ROWAN’S POVThe moment Aurora stepped in, the air thickened. She already smelt like trouble — all red dress, smoldering perfume, and that sly smile that always came before chaos.When she leaned in and pressed a kiss to my cheek, whispering, "Happy birthday, Rowan," I caught Piper’s face from the corner of my eye. She was trying to play it cool, but I could read her too well. Her posture was rigid, her lips pressed into that polite line she used when she was hiding something. But her eyes… they were burning.Aurora followed my gaze. “Why are you looking at her like that?” she asked with a small, knowing smirk. Piper arched a brow, her voice steady but sharp. “Why are you looking at me at all?”Aurora’s smile widened, tilting her head just slightly like a predator who’d scented blood. “Don’t worry, love. I’m just here to wish him a happy birthday. That’s all.”I cleared my throat, trying to ease the tension. “Aurora…” I warned lightly, but she wasn’t having it. She took a step close
ROWAN’S POVThe day was as quiet as it was heavy. No unnecessary chatter in the office. No small talk from Piper. Just the occasional rustle of paper, the low hum of the AC, and the muted vibration of her phone.I’d been glancing up at her from my desk all morning, catching little moments—her leaning back in her chair, phone in hand, lips pressed into a faint smile that vanished the second she noticed me looking.She took a lot of calls today. Too many.Every time she picked up, her tone was low, her words too soft for me to catch, even in the quiet. She never turned her screen my way.By the fourth call, my chest felt tight.I told myself it was none of my business—she could be speaking to anyone. A friend. A supplier. Even her family. But the thought gnawed at me. I hated that my father’s smirk from last night kept flashing in my mind like a taunt.I pushed away from my desk and stood. “I’m getting coffee,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone.Piper didn’t even look up from her
ROWAN’S POVIt was morning, I felt light as I glanced over at the bed and noticed Piper's absence, my mind raced back to the night before as I wondered what she was discussing with my father.I went into the bathroom as I quickly freshened up , I made way for the stairs as I noticed Piper seated comfortably on the dinning eating breakfast.She didn’t even glance up, I took the chair opposite hers, a maid placed a plate in front of me, and I muttered a quiet thanks without looking away from Piper.She was focused on her food, but I could see it—the faint tightness in her jaw, the way her fingers lingered a fraction too long on the fork. She was thinking about something. Hiding something.I cut into my toast, chewing slowly, though my mind wasn’t on the meal. What exactly did my father tell you? Or… what did you tell him?The questions buzzed like static in my head. Ruben had a way of turning a casual conversation into a game of manipulation, and Piper… Well, she was still figuring h
AURORA’S POVI brushed one final stroke of gloss over my lips and gave myself a once-over in the mirror. The nude satin blouse hugged my curves just enough to tease but not enough to scream desperation. My curls were swept into a loose bun, gold hoops dangling just above my shoulders. Subtle, elegant—like I wasn’t trying hard. Even though I was.“Where exactly are you going all dolled up like that?” Amanda’s voice sliced through my confidence like a hot knife through butter.I glanced at her from the mirror. She was lying on the bed, flipping through her phone like she hadn’t been watching me the whole time.I forced a smile. “Just meeting Matthew. Ice cream.”She raised a perfectly sculpted brow. “You hate ice cream.”“I don’t hate it. I just... don’t love it.”Amanda tossed her phone aside and sat up. “You sure this is just a friendly meet-up?”I turned around, crossing my arms. “It is.”“Right.” She stared at me like she was waiting for the truth to crawl out of my mouth on its ow
ROWAN’S POVFor a moment, I stood frozen by the door, her voice echoing louder in my mind than it had in the room."Maybe you can sleep in our room tonight."I didn’t turn immediately. I couldn't. My hand rested against the knob, cold metal grounding me against the heat creeping up the back of my neck. What the hell did she mean by that? Was she testing me? Or worse… was she starting to mean it?When I finally looked over my shoulder, Piper was already on her bed in the room, pretending to adjust her pillows like she hadn’t just cracked the atmosphere wide open. The silk robe she wore barely brushed her thighs, and her hair was a messy halo down her back, she had already covered her self but it was just her legs.Nothing about her looked calculated but everything about her felt dangerous.“I said maybe,” she added quickly without looking up. “You don’t have to act like I asked you to climb into bed with me.”I exhaled sharply, the corner of my mouth twitching. Of course, she had to
ROWAN’S POV“How are you, our dear Mrs. Piper Archer?”I bristled.Piper blinked.Her voice was polite, tight. “I’m well, sir. Thank you.”“You look stunning, as always,” Ruben said smoothly. “I hope my son is treating you right?”I clenched my fists, jaw ticking.She hesitated before replying. “He’s… accommodating.”"That’s good to hear." Ruben sipped his whiskey, gaze settling on me now. “Rowan, let’s have a word.”Piper turned towards the stairs, but Ruben stopped her. “You should stay. This concerns you.”So she did.He talked business about the logistics deal from Spain, the warehouse expansion in the South, all of it coated in the kind of sweet poison my father specialized in. Piper said little, but I could see her observing him, reading between the lines like a hawk.Something about the conversation felt… off. Like there was more being said that I wasn’t picking up on. They both nodded too often. Agreed too quickly. She even leaned in once to whisper something back, and Ruben c