The sunlight cut through the curtains, sharp and unrelenting, dragging me awake. My face was stiff with dried tears, eyes swollen, heart a lead weight in my chest. Last night had been a war—one I’d fought silently, trapped between the need to confess everything and the terror of what would happen if I did. If he knew about Lily… The thought alone made my throat close. He’d want her. He’d take her. And she was already so fragile.I tried to shift away, but an arm—heavy, possessive—locked around my waist, yanking me back against a wall of heat. Dominic. As if I could ever forget the feel of him, the way his body owned the space around me even in sleep. The scent of him, whiskey and cedar and something darker, clung to my skin like a brand.“It’s morning,” I whispered, voice frayed.“So it is.” His reply was a rough scrape of sound, that fucking voice of his—dark and lazy, still thick with sleep. It curled low in my stomach, traitorous and familiar.“I have to get up.”“Do you?” His hand
Dominic’s POVMy phone buzzed just as I was about to throw it across the room.Roman. Finally.“Found her,” he said, like it was nothing. Like he was reading a sports headline. “She’s at the same hospital she was at last time.”Hospital.That one word made the breath catch in my chest. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak.Not again.“Alone?” I asked, voice clipped.“I’m not there, Dom.”I closed my eyes. “Then go. Tell me what she’s doing there.”A pause. Then a dry, unamused laugh. “What am I, her babysitter now?”I rubbed the bridge of my nose. “Roman—”“No. You wanna stalk her? Do it yourself,” he snapped. “I’m not following your girl into a hospital like some jealous ex with a burner phone. You’re the one obsessed, not me.”“You said she’s at the same hospital.”“Yeah. And?” He sounded impatient now. “You knew she was hiding something. Still is. And if you’re gonna keep pretending it doesn’t eat you alive, fine. But I’m not playing the sidekick in your personal soap opera. You want the fu
Dominic’s POVShe wasn’t answering.Three calls. No response. No message.I stared at the empty screen for a second too long before shoving the phone into my jacket pocket. My jaw clenched. Something wasn’t right. I felt it—not in that casual, overthinking way. This was instinct. Sharp and immediate.I pushed back from my desk and stood, grabbing my jacket off the back of the chair. The numbers on the report Rosa had just given me blurred in the corner of my vision. Irrelevant.I stepped out of my office just as Andrew rounded the corner, a file in hand, eyes focused on the next task.“Sir, I—”“Where’s Anna?”He blinked, thrown off by the interruption. “She’s not at her desk?”I didn’t bother answering. I walked past him, toward her workspace.Empty.Her tablet was gone. So was her bag.Something in my chest went cold.Andrew caught up beside me. “She said she had to step out. Personal matter.”I turned slowly. “When?”“Around two, I think. She told me she’d inform you herself—”“And
By the time I stepped out of the hospital, the sun had dipped low behind the buildings, setting the sky aflame in shades of coral and rust. The air had cooled, brushing against my arms like fingertips I didn’t ask for. I pulled my jacket tighter around myself as I crossed the lot, heels echoing softly against the pavement.It started again as I neared the car.That feeling.The crawl at the back of my neck. Like breath too close. Eyes on me from a direction I couldn’t find. I turned my head subtly, gaze scanning the parked cars, the shadows stretching long between them. A man in a suit. A mother lifting her toddler into a booster seat. A delivery driver.Normal. All of it.But the unease didn’t fade. It pressed tighter.I quickened my pace and waved down a taxi.It started again the moment I got in.That feeling.The crawl at the back of my neck. Like breath too close. Like someone was staring—unblinking, steady, just out of frame. I turned my head subtly, gaze scanning the sidewalks
Anna’s POVThe ping of my phone vibrated against the polished desk, drawing my attention away from Dominic’s schedule on the tablet screen. I expected a calendar update or maybe an internal message from Andrew. But instead, I saw the familiar name flashing across the screen.Nurse Ellie.A sharp jolt of anxiety fluttered in my chest as I swiped to answer. I turned my chair slightly away from the open office, angling myself toward the window as I pressed the phone to my ear.“Ellie?” My voice was low but tight. “Is everything okay?”“Hi, Ms. Rodriguez,” came her calm, practiced tone. But there was a smile behind it. “I just wanted to call with good news for once. Lily’s vitals have improved again today. Oxygen saturation is stable, her heart rate is calm, and her appetite’s picking up.”I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. My eyes shut briefly, relief washing over me like warm sunlight breaking through storm clouds. “That’s incredible,” I whispered, my voice cracking
(Dominic’s POV)She licked her lips as I pulled her upright, that same glint in her eyes—the one that said she knew she had me by the throat and she planned to keep squeezing.Not a chance in hell.I gripped her wrist, spun her effortlessly, and pressed her hands flat on the desk. My other hand swept everything else off—papers, pens, her precious legal file—like it didn’t matter. Because it didn’t.“You want to play dirty?” I said, crowding her from behind. “Let me show you what that actually looks like.”She glanced back at me, flushed, mouth parted. Still catching her breath. But I saw the way her thighs shifted, just slightly. She was wet again. Maybe still.I reached down, yanked her panties down in one motion. She gasped, stumbled forward on her toes.I caught them before they hit her heels. Brought them to my nose.Her eyes went wide. “Dominic—”I inhaled.“You smell like me,” I muttered. “And you’re going to smell like me all fucking day.”That stunned silence—that little momen