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Chapter 38: A little desperate
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2025-08-03 21:58:10
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His To Own Chapter 49: Cooperation
ANYA’S POVI was fucking sober now.The wine had burned out of my system, leaving behind a dull ache behind my eyes and a tightness in my chest that had nothing to do with alcohol. The kind of tightness that showed up when the truth was sitting in the room and refused to leave.Kane’s question still lingers between us.“Why did you break up with me back in high school?”I didn't answer immediately.The night presses against the glass windows behind him, city lights fractured into thin reflections. I focused on that instead of his face. My hands clasped in my lap, fingers woven so tightly that my knuckles turned pale.He waits.I inhale slowly. The air feels heavier than it should.“My mom got sick.” I finally saidThere it is. Out in the open.Something shifts in him instantly, it wasn't dramatic, just a tightening of his shoulders. A stillness.“Sick how?”“Really sick and we didn’t know why” I replied. My voice sounds steady. I don’t know how. “It happened fast. One minute she was j
His To Own CHAPTER 48: Big Question
KANE’S POVI shouldn’t have come here.That was the first thought that hit me as I stood outside her door. I had done everything I could to avoid her, to pretend she still didn't get to me. When Rita told me Anya was waiting in my private reception, I could have ended the meeting and gone to her. But I didn’t. I wanted her to understand what it felt like to wait, to long for something, the same way I’d been longing for her without even realizing it.I’d told myself this visit was about business, about the debt Liam left behind, about the call I’d ignored but the truth was, I couldn’t get her voice out of my head since I hung up. Avoiding her had been harder than I ever wanted to admit. And somewhere between pushing her away and pretending not to care, I’d come to realize something terrifyingly simple,I was in love with her.Then she opened the door.Towel. Wet hair. Skin still glistening with drops of water.For a man who prided himself on control, I forgot what that even meant in tha
His To Own CHAPTER 47: Please?
I stumbled down the stairs, clutching my towel. My head was spinning, and I wasn’t sure if it was from standing up too fast or from the wine. Muttering a curse under my breath at whoever dared disturb me, I reached the door and yanked it open.And froze.Kane stood there in all black. His shirt hung open at the top, three buttons undone. Sleeves rolled up, arms crossed, his whole body screamed calm danger. His face was unreadable, and for a moment I blinked, wondering if I was drunk enough to be seeing things.“Well, if it isn’t his majesty,” I slurred, leaning against the doorframe. “What are you doing here? I thought you were busy.”“What are you doing?” His voice was sharp. “I’ve been at your door for a while. And why are you…” He stopped. His eyes moved down my body and back up again, slow and heavy, like he was peeling me apart layer by layer.When his gaze finally met mine, he frowned. Without another word, he pushed me back gently and stepped inside, shutting the door behind hi
His To Own CHAPTER 46: Letting Lose
The waiting room at M Enterprises felt too quiet, too perfect. The tea the receptionist had offered me was long gone, but the nerves in my stomach remained.I didn’t even have an appointment, but she had kindly let me wait while she informed Kane that I was here. That was over two hours ago.I sat on the edge of the chair, fingers twisting in my lap until they ached. My palms were damp, but I refused to wipe them on my skirt and looked even more nervous. My heart thudded so loud it almost drowned out the soft clicking of the receptionist’s keyboard.I had tried calling him for days now and even called him all morning, but he hadn’t answered. He was probably still angry with me.It had been a week since we last spoke. Tara had stayed with me for two days, and in those two days we had hatched a plan — a messy plan, one I wasn’t ready to follow but had no choice. It was either that, or keep living with an invisible chain around my neck.I smoothed my blouse for the tenth time, though the
His To Own CHAPTER 45: A New Plan
ANYA'S POVI had just finished wiping down the last counter, the sharp-sweet scent of the new candles drifting through the air. The weekend couldn’t come soon enough. Since Liam’s death, I’d told Rose to take a break, so the house had been entirely in my hands, every surface polished, every dish prepared, every corner waiting for Tara’s arrival.She’d called me yesterday, saying she would be flying in from Boston early in the morning and would be staying over for two days before leaving. And I’d gone all out, carefully preparing her favorite dishes, pouring my heart into each one and silently praying she’d love them. But little worries eat at me. Would Tara like the flowers I’d picked up this morning? Was the living room arranged just right, or should I move the long white couch closer to the floor-to-ceiling window so she could enjoy the view of the flower beds outside? And what about the candles—would the vanilla and jasmine scent feel welcoming, or overwhelming?The doorbell rang,
His To Own CHAPTER 44: Old Friends
ANYA’S POVThe smell of frying eggs filled the kitchen, mixing with the soft crackle of the pan. I shuffled around the counter in my slippers, flipping bread in the toaster while muttering every insult I could think of under my breath.Kane was still upstairs, probably taking his sweet time in the shower like he owned the place.I still couldn’t believe I was making him breakfast. After I took care of him, let him sleep in my bed, use my bathroom… and now this ungrateful man? The nerve.I stabbed at the eggs a little harder than necessary, the spatula scraping against the pan.“Idiot,” I mumbled. “Arrogant, overconfident, shirtless disaster.”The coffee machine beeped, steam curling into the air. I poured two mugs, setting them on the table beside plates of eggs and toast. I stared at the coffee, fighting the urge to ‘accidentally’ spit in his — or maybe just splash a little on his lap when he comes. Nothing serious.The thought made me smirk.But no. I was a civilized woman. I could
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