LOGIN*Ariana’s POV * It wasn’t long before Kian worked his way through the crowd and stopped in front of me. “Let’s go.” I was too tired to argue. I just nodded and followed him out without a word. He opened the passenger door for me, waited until I slid in, then shut it and walked around to the driver’s side. The drive started out quiet, smooth, the city lights blurring past. Then he turned. Not onto the main road we came in on. I frowned, sitting up straighter. “Where are we going?” “Making a quick stop.” Silence again. A few minutes later he pulled into a parking spot in front of a place with frosted glass and neon lights. I read the sign twice to make sure I wasn’t seeing things: _Playthings & Pleasure_. My eyes widened. “What is this place?” “What place do you think this is?” he said, already unbuckling his seatbelt. “You coming?” “You can’t be serious.” He didn’t answer. He just got out, shut the door, and walked toward the entrance. I hesi
*Ariana's Pov*Thirty minutes. That’s how long I lasted sitting in that booth pretending I wasn’t bored out of my mind. The music was too loud, the air too hot, and Kian? Kian was doing Kian things. Dancing with two different girls I didn’t know, laughing like he didn’t see me watching. Now he was over by the bar, talking to some guys, drink in hand, looking annoyingly unbothered. Typical. I downed the last of my drink and set the glass down harder than I meant to. If I was going to be stuck here, I might as well make it worth it. Then I heard it. “Challenge! Anyone! Anybody at all!” Near the back, a guy was standing over the beer pong table, grinning like he owned the place. Cups cleared, ball in hand, and nobody stepping up. I stood before I thought about it. “Me.” Heads turned. I walked over, set my bag down on a chair, smirked at him. “Let’s see if you’re as good as you sound.” He looked at me as though I had made a big mistake walking up to the table, eyes lighting u
_Kian’s POV_She went quiet, but her eyes gave her away. “Just curious,” she said, too casual. Like she hadn’t been watching me since I walked in. I let out a low laugh. “Curious. Right.” I took a step closer, watching her weight shift back half an inch before she caught herself. “You don’t get curious about me, Ariana. Not unless you want something.” Her chin lifted. “And what if I do?” “Then you should’ve started with that.” I stopped just outside her space, close enough that she could feel it. “Instead you go straight for my girlfriend. Cute. Jealousy looks better on you when you admit it.” She scoffed, turning toward the fountain like I was annoying and not the reason her pulse just jumped. “Don’t flatter yourself. I don’t care who you’re sleeping with.” “Liar.” I moved again. One step. Then her back was against the wall, the sound of the water too loud between us. “Why’d you ask, Ariana?” My voice dropped, low and slow, not giving her room to dodge. “You don’t ask unless
*Kian’s POV*Family. Right. Like that word meant anything to me five minutes ago. Mrs. Vivienne and Mercer were at the door, all polite smiles and low voices. No cheek kisses, no drawn-out hugs. Just the kind of goodbye adults give when there’s nothing real behind it. Mercer clapped me on the shoulder on his way out. “There’s a client I want you to call later this evening. 8 PM. Don’t forget.” “Noted,” I said. The door closed. Silence settled back into the house like it belonged there. And there she was. Ariana. Still sitting across from me, pretending the table was a safe distance. Her eyes kept dropping to her plate, then flicking back up when she thought I wasn’t looking. She was tense. Wound tight like she expected me to say something stupid. I didn’t. I watched her instead. The way her fingers curled around the edge of the table. The way she shifted in her seat like she couldn’t get comfortable with me in the room. Like she could pretend last night on that hotel bed n
_Ariana's POV_The realization hit me like a slap.Kian Mercer. He was the guy from last night. The guy in the room whose shoulders I’d recognized, the guy whose voice had made my skin prickle. My stepbrother. The son and heir of Mercer, one of the richest multi-billionaires in New York. I gasped before I could stop it.For half a second I saw it on his face too—surprise, sharp and real. Then it was gone, replaced by that lazy smirk like he’d just solved a puzzle he didn’t care about.“I’m guessing what you needed to forget,” he said, voice low and amused, “was the annoying stepbrother and father you’d have to meet today.”He reached past me, close enough that his arm brushed mine, and grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl. The movement pulled his shirt tight across his shoulders, and I hated how I noticed how his muscles shifted under it. Hated it more that I didn’t look away fast enough.He turned back to me, studying me like I was the inconvenience. “Feel free to take a picture i
_Ariana's POV_I had just gotten to my apartment to find my mother home after a long while, then she broke it to me and just like that, without a chance to argue, I was boarding a plane to move all the way across the city. My head was still pounding from last night, and nothing about this felt real. We arrived at the airport where a car was waiting for us already. "Sweetie, we have dragged it long enough, it's time you meet your stepfather and stepbrother, you will love them both." I can't believe all this was happening. One moment I caught my best friend and boyfriend cheating, the next I made up with a stranger and now I had flown all the way across the city to meet my supposedly wealthy stepfather and stepbrother who I knew nothing about but his name - Kian Mercer -.The car stopped so abruptly my teeth clicked together. We’d arrived at the mansion. It wasn’t just big. It was obscene. Three stories of white stone and glass, ivy crawling up the columns like it had been growing





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