LOGINEva’s POVMy heart skips, and I swallow thickly. “Micah…”“If I kiss you now, Eva,” he rasps, “would you be thinking of Stefan…or me?”“What?”His eyes dip to my lips and back to my eyes. “I want to kiss you, and I need to know you not only want this, but you won’t think of any other man but me.”Like I could think of another man—or anything else really— when I’m this close to him, his warmth seeping into my skin.A little closer, and we’d be touching. I feel overheated, and I fear one touch from him would make me combust into tiny—“Eva?”I snap out of it. “Y-ye-yeah?”“I shouldn’t—” he sighs, “forgive me again…for pushing.”Then, I see it—the moment he decides to stop trying…at least for tonight. The desire in his eyes wane, a halfhearted smile pulls on his lips, and his shoulders slump forward.I did that to him. One second, I’m pulling him into my orbit like a moth to flame, and the next I’m pushing him away like he’s a disease.I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be for him.
Eva’s POVThings between Micah and I have been tense.The heated looks, the subtle arm brushes…my heart has been unsteady after I confessed to wanting him last night.“Definitely, Mr Faukson, we can set up a meeting,” Micah says into his phone, but his eyes remain on me from across the room.I avert my gaze, cheeks heating up.“My assistant will be in touch,” he continues. “Yes…thank you….”When I realise I’ve been paying attention to his conversation instead of working, I tune him out.My fingers fly across the laptop on my desk as I go over Micah’s emails, meetings and necessary files.“Eva? Sweetheart?” I still, breath catching in my throat. Ever so slowly, I lift my gaze to Micah, aware of the tension brewing between us.My smile is tight. “Yes? Do you need something?”“Lunch,” he replies. “Can we get lunch up here?”When I catch the time on my laptop screen, I gasp, horrified. “I’m so sorry, I completely lost track of time.”His lips tilt in a half smirk, and he pushes to his fe
Eva’s POVIs it crazy that I want him to kiss me? Touch me? Stephan’s words ring in my ears, his boldness to confess what I already suspected—one of the reasons he left me, one of the reasons he cheated.I’ve never felt so small in my life, so reduced to nothing, humiliated.“It’s a-a r-request?” I reply Micah, my heart racing in my chest. Somehow, his breath is still steady, heart still thumping firmly, gently beneath my ear.My cheeks heat, embarrassment flooding my whole body. Am I desperate for that kiss? You could say so. The warmth of his palm on my waist seep through the shirt, and sinks into my core. I want him tonight…I need him.He shuffles around beneath me, and soon, we’re laying on our sides, his eyes locked on mine, brows pinched together.“You want to kiss me.” The words leave his lips as a blank statement and I’m already regretting the so-called request.Squeezing my eye shut, I press my lips together. “I…just…nevermind. I shouldn’t have said —”Large palms cup my j
Micah’s POVThe moment we step into the house, Darryl looks up from the sofa. “Hey, welcome ba…” his words trail off when he takes one look at Eva.His brows pinch together. “Did something happen? Eva?”“Stefan,” she replies, limping all the way up the stairs. That answer is all Darryl needs to know. I sigh, expelling a breath through my lungs and pulling the tie from my neck.“What did that dipshit do this time?” He growls.“What didn’t he do?” I click my tongue. “The same old accusation that I took his wife. And he cornered her, in the bathroom.”“Did he hurt her?”My chest bubbles with rage. “Not physically. I’d have broken every finger.”He wouldn’t dare lift a finger on Eva.“She’s pretty upset.”“Of course she is. Hell, I’m upset too.” My jaw ticks. “The next time I see him around her, I am getting a restraining order. The girl’s already had enough on her plate. Why can’t he just let her breathe?”I still can’t get over the one statement that caught my attention from Stefan’s l
EvaThat information doesn’t deter him. He only strides further inside, eyes gliding down my frame.“We need to talk.”I scoff. “I have nothing to talk to you about.”“Eva.” He tsks. “I apologized, didn’t I? I get it, you’ve made your point…just enough of this sham.”“You didn’t.”“Huh?”“You didn’t apologize.” I cross my arms. “Not once Stefan. Not for the cheating, not for the humiliation, and definitely not for the accusation of the loss of our baby.”He frowns. “Look at you making a list. What did Grayson tell you? What has he been feeding you about me?”“Excuse me?”“That has to be the only reason for how you’ve suddenly grown a backbone. I mean–” he chuckles, “-you’re giving me a list of the things I should apologize for.” “It’s common courtesy. Apologize when you hurt someone.”“You hurt me too,” he says. “I don’t see you apologizing. Look, let’s just…let’s just put all this behind us, start over.”Is he even listening to me? Doubtful. Everything I’ve said has gone over his h
Eva’s POVMy blood runs cold. I feel warm palms slip into mine and when tugging slightly, I’m forced to stare into Micah’s eyes.“He’s not going to come near you,” Micah mutters in my ears. “I’ll make sure of it.”I’m not scared of Stephan. That’s not it.It’s more about worry of what he could say, and what he could do in a room full of reporters. “Okay.” I shift from one foot to the other, my hurt ankle already protesting standing for too long.Micah frowns. “I got you cute slippers though. They’re in the car, would you need them?”“I can’t wear slippers with this gown, Micah.”“Why not?” “Because.”“Is it a woman thing?” His brows pinch, obviously confused on why I wouldn’t choose to wear a slippers with a dinner dress.“No. It’s a fashion thing,” I snort. “Would you wear slippers with your tux?”“Ordinarily, no. But you’re hurt.”Chuckling, I pat his bicep gently. “Thank you, but I’ll manage.”“If you change your mind…”“I would most likely not.”He smirks and leans in. “I’ll ca
Eva’s POVParis grins at me when I step into her cubicle. “Hi, welcome to my little corner,” she says, pointing to a seat. “Unfortunately I’m just an intern, no office yet.”I snort. “That’s fine. This is big enough, almost like an office.”She looks around, lips tucked between her teeth as she co
Eva’s POVHis glare is intense, not harsh but heated. Warmth floods my whole body, and it hums.What surprises me is my reaction to that threat. The tightening of my nipples, the shiver that works its way through my body, and the way my core pulses.I look away from his gaze, finding Paris’ instead
Eva’s POVHe doesn’t respond to that, and somehow that hurts even more. I scoff, shaking my head when I meet Owen’s gaze through the rear mirror.A notification dings from my phone, and without looking, I know who it is. Stefan.Since the photos of Micah and I came out, alongside the little interv
“Oh my god!” She screams, tugging me from my stampede but I don’t budge. “Why would you do that?”Ignoring her, I stamp on all these drugs. I expel all my anger by stomping on all the drugs, crushing them beneath the soles of my shoes.This time, tears fall freely from her eyes as she stares in hor







