SageLondon was the best experience I have ever gotten. I was grinning and blushing till we were ready to go home.Seeing the private plane waiting for us even after the three days we spent here was even more exciting.By the time we got back home, I was already half-asleep in the car. The long hours of travel, the excitement, and the emotional rollercoaster had drained every bit of energy from my body. I barely registered when the professor unbuckled my seatbelt and lifted me into his arms.I might have stirred slightly, but exhaustion pulled me right back under.The next thing I knew, I was in his bed. His scent surrounded me and it comforted me. I didn't move. I couldn't.I was jet-lagged, and my body refused to cooperate.I felt the warmth of his arms as he settled in beside me, pulling me close. His fingers traced soothing circles on my back, and I melted into him, letting sleep consume me once more.When I woke up, the bed beside me was empty.The absence of his warmth made me f
SageIt was a pretty intrusive question but I didn’t know what else to ask. I had no choice.That woman came here and disrupted the little peace I had. So I had to wonder how he put up with her because a minute in her presence and I was already drained.I looked up at him expectantly, He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. "I don't want to talk about it, Sage."I crossed my arms, studying him. His shoulders were tense, his jaw locked in frustration. But I wasn’t going to let this go. Not when I had just found out he had been married, and not when his ex-wife had walked into his house like she still belonged there.Said all kinds of things to me and obviously changed his mood."River," I said softly, sitting across from him. "I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I need to understand. I don’t want to be blindsided like that again."He ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyes avoiding mine.“I just…” he started, but he stopped himself, shaking his head.“You just wha
SageI had said it before, the past always finds a way to haunt you.It didn’t matter how much time had passed, how much you had moved on, or how much you convinced yourself that old wounds had healed. The past had a cruel way of creeping back into your life when you least expected it, slipping through the cracks you thought you had sealed.It also affected everyone around you. When my phone buzzed that evening, I wasn’t expecting anything unusual. Maybe a message from Kaiden, still bitter about my choices, or a text from the professor finally checking in after the yesterday’s mess. But when I picked it up and saw the name Valeria from web search flashing on my screen, a strange feeling settled in my gut.The message was simple:"Meet me at Peretti’s Café. We need to talk."I stared at it for a long time, debating whether I should even entertain whatever she wanted. The professor had made it clear that she was his past, something he had long buried. If I was smart, I should leave it
SageShe gave me a sideways glance before sighing. “Well, it felt that way. I worshipped the ground he walked on. I thought we were meant to be. But the thing about loving someone that much is… when they stop loving you back, you feel it.”I stiffened at that. “He stopped loving you?”She tapped a fingernail against her cup. “I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe he never did. Or maybe he just… lost interest.”I frowned. That didn’t sound like River at all. The man I knew was passionate, intense in his emotions, even when he tried to hide them.“You’re saying he changed?” I asked.“No,” she said bitterly. “I think I just never saw him clearly to begin with.”I swallowed, unsure of how to respond to that.“He wasn’t cruel,” she admitted. “Not outright. He never yelled, never called me names, never raised a hand to me. But he made me feel small. Like I was an afterthought in his life. I’d talk, and he’d nod, but I knew he wasn’t listening. I’d reach for his hand, and sometimes, he’d let me hold it
SageI tried calling the professor, but he wasn’t picking up.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at my phone, willing it to ring, but nothing happened. Each unanswered call only made my frustration grow. I had spent all night tossing and turning, trying to make sense of Valarie’s words, of the pieces of their past that didn’t quite fit together.And now, I needed to talk to him. I needed to hear his side again to make sure he wasn’t lying to me.Kaiden had been scarce, not that I was surprised. He was good at disappearing when I needed him the most, but maybe that was for the best. I wasn’t in the mood for another one of his self-righteous lectures. I could already hear him saying, I told you so, with that infuriating smirk on his face.By morning, I was exhausted but had no choice but to drag myself to school.I walked into campus, my mind still tangled with questions, when I spotted her.Valarie.I stopped short for a while to make sure my lack of sleep wasn’t making me hallucinat
