LOGINCrandon’s POVThe woes of suspension are plaging my life. I sit in front of the therapist my company and definitely my father forced me to see. Do I think I need to be here?No.The fuck.I don’t.I know exactly what’s going on with me.Chandler, the therapist, taps his pen against the notepad like he’s waiting for me to break into a confession. I just sit there, twiddling my thumbs. Sixth session with him. And if I don’t show up, I can’t go back to work. So here I am, wasting oxygen.He sighs.“So, Mr. Crandon… Mr. Morgan.”I stare at him. “You gon’ say all my names?”He chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m not forcing you to be here. This is our sixth session, and you still haven’t told me anything. The reason you’re here is because of what? You had a little breakdown at work, your job made you come. So tell me why you think you’re sitting in that chair.”I sigh. “I’m here because I’m forced to be here. Next question.”He nods, like he expected that. “Okay. Since you’re forced to be
Sienna’s POV I took a deep breath as I walked away from Knox because the last thing I wanted was for him to see me rattled. After I kissed him and headed to my office, I held myself together until the door closed behind me, but I didn’t even get a full second to fall apart.Trevor was already in my doorway, smiling like the human version of sunshine.I couldn’t help but smile back. “Hey, Trevor. Good morning.”“Hey, boss, what’s up?” He came into the room doing this goofy little shoulder shake that always cracks me up. He is the exact energy I need when I’m in a bad mood.“We got a lot of shit to do, so let’s get started,” he said. “It’s tax season.”I groaned. “Don’t remind me. I have to go talk to Shane on floor two. He has five new companies, and he needs to travel to two of them next week, and he’s picking up receipts from other three the following week. It’s going to be rough, but we’ve gotten so many new clients this year, and it's ridiculous.”Trevor nodded. “I’m heading to fl
KNOX’S POV Two months fly by before I even realize it, and suddenly it’s a Monday morning in the middle of Chicago’s disrespectful ass winter. I wake up to my beautiful fiancée, who is knocked out cold and snoring like she paid rent for that sound. I lie there for a minute just laughing at her, and she doesn’t even flinch.Sienna is coming up on twenty-eight weeks now, shit, almost the third trimester, and I’m damn near buzzing with excitement. Before this pregnancy, I didn’t understand how any of this worked. Trimesters, measurements, Doppler scans, and etcetera, and I was clueless. But last week the doctor said she’d officially be entering the third trimester soon and that the baby looks great. We decided not to find out the gender, so everything is neutral for now.But between me and God? I already know it’s a girl.The way that baby is flopping around in there, spreading everything open like she’s stretching for a gymnastics audition? Yeah. That’s a girl. I can’t see anything cle
Sienna's POV As we pull up to the penthouse, I let out a long, exhausted sigh. I glance over at Knox. He looks done. Over it, and beyond drained.I squeeze his hand.“Let’s just go in, take a hot shower, and go to bed.”He huffs a tired laugh.“Yes, please. Because this was a long-ass day. From that bitch Jen, to you basically becoming a balloon artist, to me trying to stop Carmen from beating Crandon’s ass even worse than she already did… I’m running on less than five hours of sleep because of my brother and your friend fucking all night. I’m pooped. I just want to wash my baby, I want you to wash me, I want to kiss you, I want you to kiss me, and I want to hug you tight and go to sleep.”I can’t help but laugh as we get out of the car. He grabs our to-go plates, and we head toward the elevator, until Kole’s car pulls up.“Oh shit, I forgot,” I say.“Yeah. I forgot too,” Knox mutters.Kole and Keisha hop out, still smiling at each other like teenagers, and Knox just sighs.“Come on,
Carmen’s POV As I stand up from the table and say I’ve gotta use the bathroom, I don’t think anything of it. It’s a baby shower. It’s full of people. And most of them are my family. So if anybody tried anything, it would be on and popping up in here, even with the Morgans present and Martin’s raggedy ass sister here. Half of them are basically family too.I walk past the crowd, past the bar, and head into the house, hearing the two dogs barking in the back. I laugh and say, “Yep, those are my doggie cousins.”I slip into the small first floor bathroom, take care of business, wash my hands, fix my hair, swipe on lip gloss, do a couple lip smacks to make sure everything looks glossy. Then I open the door...And there he is.I take a deep breath.“Crandon… what now? Like.... what? What do you want from me?”He pushes me back into the bathroom and closes the door.“Oh, so now we’re closing doors?” I say. “Explain. What... do.... you... want?”He looks at me with this fake sincerity and g
Sienna’s POV As I finally calm down, I sit there tearing up my jerk chicken, my jerk egg rolls, anything with heat, anything with spice, because that’s literally all I crave. This baby is about to come out with a full coat of hair the way these spices are tagging my esophagus. The heartburn is unreal, and Knox keeps telling me to stop eating spicy foods, but listen… it’s a habit at this point. And the wild part? Before I got pregnant, I couldn’t stand spicy foods. Now, from the flavor, to the burn, and the essence, yum yum yum. I’m a whole hypocrite.And I have to calm down, because I am two seconds from getting up and beating Jennifer’s ass into a whole new tax bracket. I’m trying to breathe. Trying to be civil. Trying to take the grown woman approach.Knox eats with one hand, while rubbing slow circles on my back with the other, and it does help… a little.I look over at Keisha and Kole, and they’re all lovey-dovey, damn near have heart eyes for each other. And I’m sitting here lik
Knox’s POV continued “It’s almost ten,” Sienna said, her voice teasing as she tilted her head and looked at me. “So, buddy... are you spending the night or going home?”I smirked, rubbing the back of my neck. “I mean... it is Wednesday. We both have work tomorrow.”She leaned in, that smile of her
Carmen’s POVThe hallway felt colder than usual as I made my way to Crandon’s office. Maybe it was the way I’d just laid everything out to the girls, or maybe it was the weight of what I was about to say. My heels made soft clicks against the tile, echoing a rhythm that didn’t match the pounding of
Third-person POV As Knox wrapped up the presentation, the room slowly began to clear. But Sienna lingered, her gaze fixed on him with a new kind of intensity. It wasn’t just admiration anymore, something had shifted. Before, she’d respected him as a boss, maybe even more after their brief, beautif
Knox's POV Tuesday AfternoonDr. Thompson’s Office“So… tell me about your weekend,” Dr. Thompson said as she settled into her chair, legs crossed, notepad balanced neatly in her lap.I sat across from her, elbows on my knees, trying not to smirk like some lovesick fool.I told her everything.The







