CREED'S POVIt was midnight.And I couldn't sleep.I'm in bed staring up at the ceiling, arms behind my head, feeling like a man set to fold all the way.I was uneasy, burning to pieces inside my own fucking skull.All I'd suppressed those last few weeks — all those feelings, thoughts I'd been sealing up tight and keeping out from the world — were clawing around my belly.I was finished.And all because of her.Yuyu Roman.That annoying, biting-tongued, infuriating child with that ridiculous laugh and infuriatingly insightful eyes.The last face I hadn't laid eyes on in weeks — and yet, inexplicably, still omnipresent everywhere.In my mind.In my goddamn nightmares.Under my skin.What's going on with you, Creed?I cursed with a heavy sigh, reaching for my phone.I scrolled mindlessly for a minute or so, until my thumb hovered over the employee directory document I'd saved on my phone — the one with all the staff contacts.For professional purposes.Only professionally.Yeah, sure.I
Yuki's POVI walked into the office today with a brand-new attitude.No more creeping around.No more rolling in terror like a whimp.I had time.Time meant that I lived a little — flirted with the guy that I liked, for goodness' sake — before I vanished off to nowhere, before the reality of what I was ruined my life.I wore a star ensemble today.Bubblegum pink suit.Pants to match.Steep white stilettos.My blonde hair was drawn back into a snatched ponytail, so tight it was virtually a club. Praise God for glue and high-tech wig science, really, or my little secret would have gone sky-high months ago.Concealed under my jacket, I had on a sharp white crop top — crisp, plain, cutting.And the tie? Oh, sweetie, it was accessorized within an inch of its life.Princess Bubblegum pin. A pink bow duo. White Hello Kitty. And a dash of sparkly nonsense.I was a CEO Barbie dream turned reality — and I loved every second of it.I strode into the office as if I owned it.My bubblegum heels ta
Zara's POV My voice was tighter than I meant it to be.Not that I cared.Zed grinned like an idiot, behind me into the office.He slumped into the desk chair, plugged in the drive and his laptop, and started typing.The screen turned blue and white as files downloaded — folders within folders of work documents, names, codes, files labeled things like 'Q1 Analytics' and 'Client Data Structure'.His fingers moved fast, the clicking of keys filling the silence.After a couple of minutes, he leaned back, running a hand through his messy dark hair.“Looks pretty normal to me,” he shrugged. “I don’t think we’re gonna find much on this drive. It’s mostly work-related, charts, performance reports, boring shit.”I spun on him so fast his smirk slipped.“That is confidential shit.”I stabbed a finger in his direction.If you lose one file, one line of code — if you steal so much as the email address of one client, Zed — I'll know. I'll bury you in lawsuits so deep your grandkids'll be born in
Creed's POVFabulous.That was the best my brain could do then.She appeared… amazing.Sweat sprinkled across her forehead, a fine sheen flashing on her skin — and that dress.My God, that dress made her a princess from some faraway, unreachable kingdom.A bright, deep red, cinched just so at the waist, flowing out in liquid silk."You're in the ladies' restroom, Mr. Malcolm," she gasped, breathless, flustered — and outrageously adorable."You can be arrested for privacy… co–…" she stuttered on the word.'Code.'The phrase was privacy code, but I was too engaged in the motion of her lips, too focused on the pounding of my heart.A smile crept across my face, my heart pounding furiously, a warmth I didn't know existed burning in my chest.Do you want my assistance or not?" I queried smugly, the words rushing ahead before my mind caught up to them.I strode further into the minute bathroom, observing a tangible terror flicker across her bright, erratic eyes."I do not want your assistan
Zara's POVHis mouth was… firm.Softness encased in something desperate, something wild.His arms went around my waist as though I was the only thing propping him up, drawing me deeper into that pinched, gulping space between us.What was this?And worse — why did I like it?My fingers sank into his dirty shoulder-length hair, which was rougher than I'd intended, but his breath caught — a weak, gagged moan slipping out of him like a secret he didn't want to share.Then he released my lips, tracing the side of my neck with slow, soft licks of his tongue.Hold on.Hold on one damn minute.What the actual fuck was I doing?"Get off me!" I growled, pushing him away as if he'd scalded my skin.I glared at him, my chest heaving and falling, heat still pricking along my skin in the wake.His eyes sparkled — pleased, smug, infuriating."How dare you?" I spat.He had the nerve to laugh."Calm down. You kissed me."I stopped.My mouth dropped open, words elbowing for space, because he was right
Yuki's pov The world felt like it cracked open the moment Zara stormed in.Her heels clacked hard against the pristine marble floor, eyes blazing, chest heaving with wild rage.Heads turned. A hush fell over the entire restaurant. The soft classical music faded beneath the weight of her fury.“There you are, you homewrecker.”Her voice sliced through the air like a knife.I barely had time to blink before she was at our table.“Zara—” Creed stood, his hand rising in a pacifying gesture. “Calm down. This isn’t the place.”“Oh, it’s exactly the place,” she snapped, her voice a sharp, venomous thing. “It’s the perfect place to show this little fraud exactly who she’s messing with.”“Zara—” Creed’s voice was firmer now, but it didn’t matter.Because in one swift, vicious motion —she grabbed the entire plate of food and slammed it down all over me.The warmth of the seared duck breast, the sticky cherry reduction, the buttery smooth potatoes, and the gold-dusted garnish smashed against m
