Liam's POV It was warm.That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up. I never wake up warm. My life had been a long line of hotel rooms, business suites and penthouses that looked impressive but always felt… empty. The beds that were always too big. Sheets that were too crisp and most of all silence that echoed louder than it should. But this morning, there was warmth. It was soft and steady. The kind that made me hesitate to even open my eyes so it won't disappear. And then I did, and I saw her. Ivy. She was lying in my arms like she belonged there. Her head rested just under my chin, her breath brushing against my shirt. Her hair, messy and undone spilled across my chest like silk threads, smelling faintly of citrus and a hint of my cologne from the sheets. One of her hands had fisted lightly in the fabric of my shirt, like she was holding on to me in her sleep. My arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her close, like I had already decided, even unconsciously
Ivy's POV The waves were louder at night, crashing against the sand like they were keeping score. I had slipped out here for air, my heels dangling from my hand, toes sinking into the cool sand. And for a moment, it was just me, the ocean, and silence. But of course, silence never lasted wherever Liam Calloway was. "Running away already?" His voice came from behind me, sounding smooth and infuriatingly calm. I turned, and there he was, with his shirt sleeves rolled up, his hair mussed by the wind, he was barefoot looking like he owned the whole damn beach. He looked too casual, too easy.... too him. "I needed space," I said, turning back to continue staring at the horizon. He stopped beside me anyway, close enough that his shoulder brushed mine. I could feel heat bleeding through the thin fabric of my robe. "You really hate me that much?" he asked quietly. The words knocked me off balance. Not because of what he said, but how he said it. There was no smug grin, no tau
Ivy's POV I kept on thinking about all that just happened through the ride home. Liam had explained. He really explained. About Bianca, about how long ago it all was, about how I wasn’t some leftover fling he had been stringing along. And I believed him. At least… just enough to unclench my fists. But believing him wasn’t the same as forgiving. So when I leaned against the window and let the city blur past, I wasn’t ignoring him, I was just trying to sort through the knot of things twisting inside my chest. I was still lost in my thoughts as I walked into the penthouse, that was until I saw the envelope waiting on the kitchen counter. It was cream-colored, with my father’s handwriting stamped across the front.It has been a while since I contacted my father so I instantly tore it open.It was a note from my dad about a week-long "honeymoon trip." he and Liam's dad booked. It was already paid for and non-refundable.Of course.Behind me, Liam walked in, loosening his tie. He rai
Liam's POV My office was very silent. A little too silent in fact. Normally, I thrived in the quiet. But today, it just left room for thinking about one thing....... her. And that kiss. It kept replaying in my head like a song I couldn’t shut off. The way she froze, then melted in my arms, even if it was just for a second. The way she looked at me after, like she wasn't sure if she wanted to slap me or kiss me again. I already replayed it more times than I cared to admit. It was supposed to mean nothing, like she said. It should have been just heat, just a mistake. But Ivy Monroe had kissed me back. She could deny it all she wanted, bury it under that ice-queen act of hers, but I knew it. I felt it. I leaned back in my chair sighing as I dragged a hand through my hair. What the hell was this woman doing to me? The sudden sharp click of heels coming from behind my door pulled me out of my reverie. The door swung open without a knock. Bianca Winters. Again. Of course. She s
Ivy's POV The kiss was still lingering on my lips when I stepped back under the blinding studio lights.I could still feel his breath on my skin. His hands on my back. The way my chest had gone tight like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us.And God I hated it. Because that was never supposed to happen.Not here and absolutely not with him.The photographer kept on snapping away, barking orders. "Closer! Tilt your chin! Hold her tighter!"And Liam obeyed, slipping his arm more firmly around my waist. His palm pressed into the silk of my dress, warm and steady, and I swear my knees almost buckled.Outwardly though, I made sure not to flinch. I can't give him the satisfaction. So I smiled at the camera, looking perfect and serene, like nothing had shaken me.Inside though, I was chaos.Every flash of the camera felt like it was capturing not our smiles but my secret, the one I had no business carrying.When the shoot finally ended, I was the first to walk away. My heels c
Liam's POV Breakfast with Ivy had left me wrecked.The way she laughed, really laughed, it was not that polite social smile she always gave the cameras, it kept replaying in my head like some broken record. I had said something stupid under my breath, and she cracked. She tilted her head back and laughed, soft and real, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe.That laugh should’ve belonged to me years ago. Instead, I had buried it under humiliation and stupid teenage pride.And now, every time she looked at me, all I could think was; Don’t screw this up again.Breakfast should’ve been the turning point between us.I had swallowed my pride, I told her things I had never admitted out loud in years. The apology wasn’t perfect, hell, it was awkward as sin. But it was real. And for one small moment, I actually thought she believed me.But Ivy Monroe will never let her walls crumble that easily.So now here we were, stuck in front of cameras for another magazine shoot, and she wouldn’t