SageIt was surprising.I thought he would be angry with me for meeting her in the first place, he would know I never trusted him and decided to hear from another source.I would be furious if I was in his shoes. Anyway, I am glad he didn’t take offense.I had a new mission, stay away from Valarie.It sounded simple enough. In fact, I was determined to follow through. But, of course, the universe had other plans.Because the very next class on my schedule? History.And my new professor? Valarie.I groaned inwardly as I walked into the lecture hall, keeping my head down and moving quickly to my seat. Maybe if I didn’t make eye contact, she’d pretend I didn’t exist.No such luck.When I finally glanced up, our eyes met. She was already staring at me, an unreadable expression on her face. I forced myself to look away and focus on anything else, the desk, my notebook, the wall anything but her.I didn’t want to give her the wrong impression and make people start questioning our relationsh
SageThe first thing I became aware of was the pounding in my head. The second was the muffled sound of angry voices.I groaned and blinked my eyes open, squinting against the harsh white light of the school clinic. My vision was blurry at first, but as it cleared, I saw them.Professor and Valarie.They were standing at the foot of my bed, locked in a heated argument with hand gestures and stuff. The professor looked tired like he was tired of talking, he kept scratching the back of his neck. I knew it because everything he was exasperated by me, he often rubbed that place. I could see how much her return had taken a toll on him. I groaned again and pressed a hand to my forehead. “What… happened?”He turned to me immediately, his expression softening just slightly. “You fainted, but the nurse said it was nothing serious.”Before I could process that, Valarie let out a dramatic sigh. “Apparently, you couldn’t handle the truth. The moment you heard that we’re getting back together, y
KaidenI was sick of waiting. My impatience was beginning to piss me off.The more I watched, the more I was disappointed with the results. The other time were the pictures which didn’t work given that they were still together in their delusional world. It still wasn’t enough for me. No matter how many times I watched from the sidelines, waiting for Sage to wake up and see the truth, it wasn’t enough.He was mine.He just didn’t know it yet.And that professor? That smug, polished, perfect bastard? He was the only thing standing in my way.I had tried to be patient. Tried to wait for Sage to realize that this whole thing with the professor was doomed to fail especially during the time they were fighting.I liked that they weren’t speaking to each other and it was an opportunity for me to slip right back to where I was but it didn’t work out like that:Sage too was an idiot. Instead of crumbling, their relationship only seemed to grow stronger. It was infuriating for me.I needed a cr
SageThe words the professor had spoken stayed with me like the aftertaste of something bitter I couldn’t spit out. He wanted to involve the police. He wanted to bring Raines into this. It was as if he didn’t hear a single thing I said, that he couldn’t accept what was right in front of him. Kaiden had left.Again.We stood in the middle of his living room, the air thick with the kind of tension that always came before something broke.I still felt like I needed to say something to him. He had spent the entire car ride grumbling.He didn’t say anything out loud but it was pretty obvious with the way he was clenching his hands on the steering wheel.The second we got home, I cornered him.“You should take it,” I said finally, crossing my arms.He stared at me, baffled. “Take what?”“The truth. Take it. Accept that he’s gone. That this isn’t some elaborate kidnapping or some villain from a noir film dragging him off. Kaiden left. He chose to. You seem to be mad at me for voicing out the
SageThe car ride was dead silent. The only sound was the quiet hum of the engine and the occasional click of the blinker as the professor followed Kaiden’s manager through the streets. I sat in the passenger seat, my legs bouncing, nerves coiling tighter with every turn the black car ahead of us made.The professor’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel. He hadn’t spoken since we pulled out of the parking lot, and I didn’t try to break the silence. It was thick with tension, too thick to cut through with words that didn’t feel entirely useless right now.And I didn’t know what to say to him. Finally, the black car pulled into the driveway of a large, modern townhouse on the outskirts of the city. The place was all sharp edges and sterile lighting. A place for people who wanted to look rich, not feel anything.I knew Kaiden was making money for his manager but I didn’t think it was to this extent.Wow.The professor parked across the street, cut the engine, and stepped out
SageI woke up with a tight knot sitting right in the middle of my chest. The apartment was quiet. No sign of Kaiden, and the sun had already climbed halfway through the sky.The sheets beside me were cold. He hadn’t come home last night.Rubbing sleep from my eyes, I wandered out into the living room, expecting maybe a note, maybe Kaiden sitting on the couch eating cereal out of the box like he did when he was too tired to pretend to be put together. But it wasn’t Kaiden I found.The professor sat there, hunched on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on his knees, fingers loosely interlocked. He didn’t even glance at me when I entered.“You’re up early,” I said cautiously, voice still raspy with sleep.His eyes lifted to me. They looked tired, more than tired. Hollow. “Did Kaiden come home last night?”I shook my head. “No. I thought he went to see you. He got your message, didn’t he?”His lips pressed into a line. “I went to his condo. He wasn’t there. I waited. His car was gone.
