His rules, my chaos.

She couldn't get any sleep,that night.Two years together, reduced to a single text.She was bruised on the inside,Still, rent didn’t care about heartbreak.she walked into Beam & Byte Cafe the next morning and pretended she wasn’t shattering quietly.The bell over the door chimed,The room reacted with voices thinning, postures straightening, The air shifted like someone important had just stepped into the center of it.Asha didn’t look up,She grabbed a tray of drinks, pivoted and collided hard with a stranger.Coffee splashed across a suit that probably cost more than her laptop,A steady hand caught her waist, stopping her fall His touch was firm but controlled, the kind that said he wasn’t used to letting anything slip.Asha inhaled sharply, shaking herself back to reality.“You alright?” His voice was deep, quiet, and unfairly steady,She swallowed. “I should be asking you that, SorryI’m… not at my best.”His gaze searched her face like he could read the cracks beneath her express

Asha wasn’t sure how she ended up standing in front of Kian Vale again, but exhaustion had a way of shoving people into strange places. She was running on four hours of sleep and caffeine fumes, and her brain felt slightly offline.Kian watched her like he was trying to read code off her face,Not judgmental just sharp, like he didn’t miss anything.“You’re distracted,” he saidShe almost laughed “You think?”“Your supervisor told me your efficiency has dropped, and That isn’t like you.”Asha clenched her jaw The heartbreak she’d been dragging around like a cracked suitcase tightened inside her chest,She didn’t want her personal mess bleeding into her work, but it already had“I’m fine,” she said.“You’re not” His tone wasn’t rude just honest “And that matters because I need the best version of you”She blinked “For what?”Kian turned his screen toward her,Lines of activity flashed across the monitor,irregular, quiet, wrong.“We’re being watched,” he said “Not attacked, Watched”Asha

Kian sat at the polished wooden bar in the Rodgers suite, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfumes and aged whiskey. The place buzzed with low conversations and the clink of glasses, a haven for travelers seeking fleeting connections He nursed a scotch on the rocks, his broad shoulders relaxed against the leather stool, unaware that the night would soon turn his solitude into a playground of wandering hands.The first slut approached from his left, a tall brunette in a tight red dress that hugged her curves, She slid onto the stool next to him without a word, her thigh brushing his as she ordered a martini Her fingers trailed lightly along his forearm, tracing the veins beneath his sleeve. Kian glanced at her, but she just smiled, her touch growing bolder she She leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, and let her hand slip under his shirt collar, nails scraping gently over his collarbone.Not far behind, another slut joined from the right a a petite blonde with full lip

Asha walked into the penthouse exactly on time,She hoped it would make her look normal.Kian looked up the second she stepped in and said,“You’re off today”Asha kept her expression flat “I’m just tired”.She set her bag down, “We worked late,Anyone would look tired you know “He studied her quietly “You didn’t sleep at home did you?”She froze for half a breath breath,“You’re guessing”“You look more put together than yesterday,That usually means someone slept somewhere else, it's a reach,It’s a pattern” Kian said.Asha forced herself into her chair and opened her laptop “We should focus on the intrusion”,We will,But something’s wrong with you She kept typing without looking at him “Nothing is wrong” she said,“You’re avoiding something,And you’re imagining things”.Mr vale stepped closer but didn’t crowd her,“I’m not trying to control you I just need to know if something affects your work This situation is too serious”.“My personal life isn’t part of your company sir I’m here, are