MasukLAURA That evening, Juniper showed up at my bedroom door with several bags in her hand and a bright knowing smile. “Girls’ night,” she announced, pushing past me into my room. “Xavier’s going to be busy all evening long and there’s no one else here anyway, so I figured you could use some company.” She pulled out face masks, beauty supplies and sparkling wine from one of the bags—clearly this had been planned. “Did Xavier put you up to this?” I asked suspiciously. “Nope. This was all me.” Juniper grinned. “Though he did seem relieved when I told him I wasn’t going back to my place just yet. I think he feels guilty that he has to get back to it just as we arrived.” It all still felt weird—surreal was more of the word for it. Just a moment, I was being dragged out of this very place in a rush and didn’t even have a room and then suddenly, I was back with a clay mask on my face and grape wine in my glass. And for the first time in forever, I had a real friend. Someone who
LAURA I watched the city blur past, the calm soundtrack filling my ears, and I felt a surge of relief when Xavier said we’d go back. I wasn’t sure if he’d just noticed on the spot or if he’d been planning it from the moment he rescued me, but either way, I was grateful. I hadn’t felt safe in that place for a second—it all reminded me too much of Alexie and Jennifer, of the torment they’d put me through from the very moment I was taken. I knew the bad dreams wouldn’t just vanish, but never would I have thought that I’d become so paranoid. Every shift, every little sound, made my heart rate spike, sweat dribbling down the back of my neck. But the moment Xavier mentioned returning to the penthouse, back to the bustling city and away from that dark, isolated nightmare, it felt like sunlight bloomed inside my chest. The SUV finally rolled into the estate, and Laura and Lucas could barely contain themselves. They practically tumbled out of the vehicle. “Home sweet home! Wooo-hooo
XAVIER The silence lasted for maybe three seconds then in a blaze of barely concealed excitement— “Really?!” Her voice came out louder than she meant it to. I could tell by the slight way her expression shifted afterward, like she was embarrassed at how much she’d given away. I crossed the room. My hand found her face, my palm soft against her cheek, thumb brushing along the edge of it— and she leaned into it like I was her safe haven. “Really,” I said. “Pack your things. We leave in an hour.” Her smile came slow. It started somewhere in her eyes, moved down, and by the time it reached her mouth it was the brightest, most genuine thing I’d seen all morning. I thought about every security concern Marcus had outlined—every clause, every unconfirmed threat—and if I could set it all aside all over just to see that smile again, I would. An hour and forty minutes later, we were loading into the SUV. The twins had claimed the back seat the way twins always did—without a si
XAVIER As I continued digging into my food, I couldn’t help but watch Laura closely from across the dining table. I’d always had a habit of just staring, observing, reading body language, and by far, she was the main object of my attention. She was laughing at something Lucas said. It was a small laugh—the kind that slipped out before you had the chance to decide whether to let it out or not—and it lasted maybe two seconds before she dropped her gaze back down to her plate. “Hmm,” I murmured, twisting my fork in my hand, barely paying attention to the contents of my plate anymore. Laura seemed…different. My eyes narrowed as I continued analyzing everything she did from behind my coffee cup, breaking eye contact now and again so I wouldn’t come off as obvious. She was struggling. That much was evident. She had her hair down, she’d put on a clean overall, she was sitting up straight and engaging when someone spoke to her—doing everything a person does when they want
LAURA I woke up to sunlight filtering through the blinds. I groaned, turning my head to avoid the soft rays, still wanting a few more minutes of sleep. But the moment my eyes landed on who lay in front of me…my breath caught. Xavier, sleeping right next to me. I almost forgot I wasn’t alone. Any remaining traces of sleep vanished instantly. My gaze drifted over his sharp features, now softened by the morning light. His full, arched lips were slightly parted as he took slow, steady breaths, his broad chest rising and falling. I’d never really noticed how long his eyelashes were until now. Xavier really was handsome—pale skin, perfect features, the perfect body. Every girl’s dream guy. And somehow… he ended up with me. And just like that, everything came rushing back. Heat crawled up my neck, my hands flying to my mouth in shock as flashes from last night flooded my mind. Every touch, every movement, every word—the softness, the wildness… all of it returning tenfol
LAURA His hand slid slowly between us, touching me in ways that made stars explode behind my eyelids, and just when I thought I couldn’t get enough—I cried out. This was more of a scream of pleasure than a moan. The sound is muffled against his shoulder, my body responding to him in ways I’d never experienced before. “That’s it,” he murmured encouragingly, his fingers gliding over my thighs with practiced ease. “Let go for me, Laura. I want to feel you.” I was trembling now, my whole body wound tight around him like a spring, climbing toward pressure I could feel building but couldn’t quite name. Xavier’s other hand cupped my face, his thumb brushing across my lips as he watched my expressions change in satisfaction. I could tell that he was learning what I liked and what drove me wild. “Look at me,” he commanded softly. “Keep your eyes on me and only me.” I forced my eyes open, meeting his dark gaze, and the intensity there was almost too much to bear. He was watching
XAVIER “Boss, boss, boss!” I could hear Marcus’s voice through my haze of sleep and I was already annoyed. I forced my eyes open, the bright lights of the infirmary stabbing into my skull. My head was still pounding, my body felt like it had been run over by a truck, and the last thing I needed w
XAVIER Marcus nodded and went back to his calls while I headed upstairs to Laura’s room. The door was unlocked and I stepped inside, immediately hit by the faint scent of lavender and the undertones of fresh detergent. The room was neat and organized in a way that suggested someone who was used
LAURAI looked out of the window at the passing buildings as we drove at high speed. The car was relatively silent despite there being four people in it.The driver, Juniper at the front seat, and of course my lovely soon-to-be husband right next to me. The silence was suffocating.It wasn’t helpi
XAVIER I could feel it starting again—that tightness in my chest, the way my breathing wanted to turn rapid and strained, the creeping sense of panic clutching at my lungs, threatening to pull me under. No. Not again. Not when Laura was just kidnapped and needed me more than ever. I managed







