LOGINEnid’s POVThe suite smelled like printer ink, stale coffee, and too many expensive suits in one room.I had been locked in here for almost three hours with Alistair and Douglas (my Edinburgh corporate lawyers who’d flown in yesterday, from Scotland) and Mr. Chen (the best litigation shark England had to offer). Papers were spread across the dining table like a battlefield map: shareholding structures, shell-company ledgers, voting proxies, the quiet purchase orders that were slowly, silently, propping Kane Global’s stock price up from total collapse. Every time the market thought it was safe to short us another billion, another mysterious buyer stepped in and swallowed the shares. That buyer was me. And nobody except the four people in this room knew it.Alistair finally pushed his glasses up his nose and exhaled. “We’re at fifty-eight percent voting control through the shells, Mr Voss. One more quiet block tomorrow and you can call an extraordinary meeting whenever you’re ready
Alexander’s POVI couldn’t sit in that suite any longer. The walls were closing in, the red numbers on my tablet mocking me, too. I needed to get out, to blast the silence with bass and booze until I couldn’t think anymore. The Grand Regent had a club downstairs, part of the hotel’s sprawling amenities—exclusive, overpriced, perfect for forgetting your life was imploding.But off course,I can't do this alone, I need a partner. I grabbed my phone and scrolled to Raymond’s number. We hadn’t talked since the day I left his house, but I know he was always up for a night out. He’d distract me, flirt shamelessly, make me feel wanted even if it was all bullshit. I hit call.It rang twice before he picked up. “Alex? Hey, baby. Didn’t expect to hear from you.”His voice was smooth, casual, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t ghosted me after Dad’s meltdown. “Raymond. You free tonight? I’m at the Grand Regent. Club downstairs. Come join me—drinks on me.”A pause, and it became longer. “
Alexander's POVThe hotel suite was too big and too empty.I just finished eating a buffet in my lodge, but it still seems like nothing. I knew it was a huge enjoyment, but deep down I knew something is definitely wrong I needed to work for. I sat on the edge of the king side bed in nothing but sweatpants, my phone in one hand, while y my tablet in the other, watching the numbers fall like blood from an open wound.Kane Global –14.7 % after-hoursShort interest: 38 % and climbingEvery refresh felt like another punch to the ribs. I knew I had done this. I knew my dad had called in everything he can, but still nothing beats the board, executive and my real stats since I took over Kane Global.My short tenure was the worst of all, and I know it. The only person that could also be of little help for me, I had thrown him in the mud too, and let him know my true dirty colour's.Oh Fuck me!I wanted to throw the tablet through the window.Instead I just sat there, chest tight, jaw clenc
ENID’S POV I tugged on a loose white cotton top and soft grey linen pants, the fabric cool against my skin after another sleepless night, then slid my feet into the hotel’s fluffy palm-tree slippers so my legs wouldn’t ache more than they already did.My laptop under my arm, my room key clenched in my fist, because I was done rotting in that suite. I needed light, I needed air, I needed anything that didn’t carry his scent or his silence.I grabbed the handle, yanked the door open, and stepped into the hallway.Bang.The door next to mine slammed shut so hard the walls shook. A second later the lock clicked like a gunshot. Whoever it was had just come in, furious, moving fast, and the sound of that slam scraped every nerve I had left raw.I knew that anger. I knew the way it poured out of a body without caring who heard.It seems exactly like.... someone I know.My stomach twisted, in disgust.I froze in the corridor, one slipper half off my heel, breath stuck somewhere between my l
ENID’S POVTHE NEXT MORNINGI woke up to sunlight stabbing through the curtains, hitting my guts same way the low, miserable sound of someone crying on the other side of the wall, hits last night.It wasn't loud, neither was it dramatic. Just soft a broken sniffles that kept going and going, like a tap someone forgot to turn off. It had started around midnight and never really stopped. I lay there in the dark for hours, eyes open, listening to every shaky breath, every choked sob that slipped through the plaster like it was tissue paper. By four o’clock I gave up on sleep completely. By six the crying finally faded into exhausted silence. By seven it started again.I rolled out of bed feeling like I had been hit by a truck, jaw tight, temples throbbing. Whoever the poor bastard was in 1512, he was having the worst night of his life, and thanks to these ridiculously thin walls I had front-row seats.I dragged a hand over my face and muttered a curse. Because this man needs thera
ALEXANDER’S POVI drove too fast, the tyres screaming around corners, the city nothing but streaks of light and noise. My hands shook on the wheel, eyes burning, chest so tight I could barely pull in air. All I could think about was Raymond. His arms, his voice. The way he always knew how to make the world feel less heavy.I needed him tonight more than I had ever needed anyone.When I finally skidded to a stop outside his Notting Hill townhouse, the security guy at the entrance recognised my car instantly and buzzed me straight through. I left the engine running, grabbed the two biggest suitcases from the back seat and practically ran up the steps.The door opened before I could knock.Raymond stood there in a loose silk shirt and sweatpants, hair still damp from a shower, those famous green eyes widening the second he saw my face “Alex? Baby, what happened?”I dropped the bags in his marble hallway and crashed into him, arms locking around his neck, face buried against his shoulder







