LOGIN~ Avelyn ~ The next thing I knew my back was against the wall of the suite. Xanderās pressure against me was immediate and total, his lips claiming mine with the kind of certainty that left no room for hesitation, not that I had any. His mouth moved like heād been thinking about this through every course of that dinner, every loaded glance, every second of that insufferable composure heād worn like a weapon all evening.I kissed him back with everything I had. Not that I had much of anything right now. I couldnāt with his scent knocking out my reasoning. His hands found my waist and wrapped it, found my jaw and gripped it, found my hair and filled his palm with a fistful. He was moving like he couldnāt decide where to settle and had chosen everywhere simultaneously and I felt the wall solid behind me and him solid in front of me and the combination of both was making it very difficult to remember that I was a person with thoughts.āXanderāāāDonāt.ā His voice was low against my mou
~ Avelyn ~I stared at the sky. At the ring. At him. Xander Sterling on one knee with an expression that had shed every layer of composure and was simply, entirely open in a way I had never seen from him before and might never see again.āI know what weāve been,ā he said, quietly. āI know what I was. What I put you through.ā His eyes didnāt leave mine. āIām not asking you to forget it. Iām asking you to let me spend the rest of my life making it right.ā A breath. āYou and Ciara. Thatās all I want. Thatās everything.āThe city hummed below us. The drones held their formation. The candles moved in some invisible current of air.I nodded.I was aware I was nodding with a frequency and enthusiasm that was not entirely dignified but I could not locate my words so nodding was what was available to me and I committed to it fully.Something moved across his face. Relief, maybe, or the particular expression of a man whoād been holding his breath for longer than heād admitted to himself. He too
~ Avelyn ~I didnāt know what Xander was planning this time. But I knew it was deliberate on his part. Iād asked twice and received the same response both time. A look that communicated that the question had been heard and would not be answered so Iād stopped asking and spent the better part of the week in a state of low-grade anticipation that I refused to call nerves.It was nerves.The women arrived at four.Three of them, professional and efficient, with more equipment than I owned in my entire bathroom. They set up in my bedroom with the quiet competence of people who did this regularly and knew better than to ask unnecessary questions, and then they got to work.I sat in the chair theyād positioned by the window and let them.That was the strangest part. Normally Iād have something to say, some observation, some deflection, something to fill the space. But I sat quietly while hands moved through my hair and someone else opened a case of jewellery and a third laid out a dress o
~ Avelyn ~Shopping with Xander was an experience I was wholly unprepared for.It wasnāt that he was difficult. It was that he was thorough. Every aisle, every option, considered with the same focused attention heād given Ciara an hour ago. He picked things up, examined them, made decisions with the quiet efficiency of a man who was accustomed to being right.He also kept putting things in the cart that I hadnāt asked for and then moving on before I could object, which was a technique I recognised and deeply resented.āShe doesnāt need that,ā I said, for approximately the fifth time.āShe might.āāSheās not going to need a cashmere blanket, Xander.āāYou donāt know that.ā He defendedāSheās going to spit up on it within forty minutes ofāāāThen weāll get another one.ā He placed it in the cart and moved on and I stood there for a second before following, because that was the only available option.But there were also moments, small ones ā where heād stop and hold something up and lo
~ Avelyn ~I heard the cars before I saw them.That should have been my first warning.Iād just picked Ciara up from daycare, a decision I was still adjusting to, the particular guilt of leaving a seven month old with strangers because her mother had been spending her mornings standing outside a billionaireās gate like a woman with nothing better to do and weād barely been home twenty minutes when I heard the sound of multiple engines pulling onto my street.I went to the window.There were three black cars parked outside my house. And emerging from them, with the kind of coordinated efficiency that suggested military training or very generous tips, were men in suits carrying roses.Not a bouquet.Roses, plural. Dozens of them. Stem after stem after stem, deep red and perfect, filling my small front path like a garden had relocated itself overnight.I stood at the window with Ciara on my hip and watched and said nothing for a long moment.Of course. Of course he did.Xander stepped ou
ā Xander āShe was still here.Iād told her to wait for the rain. A practical reason. Temporary. The kind of thing that meant nothing and I needed it to mean nothing, so I stepped back from the door and from her and put the appropriate distance between us and became myself again.āWait for it to pass.ā I kept my back to her. Easier that way. āThen go.ā A pause. āDonāt come back to the house. Donāt send letters to the gate. Donāt stop by the office.āSilence.I had expected argument. That was Avelynās native language with me, push, parry, challenge. What I hadnāt expected was the quality of the silence she gave me instead. Heavy and considering.āThatās it.ā Her voice was quiet. Almost to herself.āYes.āāA week.ā I could hear her moving, not toward the door, toward me. āA whole week and thatās what you give me. A list of instructions and a wait for the rain.āāItās straightforward enough.āāItās nothing.ā The word came out with more force than the ones before it. āYou know what you
~ Avelyn ~For a second I honestly thought my knees were going to give out. My brain kept trying to rearrange her words into something less horrific, something that didnāt make me feel like Iād been walking around stupid and blind this entire time. Xander set up Kyle? Ari? The club? The dancer? My
~ Avelyn ~But I knew one thingā¦āWhat youāre asking,ā I said slowly, my voice dry, āis too much, Kyle.āHis face shifted instantly into an expression that wasnāt anger or shock, it was pain. The kind that looks earned. He dragged a hand down his face like he was bracing himself for impact.āI kno
~ Avelyn ~I was still standing over the pile of dollar bills when the guards appeared, two shadows blocking the backstage light.āMaster Xander requests your presence.āThe usual routine would have followed when one of them grip my arm, the other guiding me or rather dragging me wherever Xander wa
Kyleās face is the first thing my brain registered. Not his body, not the room, not Arianaās silhouette behind him.Just his face.Those eyes that used to look at me like I was someone worth knowing were now wide and terrified, like Iām the intruder in my own nightmare.My hand is still curled arou







