Mag-log inAria POVLunch with Ethan was supposed to be quick. That was the original plan.But instead, two hours somehow disappeared.We ended up at this small restaurant three blocks away from the office, the kind with dim hanging lights and overpriced pasta people only paid for because the aesthetic looked expensive.Ethan claimed the place had “character.”I claimed the chairs were trying to assassinate my spine.“You complain like somebody’s angry aunt,” he informed me while stealing one of my fries.“You just committed theft in front of me.” I pouted my lip.“You weren’t eating them.” He tried justifying his actions.“That’s not permission.”“It spiritually felt like permission.”I rolled my eyes, but another laugh slipped out anyway. And honestly? I needed this.Needed something that wasn’t Mason occupying every available inch of my brain.For a while, conversation stayed easy. Work gossip. Office drama. Vanessa apparently flirting with a senior editor to secure better assignments.“She a
Ethan stood there holding another cup in his hand, a small smile was plastered on his face.“There she is,” he said lightly. “I was starting to think you murdered somebody on your way back from Daniel’s office.”Despite myself, a weak laugh escaped me. “Give me another hour.”“Ah,” he nodded seriously while pulling the chair beside me out. “So we’re at that stage of the week already.”I rolled my eyes as he sat down next to me comfortably. “You ever mind your business?”“Not when my favorite coworker looks like she’s one inconvenience away from committing a felony.”That earned him another laugh.Ethan slid the coffee closer toward me. “Drink before you pass out in the middle of the newsroom. I don’t have the emotional strength for that today.”“You’re very annoying.” I complained.“And yet here you are, still talking to me.” I shook my head before finally grabbing the cup. The warmth against my hands helped slightly.Ethan leaned back in his chair, studying me for a second. “Okay ser
Mason’s POVThe second I stepped back into the hotel room, all I felt was anger.The door slammed shut behind me hard enough to shake the walls.“Whoa,” the girl on the bed muttered, sitting upright slightly. “What the hell happened to you?”I ignored her completely.My jaw was locked so tightly it hurt. I dragged both hands through my hair before pacing toward the minibar aggressively.Aria’s face kept replaying inside my head.The anger in her eyes.The way her voice shook when she looked at me like I had personally offended her by existing and somehow that pissed me off even more.I poured whiskey into a glass carelessly before throwing it back immediately.Did she seriously think she had the right to look at me like that after disappearing for five years? After leaving me to deal with everything alone?A bitter laugh almost escaped me.Unbelievable.“You’re acting insane right now,” the girl complained from behind me.Still, I said nothing.Because if I opened my mouth right now,
Aria POVFor a moment, I genuinely thought I had walked into the wrong room.Mason sat at the edge of the bed like he owned the entire damn world.The girl beside him turned slightly. “Baby, who’s that?” She gave me a slightly seductive look.I felt disgusted by it.His gaze never left mine. “Journalist,” he answered casually. “She likes asking questions.”Heat rushed violently into my face.I should’ve left immediately, I knew that.But my feet stayed planted there, humiliation burning so hard inside me that it almost made me dizzy.Mason leaned back slightly against the bed, completely relaxed. “You gonna stand there all night, Aria?”The sound of my name on his lips did something ugly to my chest.The girl glanced between us, instantly sensing the tension.Then anger exploded through me so fast I almost saw black.I let out a sharp laugh, disbelief mixing with humiliation. “You’re unbelievable.”The smirk on his face barely shifted. “You came here, didn’t you? Why am I the one at fa
Mason’s POVI disguised myself the moment I entered the Grand Meridian Hotel because I didn’t want to entertain any fake attention from strangers just because I was popular.I sent a text to someone. > I want you to inform the Westline Media that I’m in the Grand Meridian Hotel. I smiled to myself.Aria.Five years and she walks back into my life like nothing happened, holding a notebook, standing there at the rink, looking at me like she didn’t feel it. Like I was just another assignment. Yeah… I didn’t believe that. Not for a second.“Rossi.” I dropped the name at the front desk. The receptionist straightened immediately, handing me the key card with a polite smile I didn’t return. I took it and walked off before she could say anything else. The elevator ride was silent, but my head wasn’t. The door to the suite clicked shut behind me, and the silence hit harder than before. I paced once, dragging a hand through my hair, already irritated with myself.I pulled out my phone and m
The pace on the ice picked up. Faster drills. Sharper turns. Harder passes. Mason was at the center of it. Like everything revolved around him. “Again!” the coach shouted. The players reset. Mason pushed off quickly. Then, something slipped. So small no one reacted immediately. But I saw it, the way his skate didn’t land right. The way his body shifted, just slightly off balance as he caught himself. Although he kept going like nothing happened. My pen paused. That wasn’t normal. He circled back into formation. Another pass, another turn. This time slower. His weight wasn’t even, he was favoring one side. Left. “Faster!” the coach barked. Mason pushed harder. With a sharp stop, his skates cutting across the ice, he faltered. Not a full fall, though it was noticeable. I stepped closer to the glass. His knee dipped slightly, his body tightening like something pulled too far. He froze for half a second. His stride wasn’t clean anymore. There was a delay. He stopped comp







