Celeste’s POV“Officer Raymond is ruggedly handsome. Think of all the things we could do with those handcuffs.”I giggled and hid coyly behind my drawn-in knee.Sure, the officer had been attractive. But I’d much rather watch Ryan squirm than entertain fantasies about a man I’d met only today.“You just met him! Weren’t you telling Grace off about this exact thing earlier today?” He said and crumpled Raymond’s number in a fist.I was under his skin—good. He deserved to feel every ounce of jealousy he forced me to endure with Michelle.“He’s an officer, Ryan.” I shrugged. “If he’s not safe, who is?”“What use will an officer be if someone attacks you? He can’t be with you every second, Celeste, but I can.” He said, voice a dark, determined promise. “I’ll protect you.”Suddenly it was like my game was turned on me.I swallowed and dropped my leg off the seat. The possessive way Ryan’s eyes held me raised the temperature in the room by several degrees.“You’re my assistant, not my bodygua
Ryan’s POV“Make yourself at home,” Celeste said, her gaze landing anywhere but on me. “I’m just going to change.”She gestured to her clothes, dusty from riffling through the remains of her design table. I nodded, and she disappeared down the hallway.When Celeste peered at me with those frightened pools of gold in her car, they held my heart captive. I’d have given her anything she asked for at that moment.If being in her apartment made her feel safe, then that’s where we’d work. The moment I heard her door click shut, I checked the doors and windows. I closed the blinds, where my father’s spies had a clear view from outside. I shook my head at the shabby lock on her front door. It would do nothing to stop Maximilian Edwards.I was just ending a call when Celeste emerged from the hallway. Her hair was up in a bun, clean face glowing, and her body clad in leggings and a knitted sweater.There was nothing suggestive about her outfit, and yet my body stirred.“I told you to settle in
Celeste’s POV“It looks like the break-in wasn’t my fault after all,” Grace said pointedly. “If this was premeditated, they would have broken in whether I locked the studio or not.”I stuffed Raymond’s number into my pocket and sighed.“That’s beside the point. You should have been careful re—”She glared, hands propped on her hips. “Why are you being so hard on me? It was an honest mistake, and nothing’s worse for it!”“Oh, you think there aren’t any consequences?” I asked, barely holding my fury at bay. “You’re the one who took out our business insurance policy. Do they pay out in cases of negligence?”Grace stilled, and her gray eyes blew wide as saucers. “I-I’m not sure… I can’t remember if they cover theft as a-a result of…” she trailed off, unable to bring herself to say it.I knew she was wracked with guilt, and my ire softened.“Next time I try to raise concerns with you, don’t dismiss me,” I said, pursing my lips. “You always throw caution to the wind and lose yourself when y
Celeste’s POVWhen the police officers arrived, we received a stern chastising for riffling through the crime scene. One went over the studio with a fine-toothed comb while the other—Officer Raymond—took my statement.He asked questions straightforwardly, and the process went smoothly.It was only when he asked about my relation to Damien and Ryan that I noticed the interest in his gaze.“Oh, Ryan’s just an employee.” I hid a gleeful smirk when my assistant looked gutted. I turned to Damien. “And this is my ex-husband—he was actually just leaving.”The officer nodded, a corner of his mouth raising.“Celeste, how can I leave you after the ordeal you’ve been through?” Damien asked, though his gaze kept darting to Raymond.“I appreciate your help, but you’ve overstayed your welcome.” My tone didn’t leave room for argument. He cast one last lingering glance at me before finally leaving. I’d seen enough of him for a year.“Ugh, what was Damien doing here—what the fuck?” Grace’s jaw drop
Third-Person POVCeleste’s heart pounded as she pushed the studio door open and stepped inside. The keys slipped from her hand and clattered to the floor.The studio had been ransacked.Her shoes crunched over broken glass, scattered paper, and overturned furniture. Despair ripped through her chest.Everything she had built was destroyed.Ryan followed her in, shouldering past Damien. He saw her shoulders heaving and the color draining from her face.He moved swiftly to catch her before she staggered.“Hey, take it easy, boss,” he murmured in her ear. “I’m here—you’re safe.”She nodded, but tremors still shook her body. Ryan’s jaw tightened—the bastard who had done this would pay.A noise made him turn. Damien was pulling a chair from the wreckage.“Sit, Celeste,” he said softly, guiding her into the chair and away from Ryan. “You look just about ready to faint.”He squatted beside her, speaking comforting words.Ryan walked further into the studio; the sight of Celeste with Damien fel
Celeste’s POVI heaved a heavy sigh as I headed up the elevator from the parking garage.After Ryan and Molly left the studio yesterday, I threw myself into creating a show-stopping design for the competition. It was the only way to stop myself from dwelling on how Michelle’s parents liked Ryan enough to supply my studio with their finest materials.Alone in my apartment, there was nothing to distract me, and the night had been spent tossing and turning.I stomped out of the elevator, frustration boiling… until it turned to exasperation.“I’m technically not in your studio,” Damien said, hands raised. “You never said I couldn’t meet you outside…”He trailed off at my withering look.An unannounced visit from my ex-husband was the last thing I needed on a gloomy Monday morning.“Just tell me what you want, Damien, so we can get this over with.”He took a tentative step forward, reached for my hand, and then thought better of it.“I was worried about you,” he said, voice gruff. “After th