LOGIN~~~Lincoln~~~I waited for the right moment. One robber was yelling at a crying woman. I hit the vase first to create a noise to a different direction, then I raised my wrist, angling the watch so the light from the overhead lamps hit it perfectly, creating a blinding flash right in his eyes.“Hey, asshole! Over here!” I shouted.The robber spun toward me, gun raised. “What the fuck—”That’s when calm girl moved.She crawled fast to the old fire suppression panel on the wall and slammed her hand on the emergency trigger.The alarms blared instantly — loud, piercing sirens. Sprinklers exploded to life, raining water down on everyone. The robbers panicked, shouting and slipping on the wet floor.“Go!” I yelled.Loud-mouthed darted low, cutting ropes with a shard of broken glass she’d grabbed, freeing hostages as fast as she could. Calm girl sprinted toward the back emergency door, trying to unlock it.Chaos everywhere. People screaming, slipping, running. One robber fired a wild shot in
~~~Lincoln~~~Fuck my life.I just got back from my concert in Germany three days ago. I didn’t even want to leave the house today. Fans are insane — one sighting and I’d be surrounded, suffocating, phones in my face, screaming my name. But no. Mom insisted I had to deposit her expensive jewelry collection. She forced me to wear this stupid mask so no one would recognize me.And look where that got me.The mask slipped off the second I bumped into those two clumsy girls earlier. Now here I am, tied up on the cold bank floor like a fucking hostage in one of those bad action movies.I could hear the robbers shouting orders, guns waving around. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would crack my ribs. This was supposed to be a quick, low-key errand. Not this bullshit.Then I heard two familiar female voices struggling nearby.“Leave me alone! Don’t fucking touch me!”I twisted my head and looked over. It was them. The two pretty but annoying girls from earlier — the one who grabbed
~~~Freya~~~My life is actually easier. Peaceful, even.After that messy afternoon at the café, Dylan just vanished. No calls. No texts. No pathetic attempts to show up at my door. Not that I wanted him hovering around like a lost dog, but it was weird how completely he disappeared. Either way, I cut every single tie with him. Good riddance.Ryder, on the other hand, has been spoiling me like crazy lately. Especially with jewelry. Fucking Christ, the pieces he gets me are stupid expensive — gold, diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds… I can’t even name half of them. I love them, but keeping that kind of stuff at home makes me uneasy. Yeah, I know I’m safe with the army of hefty bodyguards Ryder assigned me since he traveled out of the country two nights ago for business purposes. A fly couldn’t sneeze on me without them knowing. Still, I want them properly secured for the future.That’s why Zoey and I are at the bank right now, heading toward the private attendant.“Hey babe,” Zoey nu
~~~Freya~~~When I opened my eyes again, a sharp, brutal throbbing slammed into my head. It felt like someone had dropped a fucking boulder on my skull and left it there.I groaned and squinted against the light. I glanced at my surroundings. I was back home — in Ivory Heights, in my own bed. Ryder was sitting right next to me, worry carved deep into his handsome features. Zoey stood by the bedside, arms crossed, looking just as concerned.I tried to sit up. “Ow… fuck.”“Careful,” Ryder said quickly, his strong hands gently helping me up. “Easy, bunny.”I nodded, rubbing my temple. “I’m fine… I think.”His eyes searched mine. “Are you sure?”I nodded again. “Hmm…” “What happened there bunny??”What happened?Ooh.The memories rushed back all at once.The coffee shop. Dylan showing up drunk. Him grabbing my wrist. Him saying Ryder was married.Ryder is married?My stomach twisted painfully at the memory.I shifted my eyes to Ryder, confused. I've known him long enough now. Our relatio
~~~Freya~~~Life has been good lately, not gonna lie.Especially since Ryder came into my life. And now I’ve finally admitted it to myself — I love him. Like, actually love him. I don’t know if the feeling is mutual. I don’t know what he really thinks about me deep down, but a bigger part of me hopes he might love me too. I don’t wanna assume shit though. I’ll find out about his feelings one day and tell him how I feel when the time is right.Then maybe… probably…A small sheepish smile curved my lips.Maybe one day me and Ryder might get married and have two little cute kids running around. My face flushed deep red as I blushed hard just thinking about it.Ouch!Hot coffee spilled all over my hand, scalding the shit out of it. The pain snapped me back to reality. The back of my hand turned bright red instantly.Zoey, sitting across from me, burst into loud laughter.I creased my brows at her. “Aren’t you supposed to say sorry or something?”She kept laughing, wiping tears from her ey
~~~Dylan~~~Two days now.Two fucking days and I still can’t reach her.I’ve tried everything. Texted her from my number, from new numbers, from burner apps. Called her until my thumb hurt. Left voicemails that probably just went straight to the trash. DM’d her on every single social media platform I know — Instagram, Twitter, even that old Facebook account she barely used. All blocked. Every last one.She cut me off like I was some random creep she wanted to erase from her life.Desperate as hell, I even emailed her. Three different emails from three different accounts. Long ones. Short ones. Apologies. Begging. Telling her how much I fucked up, how Helene was a mistake, how I still love her and can’t stop thinking about her.No reply. Not even a read receipt. Nothing.What the fuck is wrong with her?She used to be so soft. So forgiving. The girl who would listen no matter what. Now she’s acting like I’m nothing. Like the ten years we spent together didn’t mean shit to her.I guess
Freya’s POVI froze the moment the email notification popped up on my phone.My eyes stayed glued to the screen as my heart skipped a beat, my brain struggling to process the words staring back at me.“Congratulations. You have been selected for an interview.”For several seconds, I just stared at
Chapter 10: Get out! Ryder's POV The bathroom door slammed behind me with enough force to rattle the frame. The sound echoed in the small space like a gunshot. I stood there for a second, dripping, still half-hard, cock slick and heavy with her. Freya’s sweet, musky scent clung to me unmistakable
Ryder's POV I hadn’t been able to get her out of my head since that night.The moment she left my house, still flushed, still trembling, still carrying the scent of me on her skin, something shifted inside me, something I couldn’t name and didn’t want to examine. I told myself it was just sex. Jus
Freya's POV "Stand up," he commanded, his voice dark and rough with barely restrained desire. I obeyed, rising on trembling thighs, knees weak, heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to come out of my chest. My body felt foreign, liquid, like it no longer belonged to me. Every nerve endin







