ANMELDENLOGANI was boiling inside, every muscle in my body coiled tight with anger, but I kept my face neutral as I walked away from Olivia's apartment. Controlled and calm. Just a concerned ex-boyfriend who'd been politely turned away.The mask stayed in place as I made my way down the stairs, through the lobby, across the parking lot toward my car. Each step felt like walking through fire, the anger building with every breath until I thought I might explode.The second I got inside my car and closed the door, I screamed.I slammed my fist against the steering wheel three times, then brought it down hard on my thigh, welcoming the sharp burst of pain.Fuck. FUCK.I'd watched them have sex that morning. Again. Through the cameras I'd so carefully planted in her apartment, I'd seen everything—her underneath him, moaning his name, looking at him like he was her entire fucking world.It made me want to rip something apart with my bare hands.All my plans, all my careful orchestration, and it wa
OLIVIAI slightly opened the door, and my heart nearly jumped out of my mouth.Logan.He was standing right there, on my doorstep, wearing a casual button-down shirt and jeans, his hands in his pockets."Olivia! Hey," he said warmly,I couldn't speak. My mouth opened, but no words came out. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. Every muscle in my body had gone rigid with fear and shock.Was he here because he knew we'd found them?Ryan stepped forward, positioning himself partially in front of me, and I felt a rush of gratitude for his presence."Hi," Ryan greeted.Logan's eyes flickered to Ryan, and something shifted in his expression but he recovered quickly. Then he ignored Ryan completely and turned to face me.“I'm sorry for showing up unannounced like this. I've been trying to reach you, but you haven't been picking up my calls."My voice came back to me, though it was shaky and weak. "How... how did you know where I live?"The question came out more like an
OLIVIAI was so shocked I could barely process what I was seeing. Who actually had the guts to do this to me?My body became weak instantly, my legs threatening to give out beneath me. I sank onto the couch, staring at the devices like they might suddenly explain themselves."How long have these been here?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. "How long has someone been... watching me?"Ryan immediately sat beside me, his hand finding mine and squeezing tight. "I'll tell someone I know to run a check on these cameras," he said firmly. "A tech expert who can trace them, figure out who planted them and when. Don't worry, Olivia. I promise you, I will get to the end of this."But I was scared. More scared than I'd been in a long time. Even breaking into that government facility hadn't felt this violating, this personal.Someone had been in my home. My safe space. Watching me sleep, shower, cook, live my life. And I'd had no idea.My mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all.Was i
RYANI was so happy as I watched her serve the food onto plates for both of us, carefully portioning out the Jollof rice and adding the fried plantains we'd made earlier. The way she moved around the kitchen, so confident and at ease, made my chest feel tight with something I couldn't quite name.This felt so surreal. If anyone had told me a few months ago that I'd be here with Olivia today, in her kitchen, learning to cook, laughing together like this, I wouldn't have believed them. Hell, I would have thought they were insane.But here I was. In her kitchen. With her. And it felt more right than anything had in a long time."Why are you smiling like that?" Olivia asked, looking up at me with those beautiful eyes."Nothing," I said, unable to stop the smile from spreading wider across my face.She smiled back, shaking her head. "Alright then, Mr. Mysterious. Let's eat."We settled at her small dining table, and I took my first real bite of the Jollof rice we'd made together. The flavo
OLIVIAI pulled open my pantry, scanning the contents with a chef's critical eye. "Okay, so I'm going to teach you how to make Jollof rice."Ryan looked at me blankly. "Jollof... what now?""Jollof rice. It's a Nigerian dish." I started pulling out ingredients… rice, tomatoes, onions, peppers. "I tried it once from a recipe I found online and fell in love with it. It's flavorful, not too complicated, and if you mess it up, the Nigerian aunties on the internet will haunt you in your dreams.""That sounds... terrifying and delicious at the same time.""It is." I set everything on the counter and turned to him. "Alright, first lesson: wash your hands properly. Like, actually properly. You're handling food."He gave me an amused look but obediently went to the sink, scrubbing his hands thoroughly while I watched with approval."Good. Now, we're going to start with the tomato base- it's called the stew. This is the foundation of everything, so pay attention." I grabbed the tomatoes, bell p
RYANWe'd freshened up and were now lying on her bed, Olivia resting on my chest, my arm wrapped around her shoulders. The silence between us was comfortable and peaceful, but there was so much I wanted to say that the words kept getting tangled in my throat.I couldn't believe this had happened again. This was the second time since last night, and each time felt like a revelation, like discovering something I didn't know I'd been searching for my entire life.My fingers traced lazy patterns on her bare shoulder as I stared at the ceiling, trying to process everything. She'd given me a chance despite everything I'd done, despite how I'd pushed her away, despite the mess my life was.I would make sure I tried my best to prove that I really loved her. I would do everything I could to be the man she deserved, to show her that this wasn't just physical, that what I felt for her went deeper than anything I'd ever experienced."You're thinking too loud," Olivia murmured against my chest, he







