The bathroom was filled with steam.Sawyer was in the shower, and Maisie sat alone in the misty space, holding a bar of handmade soap. As she rubbed it across her skin, her thoughts drifted.Just earlier, she and Sawyer hadn't actually gone all the way, but they'd come close. Very close.After the intensity of the study, he had carried her to the master bedroom. The way he'd acted hadn't felt like the calm, refined Sawyer she was used to—he'd been fierce, and Maisie had felt both scared and thrilled. What happened between them had gone far beyond anything she'd imagined. She had never pictured Sawyer being like that in such moments.Water streamed over her ivory skin, warm and smooth.Maisie stared down in a daze, her face and neck flushed a delicate shade of red.Sawyer finished his shower and stepped out in a clean white bathrobe. When he saw Maisie still sitting in the tub, lost in thought, he chuckled softly and crouched down beside her. With the back of his hand, he br
Maisie froze for a second, then ran straight toward the front door, not even stopping to put on shoes.At the entrance, Sawyer was changing his shoes, one hand still gripping his suitcase.He wore a dark navy trench coat that made him look even more mature. Travel-worn but effortlessly handsome, he practically glowed. Maisie tiptoed over quietly, but he noticed her anyway.He reached out and caught her by the waist, pulling her into his arms.That's when he realized that she was barefoot. Her feet were gently placed on top of his slippers as he shrugged off his coat. His voice was low, deeper than the night itself. "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"Maisie clung to his chest, her thin arms looped around his neck. She whispered, surprised and happy, "Didn't you say you'd be back tomorrow?"But before she could say another word, his lips were on hers.The suitcase thudded aside. Maisie wrapped herself tightly around him as he kissed her again and again—deep, hard, and urgent. She c
In Hortosia, Greg had originally booked a different hotel than Sawyer. But since he needed a favor, he made a point of cozying up, going so far as to switch his reservation to the same hotel where Sawyer was staying.Sawyer didn't make a fuss, but he took note. Business was business, and relationships were relationships. Greg knew exactly what Gloria was after, yet still kept pushing her toward him. That alone stirred a quiet resentment in Sawyer. But hiding his dislike—that was part of his self-discipline.Every night, he worked late. Still, without fail, he made sure to call Maisie around nine. Just to remind her to miss him. Young love—sickeningly sweet.That evening, in the middle of work, his phone buzzed. Maisie was calling him first this time.She complained softly, "It's already October. How are there still mosquitoes? Sawyer, I got bitten twice on my leg."Sawyer chuckled gently, coaxing her. "Let me see."A moment later, a picture popped up on WhatsApp—her thigh, so
Sawyer wasn't just uninterested in Gloria—he wasn't interested in any other girl.He only liked Maisie, but she was still too young.He had desires, of course, but he kept them in check.After a long silence, his voice came low and hoarse. "You're not allowed to accept love letters from anyone else."Maisie didn't answer. She just rested gently on his shoulder. He was leaving for a week, and already, she didn't want to let him go. But even as she clung to him, her thoughts wandered—if one week apart made her feel like this, how would he feel if she left for three years to study in Eboris?Just the thought made it hard to breathe.Her fingers moved up to unbutton his shirt, but Sawyer caught her hand before she could go further.His voice was rough. "Maisie?"She pouted slightly. "I thought about it over and over… and I still think I should leave a mark."A strange gleam flickered in his eyes.Moments later, she leaned in and bit his neck. Right at the side, where the veins
At dusk, a black RV rolled to a slow stop. The backseat door opened, and Sawyer casually pulled Maisie into his arms.Eleanor shook her head. She knew she couldn't stop it, and didn't bother trying.She and Willow left.The night breeze, soft in the twilight, brushed their faces and carried the sweet scent of osmanthus.Sawyer slipped an arm around Maisie's slender waist and asked in a low voice, "Have you spent the whole afternoon drinking coffee?"Maisie held up the book in her hand. "Read half of this."He took it from her, glancing at the cover—a romance novel. He shot her a sidelong look. "Trying to learn how to fall in love? You don't need this. I can teach you."Maisie's face flushed. "That's not it. I was just killing time."Then, as if something had just occurred to her, she said, "I saw Gloria in the lounge. Is she really with Greg now?"Sawyer flipped through the book with his long fingers, answering with indifference, "What else would it be? How else could she affo
Eleanor could understand how Willow felt. The latter continued, "Julian's not worried about Gabriella at all."Eleanor laughed and said, "I don't think Gabriella will necessarily come out worse off. She's just willing to give more in this relationship now. The day she feels it's not worth it, she'll walk away without hesitation. None of the Zieglers are foolish."That comforted Willow a little. After a while, she drove into a building's underground parking lot and parked there. Their destination was a favorite haunt of the city's rich wives, mainly because it was private.The back rooms provided elite and high-end beauty treatments, including a new premium treatment. While Eleanor and Willow headed inside for a treatment, Maisie enjoyed some tea in the lounge. It was quiet, and the decor was vintage and elegant. The teacups were imported, and the tea was delicious.Maisie was dressed simply. She wore an oversized T-shirt with a printed design and a pair of denim shorts. Her hair ca