LOGINAdrian’s POVThe tension in the office that morning felt thicker than the winter fog outside. Even before I arrived, I could sense that today wouldn’t be ordinary. Isabella had that look in her eyes the one that said she was planning something, plotting, anticipating my reaction. And now, with my parents arriving unexpectedly, I knew that the storm wasn’t just brewing it was about to hit.I parked and walked into the lobby, keeping my expression neutral. Isabella was already there, perched on the edge of my desk, reviewing some documents with a casual grace that always made my pulse tighten. She looked up as I approached, her smile sly.“Morning,” she said, her voice deceptively calm.“Morning,” I replied, sliding into my chair behind the desk. I was already aware of the dangerous game we were playing, and today, the stakes were about to rise.Before I could speak again, the office doors swung open, and in walked my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Caldwell. My father’s tailored suit and authori
Adrian’s POVThe morning sun had barely crept past the city skyline when I arrived at the office. The city hummed with its usual chaotic rhythm, but inside me, everything was tight, wired. I had barely slept Isabella’s proximity and audacity from the previous evening replayed in my mind like a looped film. Her challenge, her almost-kiss, the way she had leaned so close… it shouldn’t have affected me this much. But it did.I stepped into the lobby, straightening my jacket, trying to exude calm. Yet every instinct screamed that today would be different. Isabella was in her element as soon as she entered, exuding effortless elegance. She was early, as always, and I felt that small, familiar flare of irritation.Her eyes met mine, and the smirk that crossed her lips was a spark to a fuse I wasn’t sure I could control. She tilted her head, giving me that look that said, I know exactly what I’m doing to you.I clenched my jaw. Focus, Adrian. You’re not going to play her game not today.But
Adrian’s POVI stepped out into the hotel corridor, the echo of Isabella’s words and that almost-kiss lingering in my chest like a smoldering ember. I needed air, clarity, distance. Yet every step toward the elevator felt like I was walking further into a trap of my own making.By the time I reached the lobby, the cool night air hit my face, sharp and bracing. I took a long breath, letting it fill my lungs, trying to banish the heat that still clung to me. Isabella was dangerous. Brilliant. Infuriating. And undeniably magnetic. And now, after today, I had no illusions about what that meant.The next morning, the tension didn’t dissipate. If anything, it thickened, wrapping itself around the office like smoke. Isabella was present, polite, professional yet every glance, every subtle movement reminded me of last night’s confrontation.I was reviewing reports at my desk when she walked in, carrying a stack of documents. Her presence alone was enough to throw my focus off, and I had to fo
Adrian’s POVThe elevator doors closed behind me with a soft chime, and I let out a long breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Today had been a mess. Every meeting, every client call, every interaction with Isabella had chipped away at my composure, and now, in the quiet of the hotel corridor, I could feel the tension rising to a dangerous point.I stopped in front of her room, my hand hovering over the door, almost reluctant to knock. But I needed answers. I needed clarity. I had spent the day being both challenged and drawn to her in equal measure, and I couldn’t continue like this pretending the tension between us wasn’t a wildfire threatening to consume everything.I knocked once. Twice. On the third, the door swung open, revealing Isabella in a crisp blouse and skirt, hair slightly mussed from the day, but her posture perfect, her expression unreadable.“Adrian,” she said, a faint smile playing on her lips. “I thought you’d gone out.”“Not yet,” I said, stepping inside. The r
Adrian’s POVThe morning light filtered through the hotel curtains, casting a pale glow across the room. I was already up, reviewing the notes for the day’s presentation, though my focus kept drifting toward her Isabella. She was quiet this morning, sipping coffee by the window, eyes fixed on the bustling city below, and I could tell she was thinking. Calculating. Planning. Always planning.“Good morning,” I said, breaking the silence, leaning against the doorway with my hands in my pockets.She turned, expression polite but guarded. “Morning,” she replied, setting her cup down. “You’ve been up for hours, I see.”“I like to be prepared,” I said simply. “This presentation isn’t going to wait for either of us.”Her eyes flickered toward me, sharp and assessing. “Preparedness is one thing,” she said slowly. “But overconfidence can be dangerous. Don’t mistake preparation for infallibility.”I smirked. “Is that a warning or a challenge?”“Maybe both,” she said lightly, though the edge in h
Adrian’s POVThe flight to Milan was smooth, the hum of the engines providing a constant reminder that we were moving forward literally and figuratively into something neither of us fully understood. I watched Isabella from across the cabin, her posture perfect, her hands resting lightly on the armrest, but her eyes oh, those sharp, calculating eyes never stopping. She was evaluating, observing, always one step ahead, and I was dangerously aware of how little I could hide from her.I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, keeping my expression neutral, but inside, a storm brewed. The thrill of proximity to her, coupled with the knowledge that every glance, every word, every gesture could carry an undercurrent of tension, made the flight seem both endless and electrifying.“You’re quiet,” she said suddenly, her voice cutting through my thoughts.I turned my head, meeting her gaze. “Observing,” I replied. “This city is foreign, unfamiliar. I like to study my surroundings before d







