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332Gianna’s POV I should have seen it coming.The moment Matteo walked into my office that evening, I knew.There was something in the way he looked at me—calm, steady, determined.No teasing. No games.Just him.Just us.I set my pen down, exhaling slowly. “You’re still here.”“You sound surprised.”I leaned back in my chair, studying him. “Most people go home at a reasonable hour.”“Most people don’t have unfinished business.”His voice was quiet, but I grasped the hidden meaning in it instantly.I swallowed. “Matteo—”“No.” He shook his head, stepping closer. “No more brushing me off. No more pretending.”I stiffened, but he didn’t back down.“You told me I don’t know you anymore,” he said, voice steady. “You were right. But I want to.”I glanced away. “It’s not that simple.”“It never is.”I hated how easily he saw through me.Hated that no matter how hard I tried to keep my distance, he always found his way in.Matteo exhaled, raking a hand through his hair. “Look, I don’t expe
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331Gianna’s POV.The morning started like any other—an inbox full of unread emails, a lukewarm coffee I barely had time to sip, and a headache forming before I even made it to my office.“Gianna,” Lila greeted me as I walked in. “Mr. Coleman is waiting in the conference room.”I barely stopped myself from groaning.Coleman. The one executive who made me question if I had the patience to avoid homicide charges.“Fantastic,” I muttered, rubbing my temple. “What does he want?”Lila looked uncomfortable. “He wouldn’t say. But he seems... irritated.”Great.With a deep breath, I straightened my blazer and headed toward the conference room, bracing myself for whatever nonsense Coleman had cooked up this time.When I walked in, he was already seated at the table, arms crossed, impatience radiating off of him.“Coleman,” I greeted, keeping my voice even. “What can I do for you?”He didn’t bother with pleasantries. “I’m making an official complaint about your leadership.”I blinked. “Excuse m
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330Gianna’s POV I didn’t want to admit it.Not to myself. Not to anyone.But the truth was relentless, creeping into my thoughts when I least expected it. In the middle of meetings. While brushing my teeth. While standing in line at my favorite café.I still loved him.I still loved Matteo.God, I wanted to be wrong. I wanted to roll my eyes at the idea, scoff at the very notion that my heart still beat for him the way it used to.But it did.And no matter how much I tried to bury it, that truth wasn’t going anywhere.I stared at my reflection in the office bathroom mirror, gripping the sink tighter. My makeup was still intact, my hair in place, but I felt undone.This wasn’t some passing feeling.This was real.I squeezed my eyes shut.I could feel it happening—the slow unraveling of all the walls I had built. The careful distance I had put between us was shrinking, crumbling under the weight of every look, every word, every moment that reminded me of us.I took a slow, steady brea
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329Gianna’s POV Matteo had been good these past few weeks. Too good. He hadn’t pushed. He hadn’t teased. He hadn’t tried to force anything, and somehow, that made it worse. Because instead of ignoring him, I’d started noticing things. Small things. Like how he never left the office before me. How he always made sure I had eaten, even when he didn’t say anything about it. How he never let a single meeting end without catching my gaze—just for a second, just long enough to remind me he was there. And I had no idea what to do with that.So I did what I always did. I buried myself in work, convinced myself I was fine, and pretended I didn’t see the way he watched me when he thought I wasn’t looking.Everyone else had already left, but I was still in my office, staring at a report that my exhausted brain refused to process.I rubbed my temples, exhaling. Maybe I should call it a night.Before I could decide, a knock sounded at my door.I didn’t have to look up to know who it was.Still,
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328Gianna’s POV I noticed him before I even stepped out of the office—leaning casually against the wall near the elevators, scrolling through his phone like he had nowhere better to be. But I knew better. Matteo was never just somewhere. If he was here, it was because he wanted to be.I sighed, tightening my grip on my bag as I walked past him toward the elevator. I could feel his eyes on me before he even spoke.“Working late again, boss?”I ignored him and pressed the elevator button.He stepped closer. Not close enough to touch, but close enough that I felt it. “You keep this up, and people are gonna think you’re a workaholic.”I exhaled. “That’s because I am a workaholic.”The elevator dinged open, and I stepped inside. He followed without hesitation.I shot him a look. “You don’t even live in my building.”“No, but I do have a car in the garage,” he said smoothly. “You know, like a normal person.”I crossed my arms, staring at the numbers lighting up on the panel. “You waiting
