MasukCaspian's POV I don't knock on doors.I never have. People open doors for me. They wait on the other side, hoping I will choose to walk through. That is how my whole life has been arranged since I was a boy with bleeding knuckles deciding I would never want anything badly enough to be made small by it again.And yet I stood in my penthouse all night, and I couldn't stop tasting her.The kiss. The way she came apart under my hands and then ran from it. The half-fixed zip, the shoes clutched in her hand, the door shutting between us. A man doesn't chase that. A smart man lets a woman who runs keep running, because a woman who runs is a problem and I solve problems by removing them, not following them into the dark.So I told myself I wouldn't go.Then the sun came up and I was already in the car.Now I stood at her door at an hour no decent man calls, doing the one thing my mother burned out of me before I was ten years old. Reaching. Wanting where she could see it. I raised my hand
Ana's POV I didn't tell him to stop.I closed the last gap myself.The kiss started slowly, both of us testing the edge of a thing we had circled for weeks. Then it wasn't slow at all. His hand fisted in my hair and mine found the front of his shirt, and weeks of holding back broke loose all at once, and I kissed him like a woman who had been starving and only just remembered what food was.He stood and pulled me up with him, never letting go of my mouth. He dropped cash on the table without counting it. Then his hands were on me again and we were moving, out the door, into the dark, into a car, and I couldn't have told you a single thing about the drive. There was only his mouth and his hands and the heat of him against me, and the small broken sounds I made that I didn't recognize as my own.His place. I barely saw it. A door, a wall, my back against it, his body pressed to mine from chest to hip, and his mouth came down on me again like he had been waiting his whole life for the
Ana's POV I buried myself in the launch to outrun him.It was the only thing that worked. When I was deep in the numbers, picking apart the ad spend, rewriting the message, there was no room left in my head for the storm, the dark, his hand finding mine and not letting go. There was no room for the phone that had buzzed with my husband's name and ended the night before it could begin.So I worked. I worked like my life was the prize.And it paid off."You need to see these," my data lead said, and dropped the report on my desk, and his hands were shaking a little. "Ana. Look at these."I looked.I read the first line, then the second, then I read the whole thing again because the numbers couldn't be right. They were too good. Sign-ups past the target. Past the stretch target. Past the wild dream we had written as a joke at the bottom of the plan and never expected to touch."Is this real?" I asked."I ran it three times. It's real."The room went loud around me, people on their feet
Sebastian's POV The house was too quiet now, and the quiet had a sound.I know that makes no sense. A quiet house should have no sound at all. But every night when I came home and the door shut behind me, I heard it. The space where Ana used to be. The buzz of nothing where her voice used to live. She had a way of being in a room that filled it, and now no one filled it.I got what I chose. I kept telling myself that.I chose Nicole. I chose the woman who could give me a son. I chose the future over the past, the new over the old, the full belly over the empty one. Any man would have done the same. That is what I told the mirror in the morning and the ceiling at night.I almost believed it.The trouble was the almost."You're home late again," Nicole said.She was on the couch when I came in, one hand resting on her belly, which had grown round these last weeks. She wore one of the silk robes she had filled the closet with. She looked comfortable. She always looked comfortable now,
Ana's POV The late nights had somehow become a rhythm I no longer questioned.Dinner that pretended to be work. The car that pretended to be convenience. The walk to my door that pretended to be manners. I told myself I was still holding the line. I told myself a lot of things that month, and I believed fewer of them every day.And tonight the rain had turned mean.It came down heavily on the glass, and the floor had emptied early because of it. Everyone ran from the weather. Everyone but us. We were deep in the launch numbers when the first crack of thunder shook the windows, and I looked up to see that the building had gone quiet around us. It was just the two of us and forty floors of empty darkness."We should go before it gets worse," I said."It's already worse." He nodded at the window. The street below had vanished under water and headlights. "No one's driving in that."Suddenly the lights flickered.Once. Twice.Then they died, and the whole world dropped into black."Casp
Caspian's POV "You haven't signed the Larsen contract," my secretary said. "It's been on your desk for three days.""Leave it.""Sir, legal needs it by…""I said leave it."She left it and she also left, quietly, the way people learn to leave a room when they sense the weather in it has changed.I looked down at the Larsen contract and couldn't have told you a single word inside it. I had read the same line four times. But the line was about Anastasia. Every line lately was about Anastasia, no matter what the page actually said.‘This isn't control. This is the opposite of control.’I read people. That is the talent under all the other talents. Put a man across a table from me and within a minute I have his fear, his price, the lie he tells himself in the mirror. They open like books under the right pressure, every one of them, because everyone has a seam and I find seams for a living.But she has no seam.Two dinners. Hours of her voice. And I came away knowing the diner with the p
Ana's POV The first thing I saw was the candle.But a working dinner doesn't have a candle. A working dinner has bad coffee and a conference table and a clock everyone is staring at. This had a corner table at the back of a restaurant I couldn't have afforded on a month of my old salary, and two
Caspian's POV I don't chase.I want to be clear about that, even if the only person listening is me. Men who chase are men who have already lost. They run after a thing with their hands open and their chest exposed, and the world takes one look and knows exactly where to put the knife. My mother
Ana's POV I didn't sleep.The number glowed on my phone every time I picked it up, and I picked it up all night. Fifty thousand dollars. More money than I had ever held in my life, and all I could feel was the shape of it tightening around my throat.The last time a man left me money, it had been
Ana's POV I had been at my desk twenty minutes when HR walked in and shut the door behind her."Settling in?" she asked, but her eyes were doing something her smile wasn't."It's going as planned." I kept my voice light. "The launch timeline holds. I'll have the full rollout deck ready by Friday."







