LOGINPOV: Evelyn Reeve
I checked my watch for the tenth time in the last hour. The second hand seemed to be dragging itself through molasses, mocking the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest.
The latte on my desk was a lost cause—stone cold and untouched for two hours, leaving a dark, bitter ring at the bottom of the ceramic mug. I couldn't even swallow my own spit, let alone a drink.
Ever since the lunch break ended, Jovan’s office door had remained a solid, impenetrable sl
POV: EvelynThe hum of the air conditioning in Damian’s office was a low, steady drone, but to my ears, it sounded like a physical snarl.I sat with my spine rigid against the leather guest chair, knuckles white as I gripped my lap. Beside me, Jovan’s presence was a heavy, grounding heat. He looked relaxed, his posture casual, but the hard set of his jaw and the rhythmic tensing of his forearm told a different story. He was vibrating with a suppressed, lethal energy.Damian Vale exhaled a long, weary breath. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose—a rare crack in his professional armor."I’m not going to sugarcoat this," Damian began, his baritone calm but weighted. "What happened in the lobby... it wasn't just a scrap. The problem isn't the fight itself. It’s the optics."Jovan opened his mouth to interject, but Damian held up a hand, silencing him."I know it was self-defense, Jovan. And pe
The men grumbled but retreated. The HR Manager’s wrath was rare and effective. Jovan gave Damian a sharp nod of gratitude before heading for the lift.On the third floor, the tension was thinner but no less suffocating. I sat in a guest chair near the pantry, clutching a paper cup of lukewarm water Maya had pressed into my hands."How is she?" Jovan asked as he approached.I’d stopped crying, but I felt hollow. Like a house that had been gutted by fire."She’s quiet, Jovan. But she’s freezing," Stella reported."Go ahead and get back to your stations," Jovan said softly. "I’ll stay with her. I don't want anyone coming in here for 'data' just to gawk."Maya nodded. "We’ve got your back, Ev."Jovan pulled up a chair, sitting directly in my line of sight. "Ev, let me take you home. You shouldn't be here today. I’ll clear it with Damian."I shook my head, my grip tightening on the cup until
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe air in the Meridian Miami lobby turned leaden in a heartbeat.My knees buckled. I could feel Maya, Stella, and Celine closing ranks around me, their hands steadying my shoulders as the world tilted. I was a Finance Analyst, a woman who dealt in hard numbers and cold logic, yet here I was, disintegrating into a pile of nerves on the marble floor.Archer was a blur of frantic motion and the sour stench of expensive bourbon. He lunged, his fingers clawing the air toward me, but he never reached.Jovan was faster.He didn't just step in; he claimed the space. With a jaw set like granite, he caught Archer’s wrist in mid-air. It was a calculated, clinical movement—a simple joint lock that sent a visible jolt of pain through Archer’s drunken frame.Jovan shoved him back, a hard, two-handed strike to the chest that sent Archer staggering five feet across the lobby."Leave, Archer. Now," Jo
I wasn't stupid. I knew he was lying. I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. Something had happened last night after he dropped me off, something that had turned my steady, stoic Jovan into a live wire.But I stayed quiet. I was too afraid that if I pushed, I’d hear something I wasn't ready to handle.The drive to the Meridian Miami building felt like an eternity. Every red light made Jovan tap his fingers frantically against the wheel, his gaze never stopping, always searching the perimeter.The Meridian building finally rose ahead of us, a tower of glass and steel reflecting the Atlantic sun. Instead of heading for the executive parking garage, Jovan steered the car directly into the main lobby drop-off zone."We’ll head in through the front," Jovan said, his voice clipped. "Less walking."We stepped out. The lobby was humming with the usual 9-a.m. rush. Suits blurring past, the rhythmic thrum of turnstiles
POV: ArcherThe ceiling fan in this roadside motel creaked with every sluggish rotation, a rhythmic, metallic groan that grated against my raw nerves. The air was thick—heavy with the smell of stale Pall Malls and the kind of dampness that only exists in cheap rooms where the AC has given up.I sat on the edge of a mattress so thin I could feel the springs digging into my thighs. My phone was pressed to my ear, my knuckles white. My vision was swimming in a haze of red."You think I give a damn, Sienna?!" I spat into the receiver. My voice was a jagged edge, tearing through the quiet of the room. "I left because I couldn't stand the sight of your face for one more second!"Sienna’s laugh came through the line, sharp and laced with venom. "Oh, so now you’re disgusted? After you bled my accounts dry to keep up your little 'lifestyle'? You’re going after Evelyn, aren't you? You pathetic, ungrateful prick. You really think you can craw
Jovan shoveled a forkful of food onto his plate, then looked at me with a mock-serious expression."Evie, do you know what kind of cloud makes me the most nervous?"I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. "A storm cloud? A hurricane?""No," he said, his eyes twinkling. "The one that says I wanna—a-wanna—be with you forever."I felt the heat rush to my cheeks instantly. I couldn't help it; I let out a snort that turned into a genuine laugh."That is terrible, Jovan! Seriously, that is a peak corporate dad joke."Jovan laughed along with me, clearly pleased. "Hey, it worked. You’re laughing. You’ve been wound up like a guitar string since yesterday.""A guitar string about to snap?" I teased back."Close enough," he replied, watching me with an expression that was softer than I’d ever seen.I wiped a stray tear from the corner of my eye. For the first time since the terror started, I felt light
POV: ArcherThe resignation letter felt like a lead weight in my hand, the crisp paper crinkling under the pressure of my grip.I stormed out of my office, leaving the door swinging wide. I didn't care about the lingering stares from the interns or the hushed whispers that followed me through the g
POV: EvelynThe light in Archer’s Tribeca penthouse was too beautiful for what it was revealing. Soft, golden slats of afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, dancing over the mess of charcoal-gray sheets on his bed.I stood in the doorway, the key still cold in my hand.I shouldn't have used it
POV: ArcherThe mid-morning sun slashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bistro, casting sharp, clinical light across our table. Midtown was humming outside, a blur of yellow taxis and suits, but inside, the air-conditioning kept everything curated and cool.Sienna swirled the straw in h
Archer let out a short huff of a laugh and smiled. "Fine. Point taken."The moment he turned toward the bathroom and the water started running, I grabbed my bag and bolted. I sat on the sofa in the living room for ten seconds, waiting for my heart to stop thundering against my ribs. Then, I left th







