로그인Evelyn’s POVI and Adrian stared at my mother in shock and she was just smiling.And somewhere in the distance, I was fairly certain God was laughing at me.“Mom,” I said through clenched teeth, “I’m sure Mr. Vale has somewhere important to be.”“Actually,” Adrian replied, pulling out the empty chair beside me, “I have a few minutes.”Absolute traitor.“Wonderful!” Mom exclaimed.Adrian sat down, looking entirely too comfortable for a man who had just walked into an ambush.A waiter appeared almost immediately. “Your usual, Mr. Vale?”I turned toward him. “Your usual?”Adrian didn’t look at me. “Black coffee, please.”“Right away, sir.”I narrowed my eyes. “You come here often?”“Occasionally.”“Occasionally enough to have a usual?”“Is there a problem, Evelyn?”“Not at all.”Mom watched us with the delighted expression of someone who’d discovered free entertainment.“So, Mr. Vale, how long has my daughter been working for you now?”“Four years.”“And she’s been behaving herself?”I n
EvelynThere were few things my mother was exceptionally good at.Cooking, finding out things nobody wanted her to know, and making people confess their sins without ever raising her voice.Unfortunately, I was about to experience the third one.“You’re late,” she announced the moment I approached our table.I checked my watch. “By three minutes.”“Three minutes is late.”“Good morning to you too, Mom.”She stood and gave me a hug that made me want to forget I was twenty-five years old and cry into her shoulder.Instead, I hugged her back and sat down.We were at Bellamy’s Café, a charming little place on the Upper West Side where my mother liked to meet her friends and pretend she wasn’t judging everyone’s outfits.She’d already ordered tea because she believed coffee was responsible for most of society’s problems.“Have you eaten?” she asked.“Yes mom I had toast.”She studied my face. “You look tired.”“Thank you. You look lovely too.”The waiter appeared, and I ordered a cappuccin
Evelyn’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







