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Chapter 123: The Calm
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Winning Her Back Chapter 127: The Anchor and the Storm
The first thing I was aware of was the weight of his hand on my hip, a warm, solid anchor in the quiet sea of dawn. It wasn't possessive or demanding, just present. A constant. A promise etched into skin and bone.Sunlight, pale and hesitant, filtered through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets and the hard plane of his chest. I watched him sleep, the fierce lines of his face softened in repose, his dark lashes fanning against his cheeks. This was the face of the man who had shattered me and then, with infinite care, gathered every piece and put me back together. The vulnerability in that thought was a physical ache in my throat.I shifted minutely, and his hand tightened, just a fraction, a subconscious pull back toward him. A sigh escaped his lips, my name a breathless whisper in his sleep. The sound went through me like a live wire. Last night had been a raw, open nerve, but this… this careful, quiet claiming was its own kind of intensity. It threatened to undo m
Winning Her Back Chapter 126: The Reckoning
One careless, dismissive flick of his wrist. That’s all it had been. And it had undone everything.He was still by the door, his hand now limp at his side. I could feel his confusion like a physical pressure against my skin. He saw the devastation on my face, I knew he did, but the why of it was a locked door to him. It was the story of us, the old, painful story I’d been stupid enough to believe was over.“Lila?” His voice was softer now, cautious. It was the tone you’d use on a spooked animal you were afraid would bolt or bite. “What’s wrong?”The words were a echo, a cruel joke. What’s wrong? he’d asked a thousand times in our past life, always with that same edge of impatient frustration, never truly wanting the messy, emotional answer. My throat closed up. If I tried to speak, I’d either scream or whimper, and I refused to do either.I turned my back to him, pretending to fiddle with a tube of cadmium red, my hands trembling so badly I nearly dropped it. I just needed a second. A
Winning Her Back Chapter 125: The Echo
The smell of linseed oil and fresh coffee was the scent of a happiness so profound it felt fragile, like a soap bubble shimmering in the palm of my hand. Morning light, clean and sharp, cut across my studio, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air and the man who was watching me from my couch.Ethan was stretched out, a financial journal open but ignored on his lap, his attention entirely focused on me. He wore a simple grey henley and dark jeans, and he looked more at home in my chaotic space than he ever had in his own sterile penthouse. His gaze was a physical warmth on my skin, a silent, steady applause that fueled every stroke of my brush.I was attempting to capture the exact shade of gold in his eyes when he’s truly, unguardedly happy. It was a color I’d only recently been introduced to.“You’re staring,” I said, not looking away from the canvas, a smile playing on my lips.“I’m appreciating,” he corrected, his voice a low hum that vibrated in the quiet room. “There’s a
Winning Her Back Chapter 124: Under the Spotlight
The knock on my door was firm, a sound that was becoming as familiar to me as my own heartbeat. I took one last steadying breath, my gaze catching on my reflection in the dark window. The emerald velvet felt like a second skin, cool and impossibly soft. Sandra had been right. It wasn’t a costume; it was armor.I opened the door.And the air left my lungs.Ethan stood in the hallway, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just him. He was in a tuxedo, a masterpiece of black tailoring that hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The bowtie was perfectly knotted, the white of his shirt stark against his tan skin. But it was his eyes that undid me completely. They darkened, the usual sharp intensity softening into something awestruck and utterly reverent. His gaze traveled over me, a slow, scorching journey from the swept-up twist of my hair, down the column of my throat, over the simple lines of the dress, and back to my face.He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. The raw, unguarded
Winning Her Back Chapter 123: The Calm
I woke to the sound of his breathing.It was the first thing I was aware of, even before I opened my eyes. A deep, steady rhythm in the quiet of my room. The light filtering through my window was soft, a pale, buttery gold that spoke of mid-morning. I’d slept. Really slept. The kind of sleep that feels like a reset for your entire soul.I kept my eyes closed for a long moment, just listening. In. Out. A solid, reassuring sound. The frantic drumbeat of my heart from last night was a distant memory, soothed by the anchor of his presence.Slowly, I turned my head on the pillow.Ethan was on his side, facing me, one arm tucked under his head, the other draped possessively over my waist even in sleep. The expensive charcoal suit was a puddle on my floor, his crisp white dress shirt hung carefully over the back of my chair. He wore a pair of his own trousers and nothing else. The sheet was pushed down to his hips, revealing the powerful expanse of his back, the play of muscle under skin tha
Winning Her Back Chapter 122: The Proof
The cold from the linoleum floor had seeped through my jeans, a deep, numbing chill that had nothing on the ice crystallizing in my veins. Michael’s words were on a toxic loop in my head, a scratched record of doubt and fear. He’ll break you. Again. You’re already so far gone. I pressed my forehead against my knees, trying to breathe, but the air felt thin, poisoned.A sharp buzz ripped through the silence, so violent and unexpected I jolted, my heart slamming against my ribs. My phone. Skittering on the floor where I’d dropped it. The screen lit up the dim hallway. Ethan.The name was a sucker punch to the gut, a flare of blinding light in my personal darkness. I stared at it, my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t answer. How could I, when my voice would be a traitor, shaking and small? How could I talk to him with Michael’s venom still coursing through me, tainting everything?It went to voicemail. The silence returned, heavier than before. Thirty seconds later, my phone buzzed
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