MasukElena's Point Of View"Jaxx made me create something for you." For a moment, I didn't react. Not because I didn't hear her. But because my brain refused to process it. I just stared at her, my mouth slightly open, words trapped somewhere between my throat and my tongue. Waiting for her to laugh. To say she was joking. To take it back. But she didn't. She just stood there, arms folded, watching me like she was savoring every second of my confusion. There was a glint in her eye, the kind she got when she knew something I didn't. "Lexi…" My voice came out slower than I expected, careful and uncertain. "What did you just say?" She tilted her head slightly, as if repeating something obvious, her expression maddeningly calm. "I said Jaxx contacted me. Personally. Asked me to create something for you." I blinked. Once. Then again, trying to clear the fog from my thoughts. "What?" She laughed softly, a sound that held both amusement and something gentler underneath. "Oh, now you'r
Elena's Point Of ViewThe next morning felt… strange. Light. Too light. Like something had shifted overnight and my body hadn't caught up with it yet.I stood in front of the mirror longer than necessary, adjusting the same strand of hair three different times before finally letting out a quiet breath. My reflection stared back at me with eyes that looked both exhausted and oddly hopeful… a combination I wasn't sure how to process."You're overthinking," I muttered to my reflection.It didn't argue. Of course it didn't. Because I was overthinking everything. The papers sitting on the nightstand. Jaxx and whatever this thing between us was becoming. Freedom… that word still didn't feel real in my head, like a foreign language I'd studied but never truly spoken.Free.I pressed my lips together, then shook my head and grabbed my bag, forcing myself to move before the spiral of thoughts could drag me under again."Okay. Enough."When I stepped outside, Jaxx was already waiting. He leane
Elena's Point Of View"…is when I'm taking you," he murmured, his forehead almost touching mine, his breath warm against my lips, "with your legs wrapped around my waist." Everything in me went still. Not dramatic. Not exaggerated. Just… still. Like my brain had quietly decided to shut down for a second because it couldn't process what he had just said. The words hung in the air between us, heavy and deliberate, refusing to dissipate. I stared at him. Actually stared. My eyes searched his face for any sign he was joking, but found none. Because there was no way… No actual way, he just said that so casually, as if he'd commented on the weather rather than something that made heat crawl up my neck. My lips parted slightly, but nothing came out at first. My throat had gone dry. Then finally, "Jaxx…" My voice came out low. Almost cautious. Like I was testing whether speaking would make this moment more real or less. He didn't pull back. If anything, that smirk of his deepened just
Elena's Point Of View"How did you manage to get him to sign it?" The question hung between us, weighted with everything I couldn't bring myself to voice. Confusion wrestled with relief in my chest, while suspicion crept along the edges of both. And beneath it all, if I was being honest with myself lurked a thread of fear. Because nothing about this situation felt remotely normal. Then again, nothing about Jaxx had ever been normal. He didn't answer right away. Instead, he simply watched me, his expression maddeningly calm. Too calm, actually… like someone who had anticipated my every reaction before I'd even formed the thought. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he found my internal struggle amusing. Then he shrugged, the gesture so casual it bordered on careless. "Well… I went over and rubbed his head and he signed it." I stared at him, my face deliberately blank as I processed what he'd just said. Then my eyes narrowed into slits. "Seriously?" "Just like that,"
Elena's Point Of ViewA week had passed. Seven full days inside Jaxx's suite, and somehow I still hadn't figured out how I got stuck here. Not physically stuck. Because technically, I could leave. I had proven that much. After three days of arguing, glaring, ignoring him, then talking again like nothing happened, I'd managed to convince him to let me go to work. The negotiations had been exhausting, a constant back-and-forth that left me drained by the end of each day. That alone felt like a victory. A small one. But still. "Don't get used to it," he'd said that morning, watching me get dressed like he didn't trust the door not to disappear if I walked through it. His eyes had tracked my every movement with an intensity that made my skin prickle. "I'm not your prisoner," I'd reminded him, buttoning my shirt with deliberate slowness. "You're something worse." I paused, turning to look at him. My fingers stilled on the last button. "And what exactly is that?" He didn't answer.
Roman's Point Of View I slammed the car door harder than necessary, the sound cutting through the quiet like a final punctuation to everything that had just happened. For a second, I didn't start the engine. I just sat there. Hands resting on the steering wheel, fingers curled loosely around the worn leather. My breathing came steady, measured… a deliberate contrast to the storm I'd just walked away from. Eyes fixed ahead, I stared through the windshield, but the road before me remained a blur of unfocused shapes and shadows. My gaze drifted to the passenger seat. The file sat there, its manila surface catching the late afternoon light. Neat. Untouched. Too pristine for something that had just dragged an entire family through hell and back again. I reached over and tapped it once with my fingers, the gesture almost reverent, then leaned back into the seat. The leather creaked beneath my weight, a familiar sound that usually brought comfort. Not today. "Damn."
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







