LOGINSADE I sat in my office that day finally thinking about how the partnership between Kross and I was over, the last signatures inked, the previous documents signed, and for a moment I just sat back in my chair, staring at the paperwork like if I blinked long enough, it might all disappear, like the months of tension, negotiations, late nights, and stolen glances never happened, but of course, it didn’t, it was all still there, thick in my chest, heavy and impossible. The first day of the three-day arrangement finally came with coffee and cake, his choice, carefully arranged on the table like he was trying to soften the edges of whatever this was between us. And I watched him set it down, his fingers brushing the table almost absentmindedly, the tension in his jaw as if every smile he gave cost him something. I couldn’t help but notice that even now, after the partnership ended, he still carried the weight of his own emotions like a shadow I could feel pressing close.We didn’t talk
SADE A week after Kross and I had that brief moment, nothing had settled, not inside me and not around us either, and I kept waiting for the tension to either break or burn itself out, but nothing happened. It just stayed, quiet and heavy, the kind of pressure that doesn’t scream but makes your shoulders ache from carrying it too long.He was still here. Still showing up every other day, still finding reasons that sounded like business but felt personal, no matter how carefully he dressed them up, and I hated myself for noticing the patterns because noticing meant caring and caring meant vulnerability, something I had worked very hard to outgrow.Monday was the first time I knew he was starting to cross the line.He walked into a board review he had no reason to attend anymore, and the room shifted the moment he sat down, jacket off, sleeves rolled, posture relaxed, as if he had never left, as if he still belonged at that table.I didn’t stop the presentation.I didn’t acknowledge h
KROSSI frequented Sade's company, which I knew people would notice, and they did.I knew they did because people always notice when someone changes their pattern, and I just did mine. My car is parked in front of Sade’s building more than once a week. My name appeared on her visitor log too often to be a coincidence. Staff whispered when I passed through the halls, as if they were watching a story unfold instead of minding their business and working their jobs.Cynthia noticed immediately.She stood in my doorway one afternoon, arms folded, eyes sharp, the way they always got when she thought I was about to do something reckless.“There are cameras,” she said plainly. “Inside and outside. People are starting to talk.”I didn’t look up from the folder in my hand. “Let them.”She frowned. “This isn’t like you, sir.”I finally met her eyes. “I’m done pretending I don’t care.”She studied my face for a long moment. “You’re colder lately.”“I’m focused,” I replied.She sighed. “You’re wal
KROSSI might have told Sade I was here for business, but I knew, as much as she did, that it was a lie. I came into her office a few times after that, and today was no exception. I met her in the hallway, a few feet from her office. She paused and looked at me, didn’t raise her voice when she spoke, and somehow that made it worse.“You should leave me alone,” she said, standing across from me with her arms folded like she was holding herself together by force. “You left me when I needed you the most, and you don’t get to come back now and act like proximity equals repair.”The words landed deep in my heart; it hurt so much because it was true, and I had not known them.“I didn’t leave to hurt you,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my throat felt tight. “I left because I thought you deserved to experience life without leaning on me, I thought if you found yourself first, then whatever we had would be real and chosen and not something built on comfort or timing.”She laughed
SADEEven though my resolve was unyielding, I didn’t expect my heart to jump as it did, and I hated that it did because for a split second, all I could do was stare at him like the last three years hadn’t happened and like I hadn’t taught myself how to breathe without him in my space.But the shock wore off, and annoyance took over.“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended, but not apologetic enough to soften it.Kross just stood there like he owned the room, even though technically he didn’t, his jacket perfectly fitted, his expression calm in that infuriating way that made it seem like he always had control even when he didn’t deserve it.“Business, Sade,” he replied.I scoffed and shifted my weight, heels pressing into the carpet as if grounding myself would stop my pulse from racing. “Yes, but why are you really here?” He looked at me then, really looked, and there it was, that familiar intensity that used to make me feel seen and now made me feel expo
KROSS I should have been working; I had tons of files opened on my desk, numbers waiting for my decisions.Emails blinked unanswered on my screen, yet I sat down with my tie loose around my neck like I had given up halfway through the day, and a bottle of whiskey sat within reach even though it was still light outside.I was on my phone scrolling for the hundredth time today, and Sade’s name came up without effort because I never really stopped looking for it. Articles, interviews, and photos from events I never attended. Clips of her walking into rooms like she owned the air inside them.I stopped on a picture that made my jaw tighten.She was smiling, not the polite smile she used for cameras but the softer one she rarely showed anymore, and beside her stood that man again, close enough that their shoulders touched, his hand hovering at her back like it belonged there.I zoomed in.“Who the fuck is he?” I muttered, anger building up roughly in my voice.I scrolled further and there







