로그인Elena’s POVThat night, I didn’t see Julian.After Nora read the message out loud, she waited for me to react, to scream or panic or overthink out loud.But I didn’t, I just stared at my phone, waiting.Minutes passed, then an hour, nothing.No follow-up message, no explanation.By the time Nora finally left, promising to text me when she get home, the apartment felt too quiet.I went to bed immediately, I lay on my bed fully dressed, my phone resting on my chest, my eyes fixed on the ceiling.So this is what it feels like, I thought.Waiting.I told myself not to cry, I told myself this was what I agreed to, an affair, stolen moments, silence when it suited him.Still, the ache spread slowly in my chest, deep and heavy.I picked up my phone from my chest, looked at the screen, no message then I turned the phone face down and place it on the bed, if I kept staring at it, I would break.Eventually, exhaustion pulled me under.The next morning, I woke up feeling hollow.I moved through
Elena’s POV“ I want an affair with you.”For a long moment, the room stayed silent after Julian uttered the words.Not a relationship. An affair.My heart should have broken. But the truth was, I was already falling for him, and walking away felt impossible.I swallowed hard. “Okay,” I whispered. “I’ll stay.”His shoulders dropped, almost like he had been holding his breath.He stepped closer, his fingers brushing my cheek so gently it made my throat tighten.“Elena…” he whispered.Then he kissed me, slow at first, then deeper, harder.I knew it was wrong but every part of me leaned into him anyway.And I stayed.The next morning in the meeting, we acted like nothing happened.At least he tried to.Inside the conference room, Julian was cold, focused, sharp, back to the billionaire CEO everyone feared.But every time I shifted in my seat beside him, his eyes flicked to me, his hand brushed my knee by accident, or his eyes lingered too long on my mouth when I talkOnce, our fingers
Elena's PovThe next few days pass slowly, each one filled with nervous energy and silent tension.Every morning, Julian’s eyes find me. Every afternoon, he calls me into his office for files, meetings, or tiny questions he absolutely didn’t need to ask me in person.But he keeps his distance, cold, professional and untouchable.Except his eyes, they betray him every time.Three days later, he calls me into his office againMy stomach drops, i grab my notebook, smooth my skirt, and walk inside.He doesn’t look up, He’s flipping through a file, his jaw tight, his sleeves rolled, his hair slightly messed up like he’s been running his hands through it.Finally, he speaks without looking up from the file he was going through.“Cancel all my appointments for Thursday and Friday. I’m flying to Los Angeles for a meeting.”I nod quickly. “Of course. I’ll take care of it.”He lists a few more things, send emails, print documents, call the client’s secretary. Not once does he mention me coming
Elena’s POVMy alarm rings, but I’m already awake.My stomach is tied in tight, shaking knots, and my heart keeps beating too fast for no reason. Today feels heavy, I don’t know if this plan of Nora’s is crazy or brilliant. Maybe both.I push the blanket off and swing my legs out of bed, the air is cold against my skin, and I rub my arms, stretch slowly, feeling every stiff muscle from yesterday.“Just breathe,” I whisper.I stand, drag myself to the bathroom, and splash cold water on my face. I brush my teeth, wash my face again, and tie my hair up into a messy bunMy stomach growls as I step into the kitchen.I toast a piece of bread, spread butter on it, and eat it while leaning against the kitchen counter, staring at nothing. When I finish eating, I take a long shower, letting the hot water hit my neck and shoulders, letting it calm me, letting it burn away the nerves even just a little.Then I go to the shopping bags Nora bought.The silky blouse, the fitted skirt, the heels.“
By the time I step out of the bus, my legs feel like they’re made of sand.The cold evening air bites at my cheeks, and every part of me aches from the long, messy day. I miss having a car, I miss the quiet, private space it gave me but that was before Ethan. Before everything fell apart.I climb the stairs to my apartment, digging through my bag for my keys as I go, I finally find the key when I got to my door and slide it into the lock and freeze.The door… it is already unlocked.My heart lurches, my fingers tighten around the key, someone broke into my apartment.For a split second, my instincts scream call the police, but another part of me, tired, frustrated, angry at life wants to storm in and catch whoever dared to touch my space.I push the door open slowly, my breath stuck in my throat.Then I stop.Shopping bags, everywhere, neatly placed on the floor of my living room.“What the...”I step inside cautiously, closing the door behind me, my eyes dart over the bags, they look
Elena POV I barely sleep.Every time I close my eyes, I see the bar, I see julian’s face.The way he stood at my table like he owned the ground beneath us, the way he said my name, low and demanding, the way I turned him down.My heart jumps every time I remember it, a mix of pride and fear.Because I something in my mind tells me Julian Stone isn’t the type of man who forgets things easily.Especially not defiance.Especially not mine.When my alarm rings, I sit on my bed for a long moment, my hands pressed to my face.“Just survive today,” I whisper to myself.I get dressed, fix my hair, and go to work like I didn’t challenge a man who could destroy me with a sentence.At work, the lobby feels colder this morning.Maybe it’s me.Maybe it’s the dread crawling up my spine.When I take the elevator to the last floor, my palms are already sweating.I reach my desk and sit down carefully, placing my bag beside me.His office door is closed.Good.Maybe he’s not in yet.I turn on my comp







