MasukElena's Point Of ViewI sat there, frozen on his lap for a heartbeat too long, my brain feeling like it had been scrambled and then fried in the heat of that kiss. The driver's words were still echoing around the cabin, and I was trying to reconcile that information with the fact that my lipstick was smeared and my soul had practically left my body. My pulse hammered in my ears, a frantic rhythm that matched the chaos in my chest. "We are going to my grandfather's birthday party, Elena," Jaxx said, his voice returning to that smooth, effortless baritone that made it sound like we hadn't just been trying to consume each other moments ago. "What else would we be doing at an airport?" The casual tone of his question made my head spin even more. I scrambled off his lap, smoothing the silk of my dress with hands that refused to stop shaking. My fingers trembled against the delicate fabric, betraying every ounce of composure I was trying to maintain. "But... I thought we would use a car!
Elena's Point Of ViewI stared at him, my heart hammering a frantic, irregular rhythm against my ribs that had absolutely nothing to do with the car's motion and everything to do with the heavy, dark promise burning in his eyes. I blinked, my brain momentarily stalling as I processed what he'd just said."What?!" I managed to gasp out, my voice sounding far thinner than I liked. Heat crept up my neck, and I could feel the flush spreading across my cheeks.Jaxx didn't even look away. His gaze remained fixed on my mouth with a focus that felt borderline illegal, as if he were memorizing every curve, every detail. "You heard me, Bambina. You wanted to talk about debts. I'm giving you a way to settle the ledger."A sudden, sharp spike of self-consciousness shot through me, and I darted my eyes toward the rearview mirror. The driver… God bless his soul, was a picture of professional stoicism, his hands steady on the wheel and his eyes glued to the Lagos traffic as if we weren't even there
Elena's Point Of View I stared at him, my mouth hanging open just enough to betray my shock. I blinked once, then twice, the gears in my head grinding against each other as I struggled to process what he'd just said. Surely I'd misheard him. Surely this was some elaborate joke. "What?!" The word finally burst from me, sharp and high-pitched, echoing in the plush, silent interior of the car. "It's today? Like, today today?" Jaxx leaned back further into the dark leather, looking like he owned not just the car but the very air I breathed. He nodded slowly, that heavy, deliberate tilt of his head that made me feel like I was the only person in the world worthy of his attention. His eyes never left mine, pinning me in place with their intensity. "Yes, Bambina," he said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "Today." For a second, I simply stared at him as if he'd suddenly sprouted horns or begun speaking in tongues. The sheer audacity of this man. My chest tightened with a confu
Elena's Point Of ViewI felt the air leave my lungs in a sharp, jagged wheeze. My heart wasn't just beating; it was slamming against the cage of my ribs like a frantic bird. The heat crawling up my neck burned so intensely I was certain the diamonds around my throat would start glowing. I gasped, my eyes stretching wide as I stared at him… this utterly, completely, terrifyingly shameless man, in a state of pure, unadulterated shock. How could he do this to me? How could he make me feel so exposed, so vulnerable, so completely undone? "Are you actually insane, Jaxx?" The words finally tumbled out, sounding high-pitched even to my own ears. I didn't even recognize my own voice; it was thin, shaky, lacking every ounce of the "cool, independent woman" persona I'd been trying to project all morning. So much for maintaining my composure. Jaxx didn't even flinch. If anything, that dark, wicked shimmer in his eyes only grew more concentrated, swirling like a storm waiting for the right mom
Elena's Point Of ViewThe air in the dressing room hummed with an electric charge. I stood frozen, staring at the stranger reflected in the mirror… a woman I barely recognized. My fingers trembled against the silk of the skirt when a shrill phone ring shattered the silence. Lexi's phone. She lunged for it, snatching the device off the table. Her eyes flicked to me for a heartbeat before she pressed it to her ear. "Yeah? He's here?" The words tumbled out in that hushed, conspiratorial tone she reserved for her schemes. A few more whispered exchanges followed—"Just give us a minute, keep him busy"—before she snapped the phone shut with a decisive click. She turned to face me, and a slow, dangerous grin spread across her features like wildfire. "There's someone waiting for you, Lena." My stomach executed a slow, sickening somersault. A wave of panic crashed over me. "Who? Lexi, if this is some kind of setup—" "Oh, just shut up and walk," she cut me off, punctuating her words with a w
Elena's Point Of View"Twenty million dollars." For a second, I didn't hear anything after that. The number echoed in my head like something unreal, like she'd just told a joke and forgotten to laugh. My mind went blank, unable to process what she'd actually said. And before I even realized what I was doing… I choked. The juice in my mouth went down the wrong way, and I coughed hard, turning my head as I struggled to breathe. My eyes watered from the effort. "God… Elena!" Lexi rushed forward, grabbing a napkin. "Are you okay?" I waved her off, still coughing, my throat burning. "Twenty… what?!" My voice cracked halfway through, and I stared at her like she'd completely lost her mind. This had to be some kind of mistake. A misplaced decimal point. Something. She didn't even look guilty. Didn't even blink. "Twenty million dollars, baby," she repeated calmly. I stared at her, searching her face for any sign she was joking. "No." She nodded, completely serious. "Yes." "No, th
Graham’s Point Of ViewThe phone stayed in my hand long after the screen dimmed.Tick… Tock.The words echoed in my head like a hammer striking metal… slow, deliberate, impossible to ignore. I read them again. And again. As if repetition would change their meaning, soften their edge, reveal some hi
Elena’s Point Of ViewHis words hit me like a physical blow.“I refuse for that to happen again.”I froze.My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat, my heart suddenly pounding so hard I could feel it in my ears. My hands were still looped around his neck, but they’d gone rigid, my fingers s
Two days.That was how long I had been inside Jaxx’s suite.Two whole days.If someone had told me that a week ago, I would have laughed straight in their face and asked them what kind of nonsense they were smoking.Yet here I was.Still here.Still breathing the same air as him.Still walking arou
Lillian’s Point Of View“I hate youuuuu!”My scream tore through the underground garage and bounced back at me from every concrete wall.The echo came back louder. Ugly. Broken. I didn’t care. I didn’t care how I looked. Didn’t care if someone heard me. Didn’t care if security cameras were pointed







