LOGINMicah’s POVI drink the pain away.Drinking is something I never wanted to indulge in because of my mom’s addiction. I never wanted to be like her, I didn’t want to have a vice that could make me like my mother…an addict.For a long time, I hated alcohol. Until that changed.Now, here I am, pouring glass after glass of whiskey because my wife agreed to a date with her ex-husband.I can hear the ruckus upstairs, could perceive her perfume—very delectable—as I passed her room earlier.Darryl’s words from a few days ago ring in my ears.“You sound like you’re falling for her,” he had said. “Was that part of the plan?”At the time, I told him off. I swore that it wasn’t like that—though, Eva doesn’t know that.But now, these feelings have never felt more real.I shoot back another glass and pour myself some more.That’s when her footsteps come down the stairs. The heels click softly against the wooden floor, and I lift my eyes at the sound.And there she is.She appears…like a goddess.M
Eva’s POV“This can be handled internally, Mr Grayson,” Erica, head of HR says calmly. “Mrs Grayson, you were a witness, yes?”“Her name is Mrs Hart,” Stefan interrupts.Micah scoffs. “This—this is exactly what I’m talking about! Do you all see that?” He rises and points an angry finger at Stefan. “It’s Eva Grayson. It’s been over a month since we’ve been married, so let her go, Stefan. She’s not yours anymore.”Micah finally settles and takes my hand, the one with my ring. Stefan looks at me from across the conference table, and I look away.Though Micah and I haven’t settled, I don’t take my hand from him. We need to pose a united front right now, especially with this internal conflict resolution the firm is pushing us to have.This morning, Micah informed me about the immediate conference meeting concerning what happened between Stefan and the two of us.Apparently, the firm suggests handling the issue internally rather than going to court, and we decided to hear them out.Until St
Forty Three: He Threatened MeMicah’s POV[Two Weeks Later]“Tell him, Anthony, that if for some goddamn reason I see him outside my office or near me or my wife, he will be arrested!” I snap into the phone.Anthony, my lawyer, sighs deeply at the other end. “You both work together, Grayson—”“Nah uh,” I cut him off. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to do that.”“Do what?”“Make me feel like I shouldn’t teach his sorry ass a lesson! If he cared about this firm, about his job, he wouldn’t barge into my fucking office and insult me!”It’s been two weeks since that dreadful encounter and I’ve never felt more triggered in my life.“Grayson!”“He threatened me!” I shout. “Did you hear me? I said he fucking threatened me! And you think because we work for the same firm I can’t put a restraining order on him?”“You can. I was just trying to suggest if there’s any other way around this.”“There’s none.”“Micah,” he sighs again. “You will have meetings together. Sometimes he may have t
Eva’s POVI scramble off Micah, cheeks flushed in both embarrassment and confusion.“What the fuck?” Stefan booms.Stefan.He’s here.My eyes dart to the receptionist and then to Micah, heart pounding hard against my chest.“What is the meaning of this?” Micah wraps a protective hand around my waist, but with the way Stefan’s glaring, I move out of his reach.“I’m sorry, sir,” the receptionist pants. “We tried to stop him.”Micah’s jaw ticks. “Leave us.”She scrambles away, pulling the door shut.Now, I’m left with two men that hate each other’s guts.“You have some nerve, Grayson.” Stefan takes a threatening step forward, index finger pointed at Micah. “Not only you trying to poach my client behind my goddamn back, but you’re actually fucking my wife!”I sigh, long and loud. “I’m not your wife, Stefan. We signed the divorce papers.”“I wasn’t talking to you.”Micah scoffs, and rounds the desk until he’s in Stefan’s face. “I’m going to say this, and I’m going to say it once. The next
Micah’s POVA week and three days.That’s how long it took before she called. And no, my mother didn’t call because she’s checked into rehab.She called for more money.More money to buy more stupid drugs, more money to pump her system with pills, and vials of trash.My jaw clenches so hard, the words on my system blur together. I wish I didn’t pick up that call.Fuck!I wish I had the strength to cut her out of my life. The strength to slam the door in her face and never look back.“Micah!” I flinch, staring up at Eva. She’s standing across from me, a worried frown on her face. I sigh and run a hand down my face. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”“I’ve been calling your name for a while now,” she murmurs. “Are you okay?”A tight-lipped smile pulls up on my lips. “I’m fine,I’m sorry.” I sigh. “Just a lot on my mind.”She rounds the desk and stands behind me, hands gently massaging my shoulders. “You’ve been off since last night…since that call.”“Please, let’s not talk about it.”“Oka
Eva’s POVBy the time we get into the house, I’m on fire. The hairs on my body stand on end, and I feel like I'm buzzing with electricity.Throughout the ride, Micah’s fingers never stopped playing with my thighs. He didn’t speak, didn’t slide his hand farther—in fact, he was on his phone—but even with all of that, I felt him in my belly, and felt the need run through my veins.The door opens to the darkness.“Told you Darryl would not be staying up for us,” Micah speaks. The first thing he’s said to me since we left the office.A nervous giggle slips past my lips. “W-well…I guess.”He takes my knuckles and kisses them before leading me up the stairs with my heart in my throat.Is this really going to happen? And do I want it to?The higher we go, the more dread fills me. And when we pass the door to my room and he leads me towards his, I freeze.“Wait.” I swallow thickly, heart threatening to burst through my chest. “I just…I just need a minute.”His eyes soften. “We don’t have to do
Eva’s POVIt’s been two weeks. Two weeks with no word from Stefan. Two weeks working for Micah. And two weeks of being friends with Paris.Speaking of her…“Are you ready?” She wiggles her brows, a large grin on her face.I smile. “Yea, I am. Where’s Micah?”“Your hubbyyyy…”“Paris,” I scold while
Eva’s POVThe surprise jerks me, and the glass of milk slips from hand, shattering to the floor.“Oh my goodness.” I jump down.“Don’t touch it,” Micah commands, striding over in brisk steps.But it’s too late.A piece of glass lodges itself under my big toe. “Ouch,” I cry out in pain, shooting up
Eva’s POV My heart drops to my stomach.“Stefan,” I say, voice firm.Micah’s brow lifts. “I’ll leave you to it.” He walks away.“Was that Grayson? Why are you with him this late?” Stefan asks, tone laced with irritation.I roll my eyes. “Why are you calling, Stefan?”“Eva…baby. You know what? I f
Eva’s POVThe acceptance letter mocks me. I should’ve known. Micah Grayson who made partner at a young age of thirty-one, and Stefan Hudson who’s still a senior associate—after years of trying and failing to make partner—although he’s the same age as Micah.But what better way to show that I can s







