LOGINIVY POV
The night lasted longer than I thought it would.We talked until the wine was almost gone and the candles burned down to small pools of wax. At some point, Zoe kicked off her heels and followed me into my room “just for five minutes.”She was asleep in two.I lay beside her, staring at the ceiling. The city hummed outside the penthouse windows... distant traffic, a faint siren, life moving on like it always does.My phone was face down on tIVY POVBy the time I made it to the bar, the city lights were bouncing off the wet streets like they were trying to hypnotize me. I needed a drink. A strong, reckless drink that would erase the tension of the day… even if just for an hour.The place was dim, low music humming through the speakers, a few patrons scattered around. Perfect. I slid onto a stool at the end of the bar and ordered something strong… neat. Whiskey. Black. No frills.I watched the amber liquid swirl, tried to focus on nothing at all. But my mind betrayed me. Hale. Ronan. Every step I’d taken tonight, every breath I’d stolen to ignore him… it all came crashing back.I sighed, leaning my elbows on the counter, willing myself to relax. Maybe a drink or two would make me forget, just long enough.And then I felt it. That presence.A shadow at the edge of the bar.I didn’t have to turn around to know. My gut screamed it before my brain even processed.
IVY POVThe elevator doors slid shut, sealing me inside a mirrored box with my reflection.Calm face.Steady breathing.I stared at myself as the elevator rose.“You don’t mean that.” His voice replayed in my head like it had a permanent lease there.Watch me. I muttered to myselfThe doors opened onto my floor. I stepped out like nothing had happened. Associates rushed past. Phones rang. Deadlines breathed down everyone’s necks.Good. Noise helped.I walked into my office and shut the door softly behind me.Two seconds later, my phone buzzed.Of course.Ronan.“You can’t keep running from me Ivy.”I typed back immediately.I’m walking away. There’s a difference.Three dots appeared.Why are you being difficultMy jaw tightened.You have a really big nerve to make demands.No response for a full minut
IVY POVI stood there a moment longer after he left.The room still felt like him. Like expensive cologne and unfinished conversations.I exhaled slowly and straightened the papers on my desk that didn’t need straightening.Matured. Grown. I Don’t Give Fuck.That’s the version of me he gets now.I stepped out into the hallway. Amanda glanced up immediately.“You okay?” she asked quietly.“I’m fine,” I said smoothly. “Please make sure Mr. Hale schedules a meeting next time.”Her eyebrows lifted slightly. “Of course.”Next time.The fact that I said that annoyed me.I walked toward Harrington’s office, heels steady against marble floors. The firm was alive now…. partners moving fast, associates whispering strategy, ambition humming in the air.This is my world.Not him.Harrington didn’t look up when I entered. “I heard Hale stopped by.”Of co
IVY POVThe night lasted longer than I thought it would.We talked until the wine was almost gone and the candles burned down to small pools of wax. At some point, Zoe kicked off her heels and followed me into my room “just for five minutes.”She was asleep in two.I lay beside her, staring at the ceiling. The city hummed outside the penthouse windows... distant traffic, a faint siren, life moving on like it always does.My phone was face down on the nightstand.I hadn’t checked it again.I wouldn’t.I closed my eyes and told myself I didn’t care.Eventually, sleep pulled me under.Morning came too fast.My alarm vibrated at six. I quickly grabbed it before it could wake Zoe. She was sprawled across my bed, hair everywhere, one arm thrown over my pillow like she owned it.I smiled.Some things never change.I slipped out of bed quietly and went into the
IVY 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 POVFinally… graduation day.The day I’d been waiting for, dreaming about, working toward since I first set foot on Frostmont.I adjusted my cap nervously, smoothing my gown one last time. Mrs. Reyes had pulled me aside the week before.“Ivy, I want you to
IVY POVFinally… the exams were over. My brain felt like mush, my body heavy, and my emotions all over the place.I wasn’t even sure if I did well. I kept thinking about my grades, wondering if all the tears, the heartbreak, and the late nights had messed everything up. My goal… I ne
IVY POVI kept walking, but my steps slowed, my thoughts tangling.At home.The exams were brought to him.That meant he really wasn’t coming back. Not for finals. Not for graduation. Not for me.My chest ached, sharp and deep, and I pressed my lips together, re
IVY POVIt’s been a week since Ronan broke up with me.No calls.No texts.Nothing.He canceled all our tutoring sessions without a single explanation, like I never existed at all.I sat quietly in Professor Reyes’s office, hands folded in my lap, while







