LOGINEvelyn’s POVThere was no way this was a staff apartment.There were glass doors, a uniformed doorman standing beneath an enormous canopy and a fountain.“Did HR accidentally give me the address of a five-star hotel?”I checked the email again.The Sterling Residences. 88 West 63rd Street. Apartment 1702.That was definitely the address maybe the building had a terrible interior or the apartments were tiny, and all the money had gone into the lobby.I pulled into the parking garage and found my assigned space.By the time I’d dragged my suitcases into the lobby, a uniformed attendant was already approaching.“Miss Hart?”“Yes?”“Welcome to Sterling Residences. We’ve been expecting you.”“Of course you have,” I muttered.He offered to help with my luggage, and for once in my life, I didn’t argue.Ten minutes later, I was standing outside apartment 1702.I unlocked the door, stepped inside and stopped.“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”The apartment was enormous, not Adrian Vale enormo
Evelyn’s POVBy four in the afternoon, I had successfully convinced myself that Adrian Vale was suffering from a personality disorder.There was simply no other explanation because he was behaving as though the entire morning had never happened.No mention of Sebastian or Camille.And definitely no mention of the fact that he’d thrown me out of his office for asking a perfectly reasonable question.Instead, he’d spent the day issuing instructions, reviewing contracts, and criticizing a financial report because someone had used the wrong font.“Calibri, Evelyn,” he’d said, looking personally offended. “We agreed on Calibri.”I’d wanted to staple the document to his forehead but I liked my salary.So I’d smiled, corrected the font, and continued working.Professional Evelyn was who I was today.And apparently, professional Evelyn didn’t get to ask questions about mysterious women named Camille.Fine by me.I glanced at the clock and it was 4:17 p.m which was perfect because Daniel usual
Evelyn’s POVI looked at Adrian, then at the stranger sitting in his chair.Four years.I’d worked for Adrian Vale for four years, managed his calendar, booked his flights, organized his family obligations, and even knew what brand of toothpaste he preferred.And somehow, I’d missed an entire brother?“You have a brother?” I blurted.“Stepbrother,” Adrian corrected sharply.The stranger pressed a hand against his chest.“Ouch. Still making that distinction, Adrian? After all these years?”“Get out of my chair.”“Not even a hello?”“Sebastian.”“Fine, fine.”The man rose leisurely, straightening his expensive suit as though he had all the time in the world.He was almost as tall as Adrian, with features that looked like it had gotten him out of trouble more times than he deserved.“So,” he said, turning toward me, “you’re probably wondering why you’ve never heard of me.”“Actually, yes.”He laughed. “Refreshing you finally got an honest woman.”“Sebastian,” Adrian warned.“I’m the side
Evelyn’s POVI had never heard Adrian Vale sound that dangerous and considering I’d worked for him for four years, that was saying something.“Let me make something very clear, Daniel. You don’t get to betray a woman and then accuse her of doing the same thing because she refuses to come crawling back to you.”I sat frozen beside him, my forgotten breakfast growing cold.Daniel was shouting loud enough that I could hear him through the phone.Adrian didn’t raise his voice.“You spent six years with Evelyn. Six years during which she trusted you, defended you, and planned a future with you. You repaid her by sleeping with her best friend.”A pause. “And now you have the audacity to question her loyalty?”I swallowed. “Adrian…”He glanced at me briefly before continuing.“Whatever happened between you and Evelyn is over. You don’t get to dictate where she goes, who she sees, or where she spends the night.”Daniel said something and Adrian’s expression darkened. “No, Cross. You listen to
Evelyn’s POVI had officially decided that Adrian Vale was trying to kill me.Not physically, of course. Although, considering the size of his apartment, I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a dungeon somewhere.No, he was trying to kill me with embarrassment.Because how exactly was I supposed to sit across from a man I’d practically begged to kiss me the previous night and pretend everything was normal?I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror “You’re an adult, Evelyn. Act like one.”My reflection looked unconvinced.I’d showered, brushed my teeth twice, and changed into the clothes Mrs. Whitmore had apparently washed and pressed for me. My headache had reduced to a dull throb, but my dignity was still missing.I checked my phone to see twelve missed calls from Daniel and three messages.I locked the screen. “Not today, Satan.”I picked up my bag and headed downstairs, except downstairs wasn’t exactly downstairs, it was an enormous staircase leading into what looked like the pr
Evelyn’s POVAdrian stared at me with a devilish grin. “Well, you were all over me last night. So I wouldn’t say sex was completely out of the question.”My soul left my body. “What?”He took another sip of coffee. “Quite determined, actually.”“Oh my God.”“You practically threw yourself at me.”“Adrian!”“What?”“Please tell me you’re joking.”He looked at me over the rim of his cup. “Would that make you feel better?”“YES!”“Then I’m joking.”I stared at him, he smiled and I wanted to die and it was not metaphorically, I genuinely wanted the ground to open up, swallow me, and deposit me somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean without a life jacket.“You are a horrible person.”“So I’ve been told.”“I hate you.”“That’s unfortunate. I was beginning to enjoy your company.”I pulled the covers over my head.“No. Absolutely not, I’m leaving the country and changing my name.”“All because you tried to kiss me?”I threw the covers off. And Adrian laughed. “I DID WHAT?”“You’re enj