Yuki's POVThe cold water ran down my skin in thin, biting rivulets.I stayed under the spray until my fingers curled, washing over every inch of me as if I could wash away the night.Duck breast. Cherry glaze. That gilded garnish. Lavender champagne fragrance still clung to me even after the good scrubbing.God, it was embarrassing.My eyes were still on fire, but at least it was not as bad now.My dress was ruined. My pride was shattered.I stood there for a minute, just letting the water just numb me out.I wasn't even angry anymore — just… tired.When I finally emerged, wrapping myself in my enormous towel, Suzu was waiting by the door.Her little three-legged self wagging furiously, tail flapping like she didn't even know the world could be cruel.She whimpered, nuzzling at my leg, trying to lift my spirits, those black shiny eyes full of the purest kind of love.I clenched a smile. "Hey, baby."I bent down to pick her up, burying my face in her warm fur.But even she couldn't fi
Creeds pov "Yuyu?"My voice came out, rougher than I intended.I felt a quick motion along my side — a turn, as though she were retreating, or hiding out.This was murdering me.I breathed in and spoke a word, quietly, as though each of my words was ripping something away."Sorry. I'm. so sorry, Yuyu. I shouldn't have let that occur. I should have defended you. You didn't have to endure that — not from Zara, not from that restaurant, not from me. I don't care what anyone else thinks. you're important to me. I don't even recall when it occurred, or how, but somewhere along the way, you. you invaded my brain. And tonight made me realize just how much."I swallowed."You didn't deserve any of it. And I hate that I'm part of the reason you're hurting. I'll fix it, I swear. Whatever it takes… I'll make this right."The silence lingered, broken only by the far-off thrum of the city outside and Suzu's breathing by the door.Then her voice — tiny, exhausted, but so heartbreakingly gentle."I
Zara's POVZed was over at my place again.He made himself way too comfortable, sprawling on the couch in my room like he owned the place.Tonight, he brought over some weird Mexican something.I didn't even catch the name. He said it twice. Maybe three times. But it just sounded like sounds to me.He kept trying to feed it to me, holding a forkful in front of my mouth like I was some stubborn kid with medicine to swallow.I shook my head so hard."I don't want anything to do with that," I grumbled, folding my arms across my chest.Zed glared at me, still chewing.I could tell he didn't get it.Not the food.None of it."I don't know why you're upset," he said, setting the container down on the coffee table."You got what you wanted. The imposter was exposed. You should be dancing. Celebrating."Celebrating?Celebrating?I let out a panted laugh, a laugh that did not sound anything like a laugh."This wasn't what I wanted," I whispered.Zed blinked, confused."You wanted the truth—""
Creed's PovIt was past midnight.The bottle that I held was almost empty, but I did not mind. I was not drinking to be joyful. I was not even drinking to forget. I was drinking because it was the only way I could make the silence that greeted me endurable.I reclined slumped on the couch in my living room, the sole item of furniture that was more like a cell than home. There were shadows everywhere. The clock chimed out so loudly it sounded like a hammer in my head.And still.Still, I couldn't stop thinking about Yuyu.Fucking Yuki.With that goddamn smirk and those fuckin' sparklin' bright eyes and the way he looked at me like I was something, anything when he had no idea who the fuck I even was.I hated him.I missed him.I hadn't the fuck idea what I was feelin' anymore.Was I gay now? Did I swing this way? Did I just FUCKIN' happen to be feelin' desperately for someone, anyone, to look at me like I weren't a damned monster?Jesus Christ, no.I tipped the bottle to my lips again,
Yuki's pov The flying part wasn't scary.I wasn't terrified of airplanes.I wasn't terrified of turbulent flight or height or any of that.I was terrified of beginning again.Terrified of seeing myself.For three weeks — almost four — I had done nothing but rot. Fault myself. Cry. Break things. Apologize to specters.That was enough.I couldn't keep going on like that.Mom wouldn't have wanted me to go on like that.Grandpa wouldn't either, even if he didn't always recall me.I stared out the plane window, clouds streaking across the horizon like wet paint, my chest aching.Memories ripped at me — Creed's voice, his smile, then the shock in his eyes.Grandpa's laugh, the way he used to call me his "boy."Lily's hugs.Small shattered pieces of my life slipping further and further away from me as the plane flew east.I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood.No more tears.No more pity parties.I can do this.This is my new start.Mom would be proud.I hugged myself hard, wrapped the th
