Her hand was damp with sweat, hovering over the doorknob. She exhaled, wiped it against her thigh, then grabbed the metal and turned slowly.“Morning, sweetie,” Rosetta’s warm eyes locked on hers. “How’re you feeling?”As dam of relief flooded through Niya’s chest, and her shoulders dropped but her body still vibrated with nerves. “Oh. Um… better. I think.” “You look flushed,” Rosetta gave a soft chuckle, stepping back a little to give her space. “Did you sleep okay?”“Uh –” Niya's fingers caressed the back of her neck. “Y-yeah. I mean… I did. Sort of.”It wasn’t exactly a lie.“Well, I owe you an apology,” a little guilt threaded into Rosetta's tone. “I should’ve told you I don’t stay on property overnight. I didn’t mean to surprise you.”“It’s okay,” Niya brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. “I figured it out. Eventually.”“Well, I’m here now,” she offered, “and I’ve got a proper breakfast going downstairs. If you’re up for it, I’d love to have you join me. Or, if you’d rather t
She sat up slowly, one hand bracing her temple. Pressure pulsed behind her eyes, and her throat felt lined with dust. The alcohol had done its job even if she only managed a few sips, it had dragged her into a blackout heavier than the sleep she so desperately needed. But how did she end up back here?Her arms stretched above her head, shaking out sleep, a wide yawn pushing through cracked lips. And then –She looked down.A shriek tore out of her mouth before she could stop it as she bolted upright, heartbeat leaping into her throat.Who touched her?Her hands moved restlessly over the shirt, then around her body, as if she’d find fingerprints lingering on her skin.Had Rosetta come in during the night? But DeMarco said she didn’t sleep here. Maybe she came in early. Maybe she thought Niya had passed out and wanted to help, maybe it wasn't meant to be invasive. Maybe Niya had changed hersel half-drunk and not fully conscious. But then where did the shirt come from?It hung loose ar
“What?” Her voice barely made it past her lips. “How many women has he dated for those comments to come out so easily?”She didn’t expect an answer, certainly not from Silas, whose silence stretched so long it began to feel intentional. The engine purred and the tires hummed against the road, but nothing about the drive felt alive. He hadn’t looked at her once. Not even a twitch of concern. Just two hands gripping the wheel like he was driving himself home and she was some vague presence the wind forgot to blow away from his passenger seat.It wasn’t new. The erasure. But it still stung.Everything about tonight had carved her open in ways no one in that room cared to notice. Not even the man who had, only hours before, for the first time stood close enough for her to smell the faint cinnamon of his drink, who had treated to her like she was his equal, who had pulled her away when the fire got too close, and then dropped her right back into the silence with not so much as a nod of ackn
His mood was already wrecked. He’d been holding it down all damn second with white knuckles and grit teeth. “Are you lost?” his voice boomed when his eyes met Celine, announcing him without even trying. The sight of Celine tugged behind his eyes.Silas bowed without turning, and Niya felt his hold loosen a notch. She exhaled softly, unsure if it was of relief or something she couldn't name.“No. Just surprised to see how far your taste has fallen.” Celine flipped her hair.Wrong answer.The slouch in his posture went rigid. The relaxed curve of his head leveled, and those icy unreadable pools of his eyes darkened.“You don’t get to speak like that in front of me,” his jaw clenched so hard the skin stretched over bone. “I won't repeat myself.”“Relax,” she smiled, unfazed. “Your face is on every goddamn screen. It wasn’t hard.” She started towards him. “I was curious.”“And what?” his lips quirked up. “I’m supposed to thank you for the entertainment?”“You missed my father’s fundraise
“You don’t even belong in here. I’ve seen girls like you. Wannabes. Strays. Always hoping some powerful man will mistake pity for love,” Celine tilted her head, amusement curling at the corners of her lips like a venomous smile. “But men like Raphael don’t keep – they use, then toss and you’re a passing interest. A placeholder.”She smoothed down the front of her dress like nothing had happen, her manicured finger swirled in the air like she was tracing something invisible and hideous. “I wouldn’t even have to try,” she continued. “You don’t exist in these circles, but I could make damn sure they remember your face. You’ll be the sad little charity girl who clung to a man who never once claimed her. That’s the story they’ll spread and it’ll stick.”Niya didn’t speak. She couldn’t because her throat burned like she’d swallowed fire, and her body felt tight, like a violin string stretched past its tuning. Her hands twitched at her sides, but she still hasn't moved. Not when she wanted
She reached out and plucked a handful of popcorn from Niya’s tub without never breaking eye contact. She sniffed it and her face scrunched up.“I heard about you,” she said through her nose. “You’re the reason he missed my father's fundraiser. Do you know how many families had to re-strategize because Raphael didn’t show up to sign a single paper?”Niya had no idea what she was talking about, but her tone was somewhere between arrogant debutante and back-alley menace which was trashy in the worst way. And it grated on Niya’s nerves.“You sound very concerned about business,” Niya sighed loudly. “Are you his accountant, or just another bitter ex waiting on closure?”Celine’s eyes flashed as she leaned forward, her lips lifting up. “I’m someone who knows him better than you ever will. You think because of some low-level shopping and movie date makes you matter? He’ll forget your name before the credits roll.”She dropped the popcorn back but into Niya’s lap and dusted her hands like she