LOGINBella POVLena nodded. "She's on the watch list. But she has limited verified activity in the city this week, which doesn't rule her out — it just means if she's behind this she's using intermediaries."I looked at Caleb. "Or it isn't her."He met my eyes. "That's what I'm not sure about."After Lena left, we sat at the kitchen table with the quiet of the apartment around us — Tom's show still murmuring from the other room, the city going dark outside.I was turning the coffee mug in my hands, staring at nothing, when I felt Caleb move behind me. His lips pressed against the side of my neck before I could even react.“Caleb,” I said, but I didn’t pull away. “Now is not the time.”I felt him smile against my skin. “I know.”He didn’t stop. His mouth moved slowly up my neck, kissing and sucking. His hands slid under my shirt from behind. His palms felt warm on my stomach, then moved higher. He cupped my breasts through my bra and rubbed his thumbs over my nipples until they got hard an
Caleb POVThe press conference was Bella's idea. I'd argued for a controlled media statement — quiet, professional, no questions instead she had looked at me across the kitchen table with her coffee and said, Caleb, they already have photos of Tom at the window. They have months of speculation. A statement looks like damage control. A press conference looks like confidence. Then she'd gone back to her laptop and that had, apparently, been the end of the discussion.She wasn't wrong, she was rarely wrong about anything that involved other people watching.I stood beside her on the small raised platform in the Black Tower media room with Tom between us, his small hand locked around two of my fingers with the grip of a child who had recently decided that this was simply where his hand lived, and I watched Bella face a room full of cameras and reporters with a calm expression that I had come to understand meant she was completely in control and enjoying it slightly more than she would eve
Bella POV"Are you a real family now?"Tom's question hung in the air between us, and neither of us answered right away. Caleb's chin was still resting on my shoulder, his arms still loosely around me, both of us blinking at our son perched at the foot of the bed in his dinosaur pajamas with that gap-toothed grin climbing up his face."Yeah, buddy," Caleb said quietly. "I think we are."Tom's face split wide open and he launched himself up the bed with zero regard for anyone's ribs, landing squarely between us in a chaos of bony elbows and wriggling. "I knew it," he announced, beaming at the ceiling. "I told Aunty Maya you'd figure it out.""You told Maya?" I said."She said it would take forever. I said it wouldn't." He looked very pleased with himself. "I was right."Caleb made a sound against my hair that was almost certainly a laugh he was trying to smother, and I pressed my face into the pillow for a moment, not trusting my own expression.My son had been running a timeline on u
Bella POVI rolled my hips once, slow, grinding down until he was buried to the hilt. Then I started riding him—deliberate at first, then faster, harder. My hands braced on his chest, nails scoring faint red lines. Every downward stroke dragged a rough sound from his throat. His hips jerked up to meet me, fighting the restraint, chasing more.I leaned forward, breasts brushing his chest, lips at his ear. “You’re so loud,” I whispered, voice wrecked and teasing. “Tom’s only a few rooms down. You’re gonna wake him.”He laughed—short, breathless, almost a groan—then bit his lip hard, trying to muffle the next sound. His wrists strained against the tie; the headboard creaked.“Using my own words against me,” he managed, voice-rough. “Evil.”I smiled against his jaw, then sat up straight again and picked up the pace—riding him relentlessly, chasing that second edge that was already building fast. My thighs burned, my core ached, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. The sight of him like this—restr
Bella POVHe shut the bedroom door with a quiet click and turned to face me in the dim light filtering through the curtains. I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he held himself back like always—giving me room, waiting for permission but I wasn’t in the mood to wait tonight.I stepped forward as his eyes stayed locked on mine, dark grey and steady, watching every move. I opened his shirt button by button, spread the fabric wide, and pressed both palms flat against the hard planes of his chest. His breath hissed out sharp against my forehead.“Bella.” His voice sounded low. “We don’t have to”“I know.” I met his gaze. “I want to, all of it. No more exits.”Something snapped in his expression like control fracturing—and he kissed me like he’d been starving for it. Hands rougher now, he shoved the robe off my shoulders. It pooled at my feet. The way he stared at my naked body made heat rush from my throat straight down to my core.“You have no fucking idea,” he rasped, pa
Bella POVHe was in the kitchen when I came out, two glasses of water on the counter, his back to me. He turned when he heard my footsteps and handed me a glass without saying anything, which was very Caleb-like. I took it as we stood on opposite sides of the kitchen island and drank our water like two people who had just survived something and weren't entirely sure yet what the protocol was."I owe you an apology," I said. "Bella""Let me." I set the glass down. "I watched a business handoff in a car park and I spent days building a case against you in my head, and when I finally confronted you I made you feel like a suspect. That wasn't about you. It was about every man who ever gave me a reason to distrust them, and I used you as the target for all of it." I looked at him. "You didn't deserve that, you have spent months doing everything right and I handed you the bill for other people's debts. I'm sorry."He was quiet for a moment. Then he came around the island, not fast, giving
Caleb pov "You can show him next time," Bella said, moving closer. "Come on, baby. Let's go.""But Mommy""Now, Tom." Her tone left no room for argument.Tom's face fell, but he started gathering his markers. "Will you come back, Caleb? Will there be a next time?""If your mommy says it's okay, th
Bella pov "Because you can influence how it happens," Jennifer said. "You can work with him to create a schedule that minimizes disruption to Tom's life. You can set boundaries about where visits happen, who supervises them, how Caleb is introduced. Or you can fight him every step of the way, spen
Caleb pov My throat closed up completely. I couldn't speak, couldn't move, could barely breathe. He remembered me. My son remembered me."Hi, Tom," Maya said gently, sitting down next to him. "Remember how I told you we were meeting someone today? This is Caleb. He's Mommy's friend, and he wanted
Caleb POVTuesday came faster than I expected and slower than I wanted. I'd spent the past three days reading parenting books until my eyes burned, researching child psychology, and planning activities that would make Tom smile the way he had during our first visit.I arrived at the hotel precisely







