Jax’s POVThe lights were dimmed low in the apartment, casting everything in warm amber shadows. Outside, the city buzzed—cars moving, people laughing on patios, life happening. But inside, it was still.Too still.I poured myself another drink, the amber liquid splashing against the glass like it wanted to fight me. I didn’t even bother with ice this time. Just let it burn straight down my throat.My phone buzzed on the counter. One name popped up on the screen, a familiar one. Alina. Or maybe it was Amira.I didn’t care. I just typed “come over” and set the phone down like I was ordering takeout. I needed a distraction. Something messy. Loud. Forgettable.Something light. Not the image of Riley laughing with Leo. Not the sound of her heels walking past my office. Not the memory of her pressed against me outside that damn gala like it meant something.No. I needed anything but that.The knock on my door came half an hour later.Amira walked in without waiting—confident and dressed in
Jax’s POVThe door to my office burst and Camilla walked in like she owned the damn place, her high heels clicked against the floor as she walked. Her perfume flooded the room before I could even think another thought. She had a coffee in one hand, a smirk on her red-painted lips, and that same look in her eyes—the one that always said I’m about to set something on fire just to watch it burn.I leaned back in my chair, tossing my pen onto the desk. “What the hell are you doing here?”“Oh, come on,” she said, sashaying to the chair opposite mine. “It’s been a while. Won’t you even say hi?”“Hi,” I deadpanned. “Now get to the point.”She sat like she had all the time in the world, crossing one leg over the other and taking a long, exaggerated sip from her coffee.“I’m pregnant,” she said, as casually as someone ordering croissants.I blinked. Then I laughed. “Okay? And?”Her smile didn’t falter. “I’m four months along.”I stared at her. My pulse kicked once, hard. “What the hell does t
Riley’s POVThe next morning, I arrived at the office early. Unreasonably early. I sat at my desk, sipping black coffee and flipping through contracts, determined to shake the uneasiness I was feeling. Then my phone buzzed.LEO: Got something for you. Coming up.I tilted my head, texting back with a raised brow.ME: If it’s another iced latte, I’m staging an intervention.LEO: Better. Flowers. I’m feeling bold this morning.I smiled stupidly at my screen. When I stood up to grab a file from the drawer outside Leo was already outside.All six-foot-something of him stood confident in a sharp, grey blazer. A grin on his face and an obnoxiously large bouquet of deep red roses in his hand.My mouth parted. “Leo…”He shrugged, his grin playful but sheepish. “Too much?”I tried to speak, but my lungs had suddenly become decorative. “Uh… wow. They’re beautiful.”“You said you hated mornings,” he said, stepping closer. “I figured I’d give yours a better start.”I reached for the bouquet—our
Riley’s POVI still felt it. His warmth, not on my skin exactly, but in the space around me. That hug. That grip. The way he wrapped his arms around me like I was the only solid thing keeping him from falling apart.It was firm and fast. No words, no logic—but something about it hadn’t felt forced. It hadn’t felt calculated. It felt like… need. And I didn’t even know what that meant. I walked into the office the next morning trying to pretend my brain wasn’t on a loop of replaying his breath against my neck. The way his fingers had clutched the back of my dress. The sound of his voice when he said, “I didn’t like watching that.”I shouldn’t have let it get under my skin. But it was there—lodged deep like a splinter.I walked straight to my desk, dropped my bag a little too hard, and started typing like the keyboard had personally offended me. Focus, Riley. This is a job. He’s your boss. And bosses do not hold you like you’re the only air left in the room.Most of the day passed in
Riley’s povThe second we slipped through the side doors of the ballroom, the noise cut off like someone had shut the world behind us. One moment I was surrounded by gold chandeliers and champagne laughter. The next I was in a dim corridor lined with tall windows and soft shadows, being pulled down the hall by the most frustrating man I’d ever met.“Jax—” I said, yanking my arm gently out of his grip. “You can’t just drag me off like that.”He didn’t stop walking and he didn’t bother to utter a word.“Seriously, what the hell was that back there? You interrupted a moment that wasn’t yours.”Still nothing. His jaw was clenched, shoulders tight beneath his dark suit, like he was made entirely of wire and restraint.Finally, at the far end of the hallway, just before a pair of glass garden doors, he stopped.And then, without a word of warning—He turned and pulled me into him.Hard.My breath lodged in my throat. I froze. It wasn’t a gentle hug. It wasn’t sweet or soft or rehearsed. It
Riley’s POVThe black silk gown I was wearing hugged every curve I didn’t usually dare to show. Its low back dipped just enough to be risky, and a thigh-high slit whispered with every single step I took. I’d never worn anything so unapologetically bold before, but when I stepped into that ballroom with Leo Carter on my arm, I didn’t shrink. I stood taller.“You’re turning heads,” Leo murmured beside me, his voice low, like a secret against my skin. His hand brushed the small of my back as he guided us past a cluster of investors. “Remind me—was this the Riley who spilled coffee on her blouse the first day we met?”I smirked. “She’s still around. She just leveled up.”He chuckled, and something about the warmth of it—lazy, genuine—settled beneath my ribs. Leo wasn’t trying to impress the room. He didn’t have to. He was magnetic by default, but tonight, all of that charm was pointed in my direction.“I’m going to steal you away for a second,” he said, tugging gently at my hand. “Before