LOGINDAMIEN'S POVLucien doesn't laugh when I tell him. That's how I know it's serious."Say that again," he says, setting down the glass he'd been nursing since I walked into his study uninvited twenty minutes ago."The mark hasn't faded. It's been over a month.""That's not possible.""That's what I said. In a boutique. In front of Mia. Which, incidentally, is the second time in one conversation I told her something wasn't possible without explaining why, so if she wasn't suspicious of me before, she certainly is now."Lucien drags a hand down his face. In all our years of friendship, I've seen him amused, irritated, occasionally furious. I've rarely seen him this quiet."D. Marks fade on humans. Every single time. That's the whole design of it — it's meant to last exactly long enough for the bond to be recognized by both sides, then it disappears, because humans can't carry a permanent mark without it doing something to them. It's not built to stay.""I'm aware of the mechanics, Luce. I
Dating my boss in secret is, it turns out, a significant amount of work.We've settled into a rhythm without ever really discussing it — I stay professional at the office, address him as Damien only when absolutely no one's listening, and pretend I don't know exactly what his hand on the small of my back means when he walks me to the elevator "as a courtesy to a valued employee." He's a terrible liar in the way that people who are used to always getting what they want are terrible liars — not because he says the wrong thing, but because he doesn't bother trying very hard.Priya, mercifully, has not caught on. Mariam, I'm almost certain, has. She hasn't said a word, but there's a look she gives me sometimes over her coffee that says she's known since roughly week one and is simply waiting for me to admit it first.Three weeks into whatever this is, Damien picks me up from a "work dinner" — a real one, this time, with actual clients — and we swing by a boutique downtown because he wants
MIA’S POVI wake up in a bed that isn’t mine, wrapped in sheets that smell like cedar and something else I can’t name, and it takes me a full ten seconds to remember why my head is pounding like this and why I’m this naked.Oh.Oh no.Damien’s side of the bed is empty, but I can hear water running somewhere down the hall, and I use the minute alone to have a full, silent meltdown into his pillow. We had sex. I had sex with my boss. On his birthday. After I baked him a cake like some kind of unhinged Pinterest housewife.My shoulder aches, a dull, warm throb just below my collarbone, and when I twist to look at it in the mirror across the room, there’s a mark there—not quite a bruise, not quite a hickey, dark and strange at the edges. Great. Add “walking around with a hickey the size of a fist” to today’s list of problems.The bathroom door opens and Damien steps out, hair damp, sweatpants low on his hips, and every ounce of my composure leaves the building.“Morning,” he says. His voi
MIA’S POVThree weeks in and I’ve learned the rhythm of this place. Coffee before nine or don’t speak to me. Priya gossips like it’s an Olympic sport. And Damien Black finds a reason to call me into his office at least once a day, always with some file he could have just as easily emailed me.I’ve stopped pretending I don’t like it.“You’re doing it again,” Darcy says over the phone, and I can hear the smirk in her voice without even seeing her face.“Doing what?”“That sighing thing. The one you do when you’re thinking about your hot, broody, probably-secretly-a-good-guy boss.”“I do not sigh.”“Mia. You’ve sighed twice in the last ninety seconds.”I flop back onto my bed, phone pressed to my ear, and stare at the ceiling like it has answers. “It’s complicated, Dee.”“It’s not complicated. You like him, he clearly likes you, nobody’s married, nobody’s dying. Kiss the man.”“He’s my boss.”“He’s the CEO. Different rules apply to CEOs. It’s basically a movie trope at this point.”I don
MIA’S P.O.VMy first day at D.B. and I’ve already sweated through my blouse.I got here forty minutes early because I couldn’t stand the thought of being late twice to anything involving Damien Black, but now I’m just sitting in the lobby like an idiot, clutching my Chanel bag like it’s a life raft.“Miss Sanderson?” A woman with a sleek bob and a headset calls my name. “I’m Mariam, Mr. Black’s PA. I’ll be showing you around today.”Mariam. The one who was shocked he picked out my outfit himself. I file that away.She walks fast, the kind of fast that says she’s got twelve other things to do today, and I have to half jog to keep up as she rattles off department names and floor numbers I know I won’t remember.“You’ll be shadowing in Operations for the first two weeks, then you’ll rotate through Sales,” she says, pressing the elevator button. “Mr. Black wanted you to get a feel for the whole company before you settle into a track.”“Mr. Black decided that?” I ask, surprised. CEOs don’t
For some reason, I'm nervous about seeing my face. I open my eyes slowly and what I see utters me speechless.This isn't me.This can't be me.I turn disbelieving eyes to her. "Uhn uhn, you got that right sugar. That, is what I meant by real reaction.""Darcy, what did you do?" I gasp as I stare at my reflection in the mirror.Darcy beams with pride as she steps back to admire her handiwork. "I just enhanced your natural beauty, Mia. You look stunning!"I can't believe what I was seeing. My eyes appear brighter, my skin is glowing, and my features seem more defined. I look like a completely different person, yet still unmistakably myself."I can't believe this is me," I say, still in awe.Darcy chuckles. "Believe it, girlfriend. You've got the looks and the attitude to pull off anything."I smile, feeling a newfound confidence wash over me. I never thought of myself as a model, but seeing myself in a different light makes me realize that maybe I have been selling myself short."Thanks
"Come on, Mia. I've been asking you to do this for me for ages, can't you indulge me just once?"That's true though, she's been asking me to model for her for years now. She made some beautiful pieces using my measurements, and she's refused to make them for someone else so they can model the designs
I am giving myself a final look in the mirror when Darcy runs inside to announce that the car is here. She'd been peeping through the window.We are both surprised when we hear the doorbell. We didn't expect the driver to come up to the door. She goes to get the door and at the other side is none ot
Damien's POVWhen Lucien asked me to meet at his office, I didn't know his intentions. I was actually surprised because in all the years he's been teaching, he has never asked me to help with a student's employment.Lucien could stop teaching if he didn't want to, he was one of the major shareholde
"Hmm, what's the condition?" I ask.He crosses his legs and with one of his arms resting on the arm of the couch, looks like he holds the whole of America in his hands."How about you sit first?" he says, gesturing to the couch opposite him."I'm fine standing sir.""Two conditions actually. The fi







