تسجيل الدخولAurora’s POV I didn’t stop until my bedroom door was locked behind me.My back pressed hard against the wood as I tried to steady my breathing. My pulse was still racing, my skin too warm, the thin nightdress suddenly unbearable against my body. Every detail of what had just happened in the kitchen clung to me with humiliating clarity.The solid heat of Prescott’s chest against my back. The unmistakable hardness of his cock pressing into me. The way his fingers had brushed my hair aside so carefully before he leaned in. The unbearable second when I had almost let it happen.I squeezed my eyes shut.“We can’t”I had said the right thing I knew I had. Crossing that line with him would be reckless and destructive he was my stepbrother My boss, a man who still sought out other women when he was frustrated. Wanting him made no sense.But my body had not gotten the message.Heat throbbed low in my sto
Prescott’s POV Sleep had become a useless exercise.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the same thoughts circling without mercy Aurora’s face when Marcus brought her flowers, the way she had looked in that red dress, the soft sound of her voice when she told me I had no right to care. Wanting her was no longer a passing irritation, it had settled into something heavier, something that followed me into every quiet moment.By half past one, I gave up.I pulled on a pair of low-slung sweatpants and went downstairs barefoot, the mansion silent around me. Hoping to get water and a few minutes without her name in my head. The kitchen light was already on someone was there. I stopped in the doorway.Aurora stood at the far counter with her back to me, stretching up on her toes to reach the top shelf of the shelfs She was wearing a short nightdress soft, thin, and far too small to be safe for my current state
Aurora’s POV. Something about Prescott was off.It wasn’t the usual arrogance or the sharp-edged teasing I had grown used to. Since morning he had been quieter, more withdrawn, his instructions clipped and his attention only half on the work in front of him. Every time I entered his office to drop off files, I found him staring at the same document for too long or standing by the window with his hands in his pockets, as if his mind was somewhere else entirely.I told myself it didn’t matter.After the way he had reacted to Marcus’s flowers, after the confrontation about the date, after the morning I had walked into the kitchen and found Zoe in a guest robe, I had every reason to keep my distance. Prescott Zane was a complication I didn’t need Marcus was kind consistent and easy to breathe around. That should have been enough.And yet I still noticed every shift in Prescott’s mood like a change in the weather.Around
Prescott’s POV By Thursday afternoon the tension in the office had become a living thing.Aurora sat outside my glass wall like she had every day that week composed, efficient, and carefully distant. The peonies Marcus had given her were still on her desk in a slim vase. Every time I looked up, I saw them. Every time I saw them, I remembered the way she had smiled at him.It was starting to get under my skin in a way I couldn’t seem to correct, I’ve got to clear my head and my thoughts of her. I pressed the intercom.“Lena. Come in.”She entered a moment later with her tablet, the door clicking shut behind her. As always, she looked perfectly put together fitted dress, smooth hair, the quiet confidence of a woman who knew exactly what she was to me. She stopped in front of my desk and waited.“You needed something?” she asked.I leaned back in my chair and studied her for a second. Lena was easy, probably
Aurora’s POV I was in the middle of organizing Prescott’s afternoon schedule when a soft knock sounded against the edge of my desk.Looking up, I found Marcus standing there with a small bouquet of pale pink peonies in one hand and a neatly wrapped gift bag in the other. A few people nearby glanced over with mild curiosity Lena, from her desk, watched with a visibly tightened expression.“Marcus,” I said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”“I was in the building for a meeting and thought I’d stop by.” He held out the flowers first, smiling in that easy, unforced way of his. “These are for you.”I stared at them for a second too long. No one ever brought me flowers. Not at university, not at home, and certainly not at an office where most people still looked at me like I didn’t quite belong.“You didn’t have to do that,” I said.“I know.” He placed the bouquet gently on my desk, then set the gift bag bes
Aurora’s POVI stayed in bed rolling unable to sleep. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the argument with Prescott replaying in my head in fragments. The way his voice had tightened when he asked about the date the look in his eyes he hadn’t been able to fully hide. The moment he admitted I was right and walked away like the conversation had burned him.“Why do you care?” Why did I even say that? Gosh. I had asked him that, and for a second he hadn’t seemed to have an answer I turned onto my side and closed my eyes, trying to force my body to rest. That was when I heard it.Soft footsteps moving down the stairs. A low murmur of voices somewhere below then silence… followed by a sound I wished I didn’t recognize, the sound of skin slapping against each other muffled gasp. The faint shift of furniture, rhythm that made my stomach twist.I stared into the darkness of my room, every muscle tight.Zoe.Of course.I sho







