INICIAR SESIÓNCASSIAN’S POV.I stared out the window as the car pulled away from Maya’s house.What the hell was that?I looked down at my hands.They were still damp. My jacket lay beside me, rainwater darkening the fabric.Wait. I stood in the storm to keep her dry? A humourless laugh slipped out of me.I’d given up my comfort, my composure…and a jacket worth more than most people’s rent…just to make sure Maya didn’t get a drop of rain on her.And she’d looked at me like she couldn’t understand why.Well, neither could I.I could still see her expression: the uncertainty in her eyes, the way she’d paused beneath the jacket, as if she’d expected me to change my mind. That look had followed me into the car. It was still there now, clearer than the rain-blurred lights outside.I should’ve been thinking about the soaked shirt clinging to my back. Or the fact that my driver had said nothing, though I could feel his questions filling the silence.Instead, I was thinking about Maya.The way she’d said
MAYA’S POV.“Thank you for the pastries, Cassian,” Adriana said, setting her empty cup on the table.I smiled. “Yes. Thank you.”Cassian gave a small nod, his attention shifting briefly between us. “I’m glad you enjoyed them.”Adriana checked her phone, then glanced towards the café entrance.“Oh, I should get going. I have something I need to sort out before tomorrow.”I looked at her. “Already?”“Unfortunately.” She picked up her handbag and stood. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Maya.”I stood too, reaching for my bag. “Wait. I’ll come with you.”“No, no. Stay. It’s fine.” She gave me a quick smile, then turned to Cassian. “It was nice seeing you. Mr. Veyre.”“You too, Adriana.”She hurried towards the entrance.“Adriana,” I called, taking a step after her, but she was already outside.I stood there for a moment, watching her go, then I slowly turned back.Cassian was looking at me.“Would you like me to take you home?” he asked.“Oh, no. Thank you. I’ll just get a cab.”His expression shi
ELIO’S POV.By the time I got home, evening had settled over the city.I loosened my tie as I walked into the apartment, dropping my keys into the small tray beside the entrance. The place was quiet, just the way I liked it after a long day.Except my mind wasn’t as quiet. I found myself thinking about the museum again: the exhibition, the paintings…and Amélie.A smile tugged at my mouth before I could stop it.It was strange how easily the afternoon had unfolded. I hadn’t planned on meeting anyone, much less spending so much time talking to someone I barely knew. Yet somehow, the conversation had felt effortless.I shook my head, still smiling faintly, and headed for the kitchen when my phone began to ring.I glanced at the screen to see Derricks name.I picked it up and answered as I reached for a glass of water.“What’s up?”“Elio. I’ve fucked everything up.”I paused.That was quite a response.“I’m serious, Elio.”I leaned against the kitchen counter. “What happened?”A frustrate
ELIO’S POV.The museum was quieter than I’d expected.I’d spent most of the afternoon wandering through its galleries, occasionally stopping to examine an exhibit before moving on to the next. It was a pleasant distraction from the usual noise in my head, and for once, I wasn’t particularly interested in checking my phone.I stood before a large painting, studying the intricate details of its composition, when someone abruptly bumped into my shoulder.“Oh! I’m so sorry.”I stepped back, instinctively reaching out to steady the woman before she lost her balance.“Careful.”She looked up at me, one hand pressed against her chest.“I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”“Neither was I.”Her eyes moved briefly over my face before she gave a small, embarrassed laugh.“Well, that’s reassuring.”I smiled.An exhibition leaflet had slipped from her hand and landed near my shoes. I bent to retrieve it and handed it back to her.“Here.”“Thank you.”She accepted it, brushing a loose st
MAYA’S POV: (Continued)“Wait. Isn’t that Cassian Veyre?”Adriana’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.Of all the places I’d expected to see him, outside my office wasn’t one of them.He looked as impeccably dressed as ever, his dark jacket fitting perfectly across his broad shoulders. His gaze found mine almost immediately, and a faint smile touched his lips.“Oh, my God,” Adriana whispered. “He’s actually coming over here.”“Adriana, please.”“What? I’m just observing him,”“Observe quietly.”She pressed her lips together, but the excitement in her eyes told me she had no intention of doing any such thing.Cassian stopped in front of us.“Good day, Maya.”“Good day, Mr Veyre.”His gaze lingered on my face before flicking briefly towards the building behind me.“I was hoping I hadn’t missed you.”I glanced at the Lamborghini, then back at him. “What are you doing here, Sir?”A faint smile touched his mouth.“Is that how you greet someone who came to congratulate you?”“B…but, you’ve
CASSIAN VEYRE’S POV. (Continued)“Should I take you home, sir?”I glanced up from my phone.“Yes.”My driver nodded and pulled away from the office parking lot.I leaned back in my seat, staring out the window, when I suddenly got an idea.A small smile tugged at my mouth as I let the idea play smoothly in my head.I could congratulate her in person.I could stop by, wish her well, and leave.No dinner. No expectations. No reason for her to feel uncomfortable.It was a perfectly reasonable thing to do.I sat forward.“Turn around.”My driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror.“Sir?”“Turn around. We’re going somewhere else.”He hesitated for barely a second before taking the next available turn.“Yes, sir.”I settled back into my seat.My heart was beating faster than it should have been.This was ridiculous.I was driving across the city to see a woman who had already declined my invitation.I knew that.I wasn’t going to pretend otherwise.But I also knew that if I went home







