MasukRONAN POV
Mondays and Tuesdays were the worst.Every week came with endless obligations… interviews, photo ops, talk shows I’d rather sleep through. If I could, I’d hide in the locker room or stay home and sleep my way through the day and let the world spin without me I would But I couldn’t. Being the center for the New York Rangers meant I had responsibilities whether I liked them or not.This morning … I wasn't in the mood.I sat back in Dylan’s office chIVY POVThe taxi crawled through Manhattan like it was dragging its own exhaustion behind it. Rain glossed the streets, turning headlights into smeared streaks of gold and red. I watched it all through the window, my reflection faint against the glass .. composed, polished, controlled.Not the girl I used to be.But every time the lights flickered, I saw him in my head instead.Roman.Leaning against that black car like he owned the world. That arrogant half-smile. Those eyes that had followed me into my dreams for six long years.I tightened my grip on the edge of the seat.Focus, Ivy.You’re not that fragile girl anymore. You’re a lawyer—a senior associate in one of the most ruthless firms in New York. You argue with billionaires for breakfast. You don’t spiral because of one man and a memory.My phone buzzed again.And again.I didn’t need to look to know who it was.But I
IVY POV The moment the conference room door shut behind me, I let out the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. My hands were shaking. Unbelievable. Of all the clients in New York… it had to be him. I walked down the glass hallway slowly, heels clicking against the floor, forcing my face to stay neutral in case anyone looked up. I would not be the dramatic new girl who couldn’t handle a client. I would not let Hale unravel me in my first week here. I reached my office, closed the door softly, and leaned against it. Six years. Six years since he walked away, as if what we had meant nothing. Six years since I cried myself to sleep wondering what I did wrong. Six years since I promised myself I would never let a man hurt or make me feel that small again. And now he was sitting across from me like fate had a twisted sense of humor.
IVY POVMy hand froze on the handle.No. No way.It can’t be him.But there he was… Ronan Hale. Broad shoulders, that impossible posture, those piercing eyes I hadn’t been able to erase from my memory. My chest tightened, my breath catching in a way it hadn’t in years.“Cross,” he said, voice low, familiar… like we were friendsI swallowed hard.Ivy, focus. Remember why you’re here.I reminded myself of the files, the strategy, the memo I’d just crafted. But my brain refused to cooperate. All I could see was him. The memory of the last time I’d seen him, the betrayal, the heartbreak… it all crashed back. And yet, underneath that old ache, something else stirred.A strange pull I thought I’d buried forever.I swallowed again, forcing myself to steady the folder in my hands. “H… hello, Mr…?” I stammered, my voice smaller than I wanted it to be. Pretending not to know his name as his eyes never le
RONAN POVMondays and Tuesdays were the worst.Every week came with endless obligations… interviews, photo ops, talk shows I’d rather sleep through. If I could, I’d hide in the locker room or stay home and sleep my way through the day and let the world spin without me I would But I couldn’t. Being the center for the New York Rangers meant I had responsibilities whether I liked them or not.This morning … I wasn't in the mood.I sat back in Dylan’s office chair, sipping my coffee, eyes half-lidded, waiting for him to finish a phone call. Dylan had been my agent for six years… annoying as hell, goofy as a cartoon character, but somehow, through all the chaos, he had my back.Yeah… no, no, I get it,” Dylan said, pacing. “But trust me, this sponsorship deal is golden. We just have to push the timing right. I’ve been telling them…this is exactly what the team wants.”I frowned, taking another sip of coffee. “And you think they’ll go f
IVY POVThe first file was worse than I expected.Sports compliance case. High-profile athlete. Alleged contract breach, endorsement fallout, media vultures already circling. If this went wrong, it wouldn’t just be a courtroom loss... it would be front-page humiliation.“Cute,” I muttered under my breath.Harrington hadn’t given me busy work.He’d given me something explosive.I flipped open the second file.Intellectual property dispute between two tech companies. Billions at stake. Aggressive opposing counsel. Multiple jurisdictions are involved.He didn’t want to see if I could survive.He wanted to see if I could dominate… crashFine.I kicked off my heels under the desk, tucked my legs beneath me, and started mapping timelines on a legal pad. Dates. Clauses. Breach points. Weaknesses.Thirty minutes in, I forgot to be nervous.An hour in, I forgot I was new.
IVY POVMorning came too fast.For a split second, I forgot where I was. The bed was softer. The room unfamiliar. Sunlight streamed through massive windows instead of my tiny Chicago blinds.Then it hit me.New York.First day.Kirkland & Ellis.…Manhattan branch.I shot upright.“Oh, my God.”I grabbed my phone from the nightstand—6:42 AM.Not late. Thank God cos are not repeating the mistake of yesterday.I slipped out of bed and walked toward the windows. The city was already awake… yellow cabs slicing through traffic, distant horns, the low hum of ambition in the air.Today wasn’t just about showing up.Today was about making a statement.If Steven thought I was a transfer inconvenience, fine.I'm about show them the sharpest inconvenience he’d ever met.I opened my suitcase and laid everything out on the bed.Black tailored trousers.Struc
IVY POVThe next morning, I woke to the sound of soft lips on my forehead.“Good morning, sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice low and warm.Did he just call me… sweetheart?“Morning…” I mumbled, still half asleep, my heart skipping a beat.Before I could e
IVY POVHe slammed his cock back into me, and I cried out, arching into him as he moved faster, harder. My back hit the sheets with every thrust, and a desperate, shaky moan ripped from my lips.His hands were on me, gripping both my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples as h
IVY POVHis lips met mine again, slower this time, like he was savoring it. Not rushing. Not taking. Just… feeling me. My breath tangled with his, my hands clutching his shirt as if letting go might undo this moment.He rested his forehead against mine once more, his thumb brushing m
IVY POV“Water,” he said hoarsely.I jumped up right away, grabbed a bottle from the table, and twisted the cap open. My hands were shaking a little as I brought it to him.He took a few slow sips, then frowned. “Fuck… I hate drugs.”I huffed softly. “They’ll m







