تسجيل الدخولEkena Carson When I wake up that morning, Killian is sitting on the floor beside the bed with his head resting on the mattress, still holding my hand.I blink slowly. The haze of sleep lifts as I take in the sight. His dark hair is messy, falling slightly over his forehead, and his breathing is slow and even. He stayed here all night. Watching over me. He made me feel safe and cared for from the moment I showed up at his door two nights ago, something I haven’t really felt in a long time. As sad as I am, him being here for me gives me a small spark of hope that at least someone cares.I continue to stare at him as he sleeps, my eyes tracing the sharp line of his jaw, the way his lashes rest against his cheeks. I want to reach out and touch him. Anywhere. His hair, his shoulder, the back of his hand. It’s not even anything sexual. It’s just this deep need to feel close to him, to remind myself he’s real and he let me stay.Killian is just being his nice self, I tell myself. He
Killian Davenport I hate seeing her like this.I hold her as she continues to cry, her face buried against my chest. Her shoulders are shaking with every broken sob. The sound guts me. I know it’s not just about the failed meal in the kitchen. It’s something more. Something she’s not ready to say yet. So I don’t push. I just stroke her hair slowly, fingers threading through the messy strands, trying to make her feel safe enough to breathe.She’s falling apart in my arms and all I want to do is fix it. Burn down whatever hurt her. But I can’t. Not until she lets me in.I’m not even the type to be this patient with people. I’ve always kept my distance. But with her? I want to sit here on this floor all night if it meant she stopped crying.Her sobs eventually quiet down into soft, hiccupping sniffles. She stays pressed against me, like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she lets go. I keep stroking her hair, slow and steady. Her breathing evens out a little.“I’m sorry for messing
Elena Carson I wake up with a headache.My body feels tired, heavy as I roll slowly onto my back. The sheets are cool and soft against my skin, and I force my eyes open. The ceiling above me is different. It’s high, modern, with recessed lighting I don’t recognize. For a second, confusion fogs my mind. Then it all crashes back.I’m at Killian’s penthouse.I came here last night because I had nowhere else to go. I sat outside his door like a lost child, crying until I couldn’t breathe, expecting him to turn me away or tell me to leave. He didn’t. He pulled me into his arms, let me fall apart against his chest, and gave me a place to stay without asking a single question.I grab my phone from the nightstand beside me. The screen lights up with a few missed calls from Mom. I ignore them and set the phone back down with a sigh. I don’t want to speak to her right now. She made her decision, and it didn’t include me. It has always been just the two of us against the world. We wer
Killian Davenport I’m driving home tonight from a meeting with Ronald at a cafe near Davenport Co. Ronald spent most of the meeting pushing me to fly back to the UK with him for a few days. Just officially business, he called it. But I know it’s just another attempt to pull me deeper into the Davenport machine.He reminded me I’ve been in the US for only three months after seven years away. That it would make sense to go back, visit the places I miss, see some of my old students, breathe the air I built a life in. He wasn’t wrong. My life in the UK was almost perfect. It was quiet, under my control with no family drama.But I told him to take Kyle instead.As much as that life felt right once, I don’t have anyone to go back to. No lover. No real ties beyond the lecture halls and the hatred for my father that kept me there. The job and my contempt for everything Davenport was what held me. Now? I don’t even know anymore.So Kyle and Ronald are heading to the UK for a few days.
Elena Carson My body moves before my brain registers it.One second I’m frozen in the hallway, the next, I’m pushing the door open and stepping into the living room. The lights are warm, casting soft shadows across the furniture I’ve known since I was a child. Everything looks the same. But nothing feels the same.Mom’s eyes widen the second she sees me. She stands up so fast the couch scrapes against the floor. The man — Philip — gets up too, slower, his face tightening with surprise.“Elena…” Mom starts.“What is going on here?” Mom takes a step toward me, hands raised like she’s approaching a wounded animal. “Baby, let me explain…”“I can’t believe you lied to me, Mom.” The words tumble out. My hands are shaking. I curl them into fists at my sides. “All this time. All those canceled Saturdays. The way you’ve been avoiding me. It was because of him?”The man flinches. I don’t look at him. Mom’s eyes fill with tears. “Elena, please. It’s not what you think…”“Not what I thi
Elena Carson It’s Friday evening, and the sky is already bleeding into soft pinks and oranges as I stand in front of my mirror, smoothing down the long peach sundress with its thin straps. I run my fingers through my hair, letting it fall loose over my shoulders. Nora and Nolan are going away for the weekend on some trip he planned. They were supposed to leave in the afternoon, but Nora insisted they wait until evening so she could personally make sure I actually went to see my mom and didn’t bail the second she was out of town. She’s even dropping me off at VogueVest on her way to meet Nolan.I grab my handbag and phone and step out of my room.Nora is already waiting in the living room, a small overnight bag packed at her feet. She looks up when I appear and smiles brightly.“I’m ready,” I say.Nora tilts her head, studying me. “You look brighter today.”“Thanks.”We head out together. The evening air is cooler than I expected as we climb into the car. She starts the en
Killian Davenport Of all the women in New York, why did it have to be Elena Carson who walked into my classroom?I lean against my desk, arms crossed, watching her stand awkwardly in the middle of the empty lecture hall. Messy bun, slightly wrinkled blouse, flushed cheeks. She looks like
Elena Carson KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. I jolt awake, heart pounding. Ow. My head is killing me. I rub my temples and slowly register that I’m on the floor of my room. Not my bed. My hair is stuck to my cheek and there’s a dull ache behind my eyes that makes even breathing feel like effort. Everyth
Elena Carson He wasn’t supposed to be here tonight.Killian Davenport straightens from the bar, his grey eyes locked on me like he’s trying to place something. My stomach flips violently. He starts walking toward me, slow and deliberate, like a predator who just spotted easy prey. I freeze
Elena Carson The first time Killian Davenport broke my heart, I was thirteen years old. The second time happened tonight when his sister looked up from her phone and casually said, “My brother is back.” That was barely an hour ago, and my heart still hasn’t recovered. I swallow hard, staring a