KaidenMy phone buzzed again.I glanced down at the screen through the strobing lights of the after-party. The text was from the professor. “Are you home?” Something about him checking up tugged at my heartstrings. My chest tightened and I wanted to go home even more.Being here was challenging for me. I wasn’t home. I was at the kind of party that used to thrill me. A rooftop venue in the city, neon lights flickering against polished glasses, expensive perfume clouding the air, and beautiful people, too many beautiful people. Some I recognized from the runway. Others from TV. All of them orbiting around free liquor and someone else’s fame.I would have been delighted to have all these people around me,But none of them looked like Sage.None of them carried themselves like the professor.I leaned against the balcony railing, letting the air hit my face. I didn’t belong here. Not really. Not tonight.Months ago, I would have been thrilled to be here but right now, I wanted to be hom
KaidenThe clink of glassware and soft instrumental music floated through the private dining room, but I barely noticed any of it. My attention was locked on the man seated across from me, Desmond, the so-called sponsor, though I knew better now. He wasn’t just another businessman looking to capitalize on talent. He was the distributor. The puppeteer behind the chaos circling my life.Martin couldn’t stop talking. “You know, this whole thing… it’s a damn miracle. The sponsor paid for the new condo in full. Quietly. No credit checks, no delays. Even Sage’s outfit, hell, the professor’s tux too, he took care of it all. Who does that?”He kept saying all the things that I didn’t want to hear. Didn’t he know that I was terrified?I kept my gaze fixed on Desmond. He smiled faintly, swirling his wine like he had all the time in the world. I didn't trust that smile. It was too smooth, too practiced like everything about him.I was skeptical to be here even though I had no choice. I didn’t w
KaidenWhen we got home, Sage was still trembling in my arms.I guided him gently to the living room couch and sat with him, wrapping the throw blanket from the armrest over his shoulders. He hadn't spoken much since we left the boutique. The only sounds were the occasional hitch in his breath and the way his fingers clutched the fabric of my shirt like he needed something solid to anchor him.He really was scared, I can’t imagine how terrified he must have been. Hearing that so close to him must have pushed him off the edge. I hated seeing him that way.“I’ve got you,” I murmured. “You’re safe now.”He leaned into me, his body slowly relaxing as he drew warmth from my presence.“Kaiden,” he whispered, eyes fluttering. “I don’t understand why this is happening. Why me?”“Because you matter,” I said. “More than you know. And I swear, whoever’s behind this won’t get close to you. Not while I’m breathing.”Eventually, his head dropped to my shoulder, and his breathing slowed. I held him
SageIt was entirely unfair for someone like Amir to be real. Tall, lean, with chiseled features that looked like they belonged on a movie poster rather than in a security file, and a voice that dripped with smooth, practiced calm. He was the kind of handsome that made your thoughts scatter just a little if you looked at him for too long.And I was doing exactly that.“Mr. Amir, right?” I asked, extending a hand, hoping my voice didn’t tremble like my fingers did. “I’m Sage.”He nodded, his grip firm but not overbearing. “I know. It’s a pleasure.”He smiled and I don’t mean the empty kind people give when they’re on duty. It was warm. Polite. And it made my stomach flip in a way I hadn’t expected.But as he turned toward the room, I caught sight of Kaiden and the professor.Both of them were glaring.I blinked.Kaiden’s jaw was tight, eyes narrowed like he was assessing a threat he didn’t like the look of. The professor, arms crossed, stood with the energy of a man who’d already decid
KaidenWhen Martin dropped me in front of the professor’s house. I barely waited for him to drive off before I dug out my phone. My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before I hit Bryan’s name.He was the only one who was making an attempt to help me right now. He answered on the second ring, his voice calm and clipped, like always.“Kaiden?”“Yeah, it’s me.” I moved to the far side of the room, away from the windows, and lowered my voice. “Something weird’s going on. I need to tell you about it.”“What kind of weird?” His tone sharpened immediately.I told him everything. The prepaid boutiques. The law firm. The condo being bought out. The way no one could or would tell me who was behind it. I could practically hear him frowning on the other end of the line.“You think it’s Sage?” he asked quietly.“No,” I said quickly, too quickly. “I don’t know. I mean—I don’t want to think that. And it’s not the professor either. I know that much. They would tell me if they are trying
KaidenI stared at the silver-trimmed envelope resting on the counter between the professor and me like it was some kind of explosive. The award ceremony. My name was on the guest list, of course. It had to be. I was the damn honoree.“I have my own invite, thanks to my connections,” the professor said casually, leaning against the kitchen counter. He swirled his coffee slowly, watching the dark liquid spiral. “But I think Sage should go with you.”Sage, sitting cross-legged on the couch and peeling a tangerine, looked up with a sheepish smile. “Would that be okay with you?”I didn’t even think about it before I answered. “No.”Their expressions changed almost instantly, surprise flickered across the professor’s features and Sage’s smile faltered.“It’s enough that Sage’s already in the spotlight,” I said, trying to keep my voice even, my words reasonable. “With the way everyone’s been talking and taking photos, I don’t want to put him in harm’s way, more than I already have. If you