MICHEAL'S POV I watched her from across the candlelit table, the glow of the city lights brushing across her face as the boat glided smoothly along the Seine. It was finally dinner night, and everything was going according to plan.She looked so beautiful in that red silk dress that flowed behind her, her hair pinned up just enough to show the line of her neck. The river breeze teased a few loose strands, and she didn't bother to fix them.She was just…quiet.It's not the kind of quiet where someone's simply enjoys the view. No. This silence had weight to it.She smiled when I poured her wine. Thanked me softly when I fixed those strands of her hair. She wasn't cold. Just…guarded.Again.I sipped my own drink and tried not to stare too long. She was tracing the edge of her glass with one fingertip, her eyes occasionally drifting to the skyline. The city shimmered around us—lit bridges, old stone buildings, and jazz playing in the distance from the boat's live quartet. I'd arranged ev
ASHLEY'S POV “This still doesn't feel real,” I muttered as the private car rolled through the streets of Paris.Micheal smiled without looking at me. “It's very real, baby. That's the Eiffel Tower coming up.”I leaned closer to the window. “I know. I can see it. I just….wow.” My heart was doing this thing—fluttering and sinking all at once. “I haven't been back here since…”“I know,” he said quietly.I looked at him. “Do you?”His eyes flickered to mine. “I know what I did, Ash. You told me you left Paris with a broken heart after that night.”I forced a smile. “Sounds about right.”“I thought maybe you could leave this time with a better memory.”The car stopped in front of a historic hotel with iron balconies and golden lanterns. A doorman opened the door with a “Bienvenue, Monsieur,” but I barely heard it. My stomach was tight. My palms were sweating.Micheal held out his hand. “Come on.”I hesitated. His voice softened. “Ash..”I placed my hand in his. “Okay.”Inside the hotel w
MICHEAL'S POV I had my face glued to the screen when Ashley walked into my office, wearing nothing but one of my shirts that was barely buttoned. Her long legs bare, hair tousled from our earlier nap. I glanced at her, and my heart skipped, but my fingers stayed glued to the keyboard. There were contracts, numbers, deadlines…so much work I couldn't afford to postpone.She curled up on my lap like a kitten, her hands tracing slow circles on my chest. “You miss me?” She whispered, lips brushing my jaw.I smiled but didn't look away from the screen.“Always, baby. Just give me five more minutes.”She pouted, shifting to straddle me. Her hands wandered around my body, lips grazing my neck, teasing me softly. “But you've said that five times already.” She whined.I groaned, gripping her waist to keep her still.“Ashley,…baby I need to work.”So I did just that, and I continued working.She tried everything—little kisses, running her fingers beneath my shirt, resting her head on my shoulde
AUSTIN’S POV I didn't move for a long time after she left.Just sat there on the edge of the couch, staring at the front door like it might swing open again. Like she might walk back in and say she didn't mean any of it. That it was just the heat of the moment. That she was confused. That she still needed me.But she didn't.The key still sat on the kitchen counter.To me, it wasn't just a key. It was a damn symbol of everything we'd been through. Everything I'd been for her. The friend. The rock. The one she cried to at 2.am. The one who held her hair when she drank too much. The one who stayed up all night with her when she thought she'd broken beyond repair.And yeah, somewhere along the way, I let myself hope.Hope that one day she'd look at me and realize I was the one who'd always been there. Maybe, maybe, just maybe, I could be more than the safe choice.But what happened today made it clear. I was never a choice.I was just…there.I stood up slowly, ran a hand through my hair
ASHLEY'S POV The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the pounding behind them—a dull, nauseating ache that made everyone feel too blurry, too loud. My mouth was dry. My body felt sore in ways I couldn't explain. And the pillow under my head…it didn't smell like mine.It smelled manly….like Micheal.I sat up too fast and regret punched me square in the gut. My stomach churned, and with it came a rush of memories. The lounge. Clara’s smug face, the yelling, and me grabbing the drink from the table. Then everything got blurry. My body had felt…off. It felt warm, too needy. I remembered Michael’s arms around me. His voice telling me to hold on.And then nothing.I glanced around.This wasn't my room. It was his. We were back at his penthouse. My heart twisted painfully in my chest when I remembered how we were at the moment.The door creaked open, and Micheal stepped inside. Dressed in Grey t-shirt, black sweatpants, hair still damp like he'd just showered— but his face? Co
MICHEAL'S POV I didn't plan to see Clara. Hell, I didn't even want to open the damn message when it came in. But I did. Big mistake.Clara: Hey, we should catch up before I leave New York. Drinks?”I stared at the screen for a long time, thumb frozen over the keyboard, my jaw tight.Ashley’s face kept flashing in my mind—her tears, the kiss, the guilt in her voice when she tried to explain. I hated it. I hated what she did. But worse than that… I hated how much I still loved her. Because loving her right now hurts more than anything else.So I did what I always do when things spiral—I buried myself in work.I stayed locked in my office, surrounded by files, numbers, and reports…anything that could dull the ache in my heart. I pretend as if nothing happened. Pretend like she doesn't matter. And for a while, it worked.Jayden popped in mid-afternoon, tossing a folder on my desk.“The company's 10th anniversary is in two weeks,” he said, “we need to finalize the details.”I nodded, fli