LOGINAna's POV I had every reason to say no.The office. The whispers that had followed me down the aisle all day. The ring I still hadn't taken off, the bare band of skin under it that he had touched and I had run from. A husband three hundred miles away too proud to sign me free. Every reason was standing in a line and waiting for me to use it.I looked at his hand around mine, at the dark blue eyes that hadn't once looked away from me, and I said the only word I had left."Yes."Because I was damn tired. Not the tired of one long day, the tired that goes all the way down. I was tired of being the woman things were done to. The wife who was left. The mistress's punching line. The name a stranger planted a crime on while I slept.For two years I had been a door other people walked through and slammed. So just once, I wanted to be the one who chose.So I chose him.°°°°°°°°°°The penthouse was all glass and city light.It was high above everything. Through the big windows, the whole cit
Caspian's POV Marissa’s words reached me by noon.That is the thing about an office. It’s a machine built to carry whispers, and a whisper that good travels faster than any memo I could send. By the time it reached me it had grown legs and teeth, and three different people had heard three different versions, and every one of them ended with my name and her secret in the same breath.I didn't raise my voice. I have never once had to.I found Marissa in the small conference room on the east side, the one with no cameras, which she had chosen herself, which told me she already knew this conversation was coming and thought she was ready for it.But she wasn't ready for it."Sit," I said.She sat. She kept the small smile on her face, the one she wore like armour. "Mr. Strauss. If this is about the unfortunate business with Miss Voss, I want you to know I only have the company's interests at…""You have until the end of this sentence to stop talking," I said, "or you will not work in thi
Ana's POV "What's wrong?" I asked again.He didn't answer right away. He just looked at me, and something had changed in his face, gone guarded, the feelings from a minute ago packed away somewhere I couldn't reach."Get dressed," he said. "We have to go to the office. Now.""Caspian. Tell me.""The launch numbers leaked overnight." His voice was flat, the voice of a man holding something heavy very still. "All of it. The private figures, the strategy, everything. It's on competitor feeds. The campaign is burned."My stomach twisted. "How? Who would…""They traced the access." He held my eyes. "It came from your login, Anastasia."The room tilted."That's… that's not possible," I stuttered. "I didn't touch those files last night. I was with you. I was here. I ran from your place and I came straight home and I never logged in to anything.""I know where you were." Something flickered in his eyes when he said it. "But the records say otherwise, and right now the records are all anyone
Caspian'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
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 b
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
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







