LOGINRyan's Pov:I was sitting inside Damon’s office at The Knight Hotel, the weight of silence pressing against me. I needed distance from Tessa — her presence was too distracting, too suffocating — I needed to focus on the files my manager had left for me in Damon's office from the private detective.These weren’t ordinary papers; they were fragments of Eva’s life and then the months after she walked out of mine. Until yesterday evening, I had no idea who the man orbiting her world was.His name: Kayden Ford.Kayden Ford.A name that carried weight in literary circles, whispered with reverence by academics and young dreamers alike.A renowned author, celebrated for his psychology-infused books that somehow managed to capture the fragile human condition. To me, though, he was nothing more than a pretentious fraud who got lucky —noticed by bookish nerds who clung to his theories like gospel.He wasn’t just an author; he owned a publishing house that had become a global powerhouse, famous f
Ryan's Pov:"Baby, who are you talking to? Come to bed; I am so bored... all you have done is drink and empty all those bottles..... Stop drinking, Ryan; you had too many drinks.... I will be so bored if you just pass out without......" Tessa kept nagging.It was true I had been drinking too much and was extremely worried for Eva; seeing her with another man truly rattled me. Eva is just a stupidly naive, san innocent girl; I didn't want that man to trap her.“Tessa, shut your mouth.”Her voice had been gnawing at me for days, dripping poison into every thought.“Ryan, come on — it’s been more than a week; we were supposed to be in Paris for our shoot. Are you still searching for her? Drop it already. That slut must be sleeping around. After all, she is a slut who trapped you.”Her words were knives, each syllable slicing into me. It took everything in me not to rip her apart right then. My fists clenched, my jaw locked. I could feel the blood pounding in my temples.I snapped. “Enoug
Eva's Pov:I had no courage to spell it out loud — no courage to say 'who are you, who is this man who has taken my friend and replaced him with something so desperately, terrifyingly sensual ' — so I just looked around for my jacket without any protest, my hands fumbling blindly against the seat behind me, letting him touch me, letting him suck at my nipple through the thin fabric of my top, letting his lips leave wet, burning trails across my skin while I pretended I wasn't completely, utterly undone.I thought he was too occupied — too busy sucking my nipples, too engrossed in the devastating intimacy of his mouth against my breasts, too consumed with his own hunger — to notice me slipping away. I thought I could find my jacket, pull it on, cover myself, reassemble the thin veil of composure I had left, and slip away before he could protest. But I was wrong."Looking for your jacket, Carino? Check behind the passenger seat — down there."His voice came from somewhere between my bre
Eva's Pov:Jenny’s laughter snapped me out of my drifting thoughts, dragging me back to the cold truth that I was bare beneath my clothes. One wrong move, one careless gesture, and she’d catch on — and then there’d be no end to her merciless teasing.“Look at you, all flushed and dreamy,” she sang, eyes narrowing with wicked delight.“Were you thinking about him? Of course you were. Don’t even try to deny it, Eva. I bet he’s thinking about you too. I mean, come on — look at you. So hot, so beautiful. Nobody would believe you’ve got two kids, and the older one’s about to hit double digits in less than half a year!”Her words were meant to be playful, but they pierced deeper than she realized, poking at a tender place in my chest. My smile faltered, the blush on my cheeks shifting from shy warmth to something heavier.Jenny noticed instantly. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry,” she chimed, her tone softening as she reached out, arms open for a hug.But I was quicker.“Jen, I’ll tell you everything in
Eva's Pov:And then, quiet, almost to himself, I heard him murmur — "It was incredible... changes... nothing remains..."I didn't hear clearly.I couldn't tell if he was saying that things had changed between us, that nothing would ever be the same, or if he was saying something else entirely — something I wasn't meant to hear, something private and unguarded that slipped out in the fragile aftermath of what we had shared.I didn't know.Maybe this was a moment of something I didn't have a name for — a liminal space between what had been and what would be, a breath suspended between two entirely different versions of our story.Maybe he was wondering if I would pretend it hadn't happened.Maybe he was wondering if he should.Maybe he was just tired, spent, honest in a way he never allowed himself to be with anyone.I hoped — with a quiet, aching certainty — that he didn't regret it.Because I enjoyed every moment of it.Every single, devastating, exquisite moment.I needed this — need
Eva's Pov:I normally hate when they come in my mouth — even Ryan, even when it had happened unintentionally, I had spat it out, wiped my mouth, made my disgust obvious. But with Kayden, I didn't know what to do with the feeling. It wasn't disgust — it was something else entirely, something that made my stomach flutter and my heart race and my body ache with a want so deep it felt like it had always been there, buried beneath layers of propriety and caution and the careful, measured distance I kept between myself and desire.I wanted to taste him.I wanted to taste him more.I couldn't stop — my tongue swept along the underside of his shaft, cleaning him of himself, my lips pressing against the leaking head to squeeze out every last drop, and I sucked and licked and tasted until his thrusts slowed, until the frantic urgency in his body softened into something warm and exhausted and almost tender.I was so consumed — so utterly, completely lost inside the afterglow of what we had just d
Eva's Pov:I sat quietly, watching Ryan and Caroline argue, their voices rising and falling like waves crashing against each other. To anyone else, it might have looked like a mother and son locked in a heated disagreement. But to me, it was something far more dangerous.A deep part of me whispered
Eva's Pov:It was almost laughable — watching them all make decisions for my daughter. Yes, Ryan may be her father, but he had barely been present throughout my pregnancy. His projects, his production company, his endless pursuits kept him away. I tried not to blame him; after all, he was the bread
Eva's Pov:And just like that, the room fell silent again — cold, sterile, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. I could feel it in my gut, a warning that something bad was about to unfold. But exhaustion pressed down on me, and I had no strength left to dwell on it. I let my eyes close, hopi
Eva's Pov:The first thing I felt was silence.The only sound that reached me was the steady, mechanical beeping of machines. My head throbbed, every inch of my body weighed down by a heaviness that felt more like chains than flesh, and beneath it all was a numbness that frightened me more than pai







