LOGINCharlotte "You saved me.""I should have been there sooner. Should have gone with you. Should have...""Stop." I reach over with my free hand and take his. "You couldn't have known. Kevin is insane. Desperate. He dressed as a server just to get close to me."I lean my head on his shoulder, exhausted. "I just want this to be over. The trial, Kevin, all of it.""Soon. It'll be over soon." He presses a kiss to the top of my head. "And then he'll rot in prison for the rest of his life."We sit like that for a long time, the ice pack slowly melting against my throat, Rhys's blood drying on his knuckles.Eventually, he helps me change into pajamas and tucks me into bed like I'm something precious and breakable."Get some sleep," he murmurs. "I'll be right here.""You should clean your hands. They're going to get infected.""In a minute. Right now, I just need to make sure you're okay."I drift off to the sound of his breathing, steady and sure beside me.------------------The next morning
Charlotte Blood sprays across the white wall, across Rhys's shirt, across his knuckles.Kevin tries to fight back, throwing a wild punch that Rhys dodges easily. Another punch to Kevin's stomach. Kevin doubles over, gasping."Rhys..." I try to speak, but my voice comes out as a hoarse whisper.He doesn't hear me. Or maybe he does and doesn't care. He grabs Kevin by the collar and slams him against the wall again, his fist connecting with Kevin's face with a sickening crunch.Kevin's nose breaks. Blood pours down his face."You touched her!" Each word is punctuated by another hit. "You put your hands on her! You tried to kill her!"Kevin tries to stand, tries to push Rhys away, but his legs give out. He slumps against the wall, sliding down to the floor, leaving a smear of blood on the pristine white paint."Rhys, stop!" I finally manage to get the words out, my throat burning. "Please!"But he's not listening. He hauls Kevin up by his shirt and hits him again. Kevin's head snaps back
RhysWe settle into our seats, and a waiter appears immediately with menus and wine recommendations. Marcus orders a bottle of something expensive without looking at the list."So," James says, turning his attention to me. "Let's talk about Singapore."And just like that, we're off. James launches into a detailed analysis of the deal, the potential returns, the risks involved. Charlotte listens politely, occasionally asking a surprisingly astute question that makes James pause and reconsider his points.I'm impressed. She's clearly been paying attention to my work, absorbing information even when I thought she wasn't listening.Our appetizers arrive, some sort of seafood thing that probably has a French name I can't pronounce, and James finally shifts topics."How long have you two been together?" he asks."Almost a year now," I say."Serious?""Very.""Good. Stability is important. Investors like to see that." He takes a sip of wine. "What do you do, Charlotte?""I'm... between thing
Rhys"Because I didn't want to burden you with work problems when you're already dealing with so much. The trial is in two weeks, Charlotte. You don't need to be worrying about my company issues on top of everything else."She studies my face for a long moment, and I force myself to hold her gaze. To look as honest and open as possible."Okay," she says finally. "But Rhys? Next time, just tell me. Even if it's work stress. Even if you think I can't handle it. I'd rather know what's bothering you than have you shut me out.""I know. I'm sorry." I pull her into my arms. "I promise I'll do better."She relaxes against me, but I can still feel the tension in her shoulders. Like she wants to believe me but isn't quite convinced.My phone buzzes again in my pocket, and I feel her stiffen."That's probably Joan," I say quickly. "Following up on the investor situation. I'll call him back later.""You should probably take it. If it's about the investors...""It can wait. Right now, I just want
RhysFor a moment, she just stands there, studying me. Then she smiles, not embarrassed, not apologetic. Almost... satisfied."Okay. I'll go." She walks to the door, then pauses with her hand on the handle. "But Rhys? This conversation isn't over. I know you felt it. The spark. You're just too loyal to admit it right now.""There is no spark. I love Charlotte. That's not going to change.""We'll see." She opens the door. "I'll be in touch about the evidence. Try not to think about me too much."She leaves, closing the door softly behind her.I stand there for a long moment, my heart pounding, my hands clenched into fists.What the hell just happened?Maybe Elena was just... confused. Misreading the situation. Projecting her attraction onto me because we're working so closely together.Or maybe she's testing me. Seeing if I'm trustworthy.Either way, I shut it down. Made it clear I'm not interested and never will be.That should be the end of it.I pull out my phone to call David, tryi
RhysThe next morning, I'm running late. Charlotte and I overslept, unsurprisingly, given how late we stayed up last night,.and now I'm rushing to get out the door for my nine AM meeting."I'm sorry," I say, kissing Charlotte goodbye at the door. "I hate leaving in a rush like this.""It's fine. Go. You're already late." She straightens my tie with a smile. "I'll see you tonight.""Tonight. I'll try to be home by six.""Try to be home by seven. That way when you're actually home by six-thirty, I'll be impressed.""Smart woman." I kiss her once more and head out.The drive to Vertico is mercifully quick, light traffic for once. I pull into the parking garage and grab my briefcase, already mentally preparing for the investor meeting.I'm halfway to the elevator when I hear heels clicking on the concrete behind me."Rhys!"I turn to see Elena emerging from a sleek black car, waving."Elena. What are you doing here?""I had a meeting nearby and thought I'd stop by to see if David had any







