I slipped my phone into my pocket."Someone from the security company."A faint crease appeared between her brows. "They called you?"I nodded, "They were following up.""Did they find something?"I hesitated, "Not yet."She accepted the answer with a small nod, though I could tell her mind was already trying to fit the missing pieces together.The room settled into another stretch of silence.I hated it. I hated what we'd become. There was a time when silence between us had meant comfort. No
DRISANA He was already smirking when our eyes met. Chills ran down my spine. “Mr Stalker?” I didn’t mean to say it, but that was the first thing that came out of my mouth. The smirk vanished as soon as I turned to face him. “W—What? I wasn’t stalking—” he began. “How do you know about th
ARMANI “Will you be my boyfriend?” I stared at her. If I said that didn’t catch me off guard I’d be lying. It was so sudden. There she goes again. Amusing me without doing too much. She stared back with her chin up like whatever she had just asked was completely normal. The courage of this w
DRISANA Carter was calling again. I watched his name light up my screen and let it go dark without touching it. Seventeen missed calls since last night. I had lain in the dark with my phone face up on the pillow, staring at that unanswered text until the light outside my window changed color
ARMANI *Who are you?* Eight months and she picks tonight to ask. Not a random Tuesday. Not after one of those late conversations where something almost real slipped through before one of us pulled it back. Tonight. When her fiancé had brutally thrust inside her best friend in doggy style and h