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327Gianna’s POV I noticed.Of course, I did.The thing about Matteo was that he had never been subtle. Not when he wanted something. Not when he wanted me.So, when little things started happening—the things no one else would’ve picked up on—I knew exactly who was behind them.Like when my coffee order was already on my desk before I even made it to the office.Or when the stack of paperwork I had been dreading mysteriously disappeared from my inbox, only for Lila to mention later that Matteo had “offered” to take some extra work off my plate.Or when I worked through lunch, only to have a protein bar appear on my desk. No note. No explanation. Just there.I pretended not to notice.But I did.And I hated that I did.I stepped into my office, juggling my phone, a tablet, and the general frustration of being awake before eight a.m.And there it was.A coffee cup.I stared at it.The logo from the café down the street was unmistakable.So was the exact way I took my coffee.Medium. Tw
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326Gianna’s POV Forgiving him should be easy.But it isn’t.It’s messy. It’s complicated. It’s a battlefield in my mind, where every step forward is met with a reminder of why I built these walls in the first place.I sat at my desk, staring at the half-written email on my screen. A simple reply to a client, something I could normally do in my sleep, but my mind wasn’t here. It was stuck on him.Matteo.I hated that he had this effect on me.That he could say one thing—one brutally honest, open-hearted thing—and suddenly, I was unraveling.I slammed my laptop shut, rubbing my temples.I needed air.I grabbed my coat and left my office, striding down the hall with purpose. If I stayed in that room any longer, I’d drive myself insane.As I walked, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I pulled it out, heart skipping a beat when I saw the name.Matteo.I hesitated.I could ignore it. Pretend I was too busy.But my fingers moved before my brain could catch up, and suddenly, I was answering.“
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325Gianna’s POVI had every intention of avoiding him today.Really, I did.But Matteo had a way of ruining my best-laid plans. It started with a simple meeting—one I couldn’t get out of. He sat across from me, tapping his pen against the table, his eyes flicking to mine every few minutes. I ignored him. Or at least, I tried toThen there was lunch. I walked into the office kitchen, and there he was, leaning against the counter, stirring sugar into his coffee like he knew I’d be there.“Gianna,” he greeted, far too casually.I exhaled. “Matteo.”He smirked. “Good to see you.”I grabbed my coffee, turned on my heel, and walked right back out.But then came the real problem—when I was finally alone in my office, attempting to regain some semblance of peace. That was when he knocked.I could have ignored it but I didn’t.“Come in,” I called, already regretting it.Matteo stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. That was my second mistake because the moment he closed the door, I kne
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324Gianna’s POV I should’ve gone home hours ago.Instead, I was sitting in my office, blinking at my laptop screen, while my brain slowly melted into useless mush.The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead. The building was nearly empty, the usual hum of conversation replaced by silence. It was late. Too late.And yet, somehow, I wasn’t alone.Matteo was still here.Because of course he was.I could hear him through the open door of my office, tapping away at his keyboard like some kind of overachiever. He was supposed to have left hours ago, but he was still here, still working. Or maybe just finding another excuse to get under my skin.Either way, I was too tired to care.I rubbed my temples, forcing myself to focus on the numbers on the screen. One last report. One last email. Then I could go home, crawl into bed, and forget this day ever happened.A yawn crept up my throat, but I stifled it.“Still alive in there, boss?”I groaned, tilting my head back against my chair. “Bar
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