ALEXA’S POVThe day had finally come. The day I had been preparing for, imagining, rehearsing in front of the mirror with my sultry smiles and poses.With deliberate care, I painted my lips a bold red, the kind that always drew stares and whispered envy. My black gown hugged my body in all the right places, curves outlined as though the dress had been designed just for me. I spritzed on my perfume—seductive, warm, almost sinful—letting the scent wrap around me like armor. My friend Alicia, perched on the bed behind me, whistled.“Damn, girl. You’re not going to a meeting; you’re going to break hearts.”I smirked at her through the mirror. “That’s the plan. And one heart in particular.”She rolled her eyes, but her smile was knowing. Alicia knew me too well. She knew that beneath my confidence and allure, there was a name echoing through my every thought. Rowan Archer.The man who once knew me better than most people…yet chose to forget me.I slid into my sleek car, hands gripping th
PIPER’S POVThe next time I opened my eyes, the first thing that greeted me wasn’t sunlight, or even Rowan’s quiet presence beside me. It was the smell of food.Warm, rich, comforting. My nose twitched, and I blinked the sleep from my eyes. I sat up slowly, realizing that a tray sat across my lap—avocado toasts, golden and perfectly cut, with a steaming mug of coffee beside them.My stomach growled so loudly I laughed. “Oh my God, I didn’t even realize how hungry I was.”Rowan, standing near the dresser and adjusting his cufflinks, turned to me with that calm, collected expression of his. “That’s because you fell asleep halfway through the movie,” he said matter-of-factly.Heat rushed to my cheeks. “I… did?”“Yes,” he replied, his lips twitching ever so slightly, like he was holding back a smile. “You lasted maybe twenty minutes before your head was on my shoulder. You were out cold.”I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “Great. I probably drooled too.”He chuckled softly—rare,
PIPER’S POV“Urrrghh.”The sound stayed in my head, though I never said it out loud. I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek, forcing myself to keep my expression neutral as my mother stood there, grinning like she had just walked into a party instead of crashing into the most vulnerable moment of my life.She balanced her shopping bags like trophies, her eyes shining with satisfaction. All I could think was why now? Why this very second, when Rowan’s face had been so close to mine, when I had been one heartbeat away from tasting his lips?It felt like fate was mocking me.I kept staring at her, my chest tight, as if the words stuck in my throat might choke me. She tilted her head and looked at me, her brows arching as though I had committed some grave offense.“Well?” she asked sharply. “Don’t you know how to welcome your own mother?”I blinked, forcing myself to snap out of my daze. “You’re welcome, Mom.”Her smirk widened, as if she had won something. “That’s better. Anyways, I’
ROWAN’S POVFor once, there was no echo of Lia’s voice ringing down the halls, no tension lingering like smoke in the air. Piper and I had the place to ourselves, and the relief of that simple fact was enough to make me loosen the tightness in my chest.After dinner, I suggested we watch a movie together. I half expected her to refuse—Piper often hid behind her busyness when she didn’t want to think—but tonight she surprised me.“Alright,” she said, with a small smile tugging at her lips. “But you’re in charge of the popcorn.”I smirked, rising to my feet. “Popcorn it is. Don’t blame me if it burns.”Her laugh followed me into the kitchen, and for a second I just stood there, listening to it. It wasn’t often I heard Piper laugh freely. That sound alone was worth all the chaos of earlier.We settled on the couch, popcorn bowl between us, blankets pulled over our laps. She leaned into the cushions, tucking her legs beneath her, her hair spilling across her shoulder. I scrolled through t
ROWAN’S POVThe meeting dragged on longer than I wanted, but my attention wasn’t on the slides, or the endless voices arguing about ad campaigns and competitors. My focus was on Piper.She slipped in late, her eyes avoiding mine as she quietly took her seat. Something about her face made my chest tighten—it was twisted, tight with tension. I knew right away that something had happened, but here wasn’t the place to ask. Not with the entire boardroom watching.So I forced myself to sit still, to play the role of the composed CEO while my mind itched with questions. Only when the meeting ended, and we walked out together into the quiet hallway, did I finally let my concern show.As we approached the car, I opened the door for her, then slid into the driver’s seat. My fingers tapped against the steering wheel.“What’s wrong?” I asked, keeping my voice firm but not sharp.She glanced at me, then quickly looked away. “It’s nothing.”I gave her a look. “Piper.”Her shoulders sagged. “Fine. I
ROWAN’S POVMorning crept into the Archer estate with a hush of gold bleeding through the curtains. I was already awake—habit, discipline, or maybe just the unrest that came from balancing business wars with the complicated presence of Piper in my life. Pulling on my shirt, I adjusted my cuffs, trying to shut out the weight of last night. Lia—her mother—was still under my roof.I paused at the top of the stairs, hearing nothing from the guest wing. She’s still asleep, I thought with a quiet sigh of relief. Lia had a way of filling silence with sharp words, and the last thing I needed this morning was a confrontation before work.I made my way to the dining room. Coffee was already served, steam curling into the morning air. I’d barely taken a sip before Piper appeared, still tugging at her robe. Sleep clung to her eyes, hair mussed in a way that somehow made her look softer, more fragile.“You’re up early,” she muttered, rubbing her temple.“Habit,” I replied, then glanced at the cl