LOGINFAMILY DINNER ROMAN'S POVI didn’t go to the office.For the first time since acquiring DANS, I worked from the penthouse all day. The city stretched out beneath me through floor-to-ceiling windows, but I barely saw it. My focus kept drifting back to last night. Noelle stepping away from me on the sidewalk, the fear in her eyes, the way her voice cracked when she asked me to leave her alone.“I need space, Roman. Real space.”So I gave it to her.Even if every instinct in me screamed to drive back to her building, knock on her door, and remind her how perfectly she fit against me. Even if my bruised knuckles still ached from where they connected with Derek’s jaw.I spent the morning on conference calls and the afternoon buried in documents for the Hawthorne charity gala. Every proposal I reviewed had Noelle’s touch on it. Her clean handwriting in the margins, her thoughtful notes. It was torture.By 4 p.m., I accepted the truth: I was avoiding the office because I didn’t trust myself
TWO DAYS LATENOELLE'S POVThe morning started like any other.I woke up to my alarm buzzing, sunlight filtering through the curtains, and the familiar ache of exhaustion clinging to my bones. I stretched, checked my phone, and went through my usual routine. Shower, coffee, outfit selection (today: soft beige blouse and wide-leg trousers), and a quick look in the mirror.It wasn’t until I was brushing my teeth that something small nagged at the back of my mind.I paused, toothbrush still in my mouth.When was my last period?I did the mental math while staring at my reflection.Two days late.Just two days.Nothing dramatic. Nothing worth panicking over. Stress could do that. The constant tension at work, Derek’s drama, Roman’s intensity… my body had every right to be confused. I rinsed my mouth and shook the thought away.It was probably nothing.I arrived at DANS earlier than usual, determined to stay focused. Today’s plan was simple: avoid Roman at all costs. After yesterday’s blow
SPACE AND SILENCENOELLE'S POVI didn’t look back.The heavy glass door of my apartment building clicked shut behind me with a sound that echoed in my chest. I pressed my back against the cool wall in the dimly lit lobby, trying to steady my breathing. My legs felt weak, like they might give out at any second. The image of Roman’s bruised knuckles kept flashing in my mind, the raw power in his movements when he slammed Derek against the car, the ice-cold warning in his voice, the absolute certainty that he would destroy anything that tried to hurt me.It should have scared me more than it did.But the scariest part wasn’t the violence. It was how safe I had felt standing behind him. How wanted. How seen.I hated myself for that.Milo’s distant, demanding meow floated down from upstairs, pulling me back to reality. I forced myself to move, gripping the handrail as I climbed the stairs on shaky legs. Each step felt heavier than the last.Bria must have heard me coming because she opene
BLOOD ON THE PAVEMENT.ROMAN'S POVMy lips were a breath away from hers.Noelle’s eyes were half-closed, her breath trembling against my mouth. After weeks of restraint, after watching her run from me again and again, she was finally leaning in. Finally giving me what I’d been starving for.Then that fucking knock shattered everything.I pulled back sharply, every muscle in my body going rigid. Noelle’s eyes flew open in panic. I turned my head slowly toward the window.Derek.Of course it was Derek.He stood on the sidewalk with that smug, poisonous smile plastered on his face, knuckles still raised like he’d enjoyed interrupting us.I felt the rage rise hot and fast in my chest, but I kept my expression cold. Controlled. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me lose it in front of her.“Stay in the car,” I told Noelle quietly.“Roman—” she started, voice shaky.I was already opening the door and stepping out.The moment my feet hit the pavement, Derek laughed. Low an
ALMOSTNOELLE'S POVThe charity gala client arrived the next evening, and with him came another layer of unavoidable proximity to Roman.Mr. Elias Hawthorne was a silver-haired philanthropist in his late fifties with more money than most small countries and the kind of calm authority that made people listen. He wanted something elegant but impactful for his annual foundation gala. Raising funds for children’s hospitals. High profile. High pressure. High visibility.Of course he wanted DANS to handle it.And of course Roman insisted I lead the project personally.We sat in the main conference room. Me, Roman, and two of my senior coordinators, going through initial concepts. Mr. Hawthorne listened attentively, nodding at my mood board and timeline suggestions. But I felt Roman’s eyes on me the entire time. Heavy and unrelenting.“Miss Carter has excellent taste,” Roman said smoothly when I finished presenting. “She’ll personally oversee every detail. You’ll be in very capable hands.”T
THE RIDE HOMENOELLE'S POVMonday morning came too fast.I stood in front of my bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection while Milo rubbed against my legs, demanding breakfast. My eyes had faint shadows under them despite the concealer. The gown from Saturday night was hanging on the back of my door like a reminder of everything I had run from.I dressed carefully, a cream silk blouse tucked into high-waisted black trousers. Professional. Safe. Nothing that would remind me of how Roman’s eyes had darkened when he saw me in that blue dress.Bria was already in my kitchen making coffee when I walked out.“You look like you barely slept,” she said, sliding a mug toward me. Milo jumped onto the counter and meowed loudly for attention.“I didn’t.” I took the coffee but only sipped a little. “Between the dance, Roman’s messages, and worrying about your dramatic cat… my brain wouldn’t shut off.”Bria gave me a knowing look. “Are you going to reply to him today?”I shrugged. “What would I e
CONTROLROMAN'S POVI closed the door behind me with a soft click and stood in the dimly lit hallway for a moment, adjusting my cufflinks like nothing had happened. Like I hadn’t just fucked Noelle Carter over her desk until she came twice with my name breaking on her lips.My cock was still half-h
LATE NIGHTS AND LONGER SILENCENOELLE'S POVThe days blurred into a haze of careful distance and unspoken heat.By the third week under Roman’s ownership, I had perfected the art of existing in the same building as him without falling apart. I timed my arrivals. I scheduled meetings when I knew he’
TIGHTROPENOELLE'S POVThe tension didn’t break. It thickened.By the second week of Roman’s ownership, working at DANS felt like walking a tightrope over open flames. Every day was the same delicate dance: professional on the surface, electric underneath.I arrived earlier than usual on Monday, ho
PROFESSIONAL POISONNOELLE'S POVThe morning after the desk incident felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wake up from.I stood in front of my bathroom mirror applying concealer to the faint bruise on my neck, my fingers slightly unsteady. The mark wasn’t dark, but it was there. A quiet reminder of R







