LOGINXavier’s POVSilenceThe hallway becomes completely still.Anna stands frozen in front of me while the phone screen glows between my hands.Headlines.Documents.Contract pages.Enough information to destroy everything we spent months protecting.My ThoughtsImpossible.The contract access was restricted.Legal department only.Executive clearance only.Which means this was not accidental.It was deliberate.Targeted.WorseTimed perfectly.RealisationAfter the investor dinner.After public attention increased.After Anna finally started trusting what existed between us.Not coincidence.Strategy.My FocusNot on the company.Not on the scandal.On her.AnnaShe looks pale.Still staring at the screen like she stopped breathing somewhere between one headline and the next.My Voice“Anna.”Low.Controlled.Careful.Her Eyes Lift SlowlyAnd what I see there immediately tightens something violently inside my chest.Humiliation.Fear.Doubt.DangerousAbsolutely not.The ProblemI know e
Anna’s POVThe CityThe city looks unreal from up here.Lights stretching endlessly beneath the rooftop.Rain shimmering softly against the glass.Music low enough to feel private.And somehow—None of it feels as overwhelming as Xavier sitting beside me.The DifferenceTonight feels dangerous in a completely different way.Not because of tension.Not because of uncertainty.Because things are finally becoming honest.XavierHe’s quieter now.Not distant.Comfortable.And I realise slowly that this version of Xavier may be the rarest one of all.My Observation“You think too much.”His Eyes Lift“That’s a criticism.”My Smile“It’s an observation.”UnexpectedThe corner of his mouth shifts slightly again.That almost-smile.And honestly?I think I’m becoming addicted to it.The TruthThree months ago, Xavier Cortez terrified me.Now—He still terrifies me.Just differently.Dinner Ends SlowlyNeither of us rushes the evening.Which feels important somehow.Like both of us understand t
Xavier’s POVThe DriveI should not be nervous.It’s dinner.One evening.One decision I have negotiated, planned, and controlled carefully.And yet—My pulse has been unsteady since Anna opened the bedroom door.The ProblemThe necklace was a risk.A calculated one.Still a risk.Because gifts imply intention.And intention changes everything between us.AnnaShe sits beside me quietly in the backseat, city lights sliding across her face through the rain-streaked windows.Every few seconds, my attention drifts toward her again.Unacceptable.Predictable.WorseShe keeps touching the necklace unconsciously.Like she still can’t believe I gave it to her.Dangerous ThoughtI would buy her ten more immediately if she keeps looking at it like that.ControlThis is precisely why emotional attachment is problematic.It alters priorities.The RestaurantThe rooftop restaurant remains private exactly as requested.Minimal staff.Restricted access.No media presence.No interruptions.I arrang
Anna’s POVThe Entire DayI make exactly three mistakes during the morning meeting.Which, unfortunately, is three more than usual.Clara Notices Immediately“You typed the same date twice.”I blink down at the tablet in mild horror.Oh God.I actually did.My Excuse“I’m distracted.”Clara’s Dry Tone“Yes. The entire floor has noticed.”EmbarrassmentHeat rushes into my face instantly.“That obvious?”ClaraShe gives me a long look.“You reorganised the presentation folders alphabetically and then by colour.”A pause.“That’s usually a sign of emotional instability.”Internal PanicWonderful.Even my stress is becoming organised.WorseAnd somehow Clara looks entertained by this.Traitor.The Real ProblemI cannot stop thinking about tonight.About the way Xavier looked when he asked me.About the fact that he hesitated.Xavier Cortez never hesitates.Unless something matters to him.Dangerous ThoughtAnd tonight matters.The Hours PassSlowly.Painfully.Every glance at the clock fe
Anna’s POVThe MorningSomething feels different the next morning.Not lighter.Not easier.Just—Decided.The MansionThe house is unusually quiet when I walk downstairs.Soft sunlight spills across the marble floors while the scent of coffee drifts faintly from the kitchen.Normal.Everything looks normal.And yet my chest feels tight with expectation anyway.My ThoughtsLast night changed something.Not between us.Inside him.I saw it.The moment Xavier stopped fighting himself.DangerousAnd somehow—That feels far more dangerous than the tension ever did.Mrs. Alvarez“You’re smiling.”I blink immediately.“What?”Mrs. Alvarez hides amusement poorly while placing fruit onto a tray.“You’ve been staring at the same coffee cup for two minutes.”EmbarrassmentHeat rises instantly to my face.Apparently I’m becoming obvious now.Wonderful.My Excuse“I’m tired.”Her Expression“Mhm.”She clearly does not believe me.At all.WorseUnfortunately—I probably wouldn’t believe me either.
Xavier’s POVControlControl has always been simple for me.Emotions are variables.Variables create instability.Instability creates weakness.So I learned early: Remove emotion. Maintain structure. Stay focused.Efficient.Reliable.Safe.Anna Changed ThatThat is the problem.My OfficeI stare at the city skyline through the glass walls of my office long after Anna leaves.The conversation still replaying in my mind.> “Like this was becoming real.”It is real.That’s precisely why I created distance.The TruthBecause if I continue reacting instinctively around her—I will cross lines I cannot uncross.And for the first time in years—That possibility does not feel strategic.It feels personal.DangerousVery dangerous.My ThoughtsAnna believes I pulled away because I regret what’s happening between us.The reality is significantly worse.I pulled away because I don’t regret it enough.RealisationI enjoy her presence too much now.I notice her absence immediately.I look for her







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