Lily's POVThe ride to the airport was too short.I continued to sneak glances at Yuki beside me, soaking him in—his dark, messy hair, the nervous drum of his fingers against his jeans, the nervous bounce of his knee.As if if I stared long enough, I could burn the picture of him into my head and never forget.He caught me staring and smiled weakly. "What?""Nothing," I said quickly, attempting to smile. "Just. don't chicken out."He grinned, but it wasn't natural. "Too late to run now, huh?""Way too late," I taunted softly.The problem was, I wished he would run.I wanted to bang the car doors closed, drive us somewhere a thousand miles from here, and wish he wouldn't be going.But I couldn't.He had to go.He needed this new start.Even if it killed me.We pulled up to Departures. Yuki opened his backpack, fiddling with the straps like they were the most fascinating thing on earth.I pulled up and turned off the engine.We sat there, neither of us moving, for a moment.Then Yuki le
Yuki's POV"You're leaving today."Lily's voice was gentle, but it hit me like a punch.I crouched at the foot of the bed, staring at the carpet. My fingers tapped on the frayed cuff of my jacket, pulling at loose threads as if I could somehow roll back time and stay here in this cramped safe room, stuck forever.I didn't look at her. I didn't move."Yuki," she said once more, coming to kneel beside me. Her hand lay lightly on my knee. "Then I think it's time you saw your grandfather."I shook my head."No, it's not," I grunted. "I'm not ready."She let out a tired, aching sigh, the kind you do when you don't want to cry. "You've been here for a month. You're better now. You're stronger, plus do you really plan on going halfway across the world and not seeing him before you go.""Stronger?" I laughed roughly. "I'm still a mess.""You're recovering," she amended. "And you have to — you'd just have to visit him before you go."Her words sliced through me more deeply than I cared to ackn
Creed's POVI slammed the office door shut so hard that the walls vibrated. The secretary outside yelped as if she thought the damn ceiling was going to come crashing down."Get me the quarterly reports," I barked. "Now."She rushed out of her seat, almost falling over her own feet. Pitiful.I paced in front of my office like a wild animal in a cage, blood pumping hotter each passing second. All of this was pissing me off every day now. The terrible coffee. The creeping elevators. The godforsaken interns' breathing out in the corridor.Five weeks. Five weeks since I let go of that imposter, yet my heart clenched at the thought of her…of him !Anger boiled in my veins over and over but today a particular anger took over me, one o couldn't explain but already had ties to That imposter I didn't need him and I wasn't gay!There was no going back for me. And I felt the whole office knew that from the very moment I resumed, a week ago Besides they couldn't blame me for their incompeten
Lily's POVToday became tomorrow.Tomorrow became next week.Next week became three endless weeks.And somehow, despite all the promises I made to myself, I still hadn't met Yuki.I don't even know how it all tightened up like that — how every small detail became so hard. Between caring for Grandpa Roman, going back and forth to the hospital for meds, doctor appointments, dealing with his therapies — life had gotten tangled around my neck with no mercy. I didn't have space to catch my breath, didn't have time to think. And amidst all of this, something gnawed at me:Yuki trusted me.I had been entrusted with Grandpa Roman — with one of the only people he loved — and deep, way down deep inside me, I knew I didn't want to let him down.But today. today was different. Today was the day. I was really going to fix all of it.I was going to go see him, apologize for whatever stupidness drove us apart, tell him about what he'd seen that day with Dan, tell him everything.Dan.He officially m
Zara's POVThere's regret.There's pain.And then there's anger — thick, bitter, wild anger.I didn't deserve this.I was the last person in this damn world that deserved this.He wasn't supposed to push me away.He wasn't supposed to treat me like… like I was nothing.I was supposed to be by his side.I was supposed to be the one to fix him. To save him.I paced back and forth in my chamber, my hands in my palms, trying to contain the storm raging inside me.The walls were closing in, the air heavy, and my mind was filled with his face. His eyes. His lips. His voice when he'd instructed me to leave.I hated him.I loved him.God — I loved him.I couldn't take it anymore."Call Zed," I barked at one of my servants.She stopped. "Now, ma'am?""Now!" I screamed.My hands were trembling. My heart thudding. I was unraveling, going crazy and I didn't give a damn anymore.Within minutes, Zed arrived.Tall, dark, as calm as ever.He always had been.The man who took orders quietly, who had a
Yuki's POVTwo weeks.That's 20,160 minutes. Twenty thousand, one hundred and sixty minutes of pure torture.I'd texted Creed so much. Too much, really. Sorrys I couldn't phrase correctly first, things I didn't have the courage to tell him out loud before, little things I knew he didn't want to hear. I texted anyway, hoping for a crumb of a reply.But there was nothing. No dot. No word. No fucking breath.So I made up my mind. I'd made it up the day everything went wrong—the day everything went in the opposite direction of my plans, like some sick cosmic joke. I was leaving New York. Done. Finito. Finished.Lily hadn't called me for two weeks either. It was as if my world had burst wide open, and I stood in the middle of a great emptiness. Grandpa Roman… two weeks of nothing from him too. Two weeks of not hearing his shaking, bewildered voice, of not chasing after him when he got me mixed up with my mother. Two weeks alone, tearing myself apart, living on my own regrets.I was complet