Mag-log inEmily’s POV By the time I got back to Tara’s apartment, the adrenaline from the morning had faded, leaving behind a quiet, thoughtful calm.The apartment was still empty.I dropped my purse on the counter, kicked off my shoes, and moved through the space slowly, like I was borrowing someone else’s life, which, for now, I was. I walked into the kitchen. Then I made myself tea and sat at the small dining table, my phone glowing in my hand.Apartments.Just the word made my chest tighten.Still, I opened my browser.I searched carefully. One bedroom, studio, short lease if possible. The prices of the apartments were so high and it made me wince. But I took a deep breath, reminding myself that I still had a little bit of time. I didn’t have to make a decision at the moment. One step at a time.I switched to messages and started texting agents. [Hello, I’m looking for a studio or one-bedroom apartment. Available immediately or within the month.]Send.Another.And another.Each messa
Nathan’s POVThe car was waiting for me at the garage. I slid into the back seat and shut the door forcefully. “Good morning, sir.”I looked up. The driver wasn’t Charles. It was a different voice. And the person sounded younger. “Morning,” I said. “Where’s Charles?”“Retired last week,” he replied, easing the car into traffic. “My Name’s Malik. I’ll be driving you from now on.”“Alright,” I said. “Take me to the office.”“Yes, sir.”The city unfolded outside the window, glass towers, billboards with faces I recognized, headlines I wished I didn’t. The once familiar route suddenly felt foreign. I had only been away from the office for weeks and it had turned into something that felt like I didn’t belong. Malik drove smoothly, confident but unshowy—no abrupt stops. No music. Just focusing on the road.“How long have you worked for the company?” I asked, mostly to fill the silence.“Six years,” he replied swiftly. “Security before this. Executive transport after.”“Security,” I rep
Chapter 10Emily’s PovMorning came too fast.I barely slept, just drifted in and out of shallow dreams that felt more like flashbacks than rest. When I finally opened my eyes, the apartment was quiet. Tara had already left for her morning shift, but she’d placed a blanket over me at some point during the night.It made my chest tighten.Someone cared.Even when my own family didn’t.I sat up slowly, rubbing my face, trying to shake off the heaviness sitting on my chest. My throat still felt raw from crying. My head throbbed. I needed to breathe. I needed space. I needed to do something that wasn’t thinking about my parents, about Emma, about Nathan, about everything I’d lost all in one week.My gaze fell on my gym bag sitting halfway open by the wall. I didn’t pack much, but I had leggings and sneakers.Good enough.I needed to sweat this out, if not from my body, then from my mind.After a quick shower, I tied my hair back, grabbed Tara’s spare key, and headed out.The moment I st
Nathan’s POVMorning hit me like a slap. My head felt heavy, my mouth dry, and the guilt from last night sat right on my chest.Emma was still asleep beside me. Her back was turned, her shoulders tense even in sleep. I didn’t need a mirror to know I’d messed up badly. I slipped out of bed quietly and headed to the kitchen. Cooking wasn’t something I normally did, but I needed to do something. Anything that made me look less like the asshole I was last night.Eggs. Toast. Sausages.Basic. Safe.Something she couldn’t read too much into.I carried the tray back to the bedroom. Emma was awake now, sitting up, hair messy, eyes puffy from crying. She stared at the tray like she didn’t know what to do with it.“Breakfast,” I said. “I made it for you.”She looked at me for a long second before answering. “You don’t cook.”“I do today.”She didn’t smile. She didn’t soften. She just nodded and pulled the blanket tighter around her body. I sighed and sat at the edge of the bed. “Emma”“Don’t,
Chapter 8 Emily’s POVAfter hearing the words from my father’s mouth, it was clear that they didn’t care about me or my feelings. It hurt but I needed to hear the truth. “Both of you are dead to me, don’t ever try to contact me or else you’ll regret it,” I said with rage and a teary eye. I couldn’t let them know it got to me. They were my parents but at this moment I hated them like my enemies. I grabbed my luggage and turned towards the door. This was supposed to be my comfort zone. To get away from the drama and feel support from my family but I guess I was wrong. As I moved closer to the door with my luggage in hand, my heart felt heavier and I could practically hear it beating. I took a deep breath and held the handle of the door. Once I stepped out of the house, there was no turning back. The cold air hit my face the moment I stepped outside. It was sharp, but it still felt better than the poison I’d been breathing in that house. I stood on the porch for a moment, staring at
Chapter 7Nathan’s POVI stepped out of the shower with my towel carefully wrapped around my waist as water dripped from my very wet hair. There she was. Lying on the bed with a beautiful red silk robe. She had the eyes of a predator. The same eyes that lured me into this web of lies and deceit. She carefully took off her robe as I walked closer to her. She had sexy lingerie underneath. The type you’d only see if you were to get into the vip section at a stripper club. “You look dazzling in that,” I said in a raspy tone filled with lust and desire. “I’m all yours tonight, do with me whatever you please.” She replied, fueling my desire. I was a hungry lion and she looked like an innocent deer waiting to be devoured. I took her by the throat and guided her to my already throbbing cock. She let out a small squeal. She loved it when I was rough with her. She began rubbing her hands on my cock and before I knew it, she ripped off my towel from my waist, inserting my full length insi







