LOGINJaxx's Point Of ViewI cruised through the silver gates of the estate, the Mercedes engine humming a low, satisfied purr beneath my hands. Sunlight struck the dashboard at just the right angle, casting a warm glow across the interior. For the first time in roughly three years, the persistent knot of tension between my shoulder blades had actually loosened. I leaned back against the leather seat, an involuntary smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. "She's so damn cute," I muttered to the empty car, shaking my head at the windshield. The words hung in the air, and I almost laughed at myself for saying them out loud. My mind kept circling back to the doorway of the condo, replaying the scene like a film reel I couldn't stop. I could still see her standing there with perfect clarity… that massive yellow towel perched precariously on top of her head like some absurd crown, her wide eyes darting everywhere as she practically pleaded with me not to leave. She'd tried so hard to act toug
Elena's Point Of View"Let me go, Graham! Stay away from me!" My voice didn't even sound like mine anymore. It emerged as a raw, jagged shriek that ripped from the bottom of my lungs, tearing at my throat as I thrashed in his grip. The rough wool of his expensive suit jacket scratched brutally against my bare collarbone, and the smell of his cologne… a scent I once found comforting but now turned my stomach, filled my nose, suffocating me.How many times had I buried my face in that same jacket, seeking comfort after a long day? The memory felt like it belonged to someone else entirely. "Never, Elena!" Graham's voice came out completely unhinged, booming in my ear as his fingers dug into the skin of my back with terrifying, bruising force. He breathed like a feral animal, his chest heaving violently against mine. "I did that before! I let you walk away, and that was exactly how that bastard found his way into your life! That was my mistake! But not anymore! I'm not repeating it ever
Elena's Point Of View"And honestly?" I met his eyes one last time, letting him see the steel that had replaced whatever softness he remembered, whatever pliable version of me he'd grown comfortable manipulating. "I'll probably enjoy watching it happen."Graham stared at me as if I had sprouted a second head, his arms twitching at his sides while he struggled to decide whether to flee or sink through my floorboards. The overturned basket of chocolates lay between us, a stark reminder of how catastrophically he had misjudged this impromptu visit. He looked diminished, almost pitiful. For a man who owned half the city's real estate skyline, he appeared utterly shrunken beneath the harsh white LED lights of my foyer, stripped of the commanding presence he wielded in boardrooms. The transformation was almost startling… this was the same man who'd once silenced entire conference rooms with a single glance. His face suddenly contorted into a desperate, messy grimace that twisted his hands
Elena's Point Of View"He's using me?" I actually laughed. The sound wasn't bitter… it erupted as a loud, completely unhinged burst of pure, hysterical amusement that bounced off the high white ceilings of the foyer. The yellow towel on my head wobbled dangerously, and a stray, wet lock of hair slapped against my forehead, but I didn't care. The absurdity of the moment struck me with full force… here I stood in my dripping wetness, clutching that white bath towel to my chest like a shield, facing down the man I used to share a bed with. The man whose breathing patterns I once knew better than my own. The man who now felt like a stranger wearing a familiar face. How had we come to this? How had love turned into this grotesque parody of intimacy? Graham nodded, his eyes wide, brimming with frantic, sweaty desperation that made his expensive haircut look incredibly stupid. He took half a step forward, his polished leather shoes leaving a faint, dull smudge on my clean hardwood floor.
Elena's Point Of ViewAs the roar of Jaxx's sports car finally faded down the estate's asphalt drive, a strange, heavy stillness descended over the porch. I stood there, fingers still pressed against my lips… tingling, swollen, and bruised from the way he'd kissed me beneath the open sun. The sensation was ridiculous, intoxicating, terrifying all at once. My heart still hammered against my ribs, refusing to settle into its normal rhythm. Leaning my back against the cool white brick of the doorway, I watched the empty space where his car had vanished from sight. An unexpected wave of sadness washed over me… sudden, stupid, undeniable. My chest felt hollow, as if something vital had been carved out and driven away with him. I didn't want him to leave. Not even for fifteen minutes. The realization struck me with uncomfortable clarity, settling like a weight in my stomach. How had I become this person? This needy version of myself I barely recognized? When did I become so completely hu
Graham's Point Of ViewMy right hand gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles had turned bone-white, the leather casing creaking in protest under pressure that could have crushed stone. My chest felt like an active volcanic site… hot, pressurized, sulfurous gas rising into my throat until I could barely draw a clean breath through my nose.Each inhale burned. Each exhale shuddered. The car's engine continued its smooth, expensive, rhythmic hum, but inside my skull, everything had dissolved into chaotic static. I shoved the car door open by two inches, my foot sliding toward the gravel shoulder, muscles coiling like springs. I was going to cross that manicured grass. I was going to tear his hands off her. I was going to look my wife in the eyes, grab her arm, and drag her out of this disgusting, sunlit nightmare. The plan crystallized in my mind with perfect, violent clarity. But before my heel could plant firmly on the asphalt, Jaxx moved. His large, tan arm slid arou
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
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
Elena’s Point Of View“But,” he added, eyes flicking briefly in the direction Marco had been dragged, voice calm as ever, “that’s if they would accept him.”I gasped.It slipped out of me before I could stop it, sharp and disbelieving, my hand tightening around his arm as if that alone could anchor







