Все главы A Second Chance With Mr Steele: Глава 11 - Глава 20

Emma's POVI barely registered the warmth of Adrian’s lips on mine before I staggered back, my hand flying to my mouth in shock. His expression was unreadable as he rubbed the back of his neck, stepping away like he’d just set something on fire.“Shit,” he muttered under his breath "I'm... I'm sorry!" he finished before abruptly turning on his heel and storming into his office, slamming the door shut while leaving me frozen in place, reeling.My heart hammered against my chest. What had just happened? One minute, I was explaining myself, and the next, I was caught in the most unexpected kiss of my life. My lips still tingled, his minty breath still stuck in my mouth and I wiped at them instinctively, trying to erase the sensation and the confusion."Didn't he just go on a date with that model girl his mother chose, Celia or what was her name again?" I muttered to myself, my voice barely above a whisper.But there was no time to dwell on the chaos in my mind. The sharp trill of the off

Emma's Point Of ViewThe morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a faint glow across the room. My body felt as heavy as my heart, weighed down by grief that still clung to me like a second skin. Waking up didn’t feel like waking up, it felt like resurfacing from a pit of despair, only to be shoved back under again.Brandon was gone.The words didn’t even feel real yet, but they echoed in my mind like a cruel taunt. My brother, my only family, the one who always had my back, was no more. And now, I was alone in this world, no parents, no sibling, just me. I sat up slowly, every muscle aching as if my emotions had seeped into my physical being.My phone chimed on the bedside table, a small intrusion into my cocoon of grief. Picking it up, I saw the message from the hospital."Miss Carter, kindly visit the hospital to collect Brandon Carter's death certificate and finalize arrangements for his burial." A bitter laugh escaped me. "Arrangements. Death certificate." Words I ne

Adrian's Point Of ViewI strode out of the elevator, the soft hum of its machinery fading behind me as my gaze instinctively darted toward Emma’s desk. Empty. Of course, it was. Today marked the last of her approved off days. She had insisted on returning two days after Brandon’s funeral, but I refused. Emma deserved more than a rushed return to the mundane chaos of work. Grief wasn’t something that could be tidied up and shelved away like office files. And yet, I found myself missing her presence more than I wanted to admit.Work hadn’t felt the same these past few days. Hell, life hadn’t felt the same. The end of the workday had become my sanctuary, a time when I could let my mind wander toward thoughts of be returning home to her.The familiar sight of my office greeted me, but I stopped short. A figure sat in one of the visitor chairs, legs crossed, perfectly manicured nails tapping against the armrest. Her emerald-green dress was as short as her patience, and as I stepped inside,

Emma's Point of viewThe sizzle of butter melting on the skillet and the aroma of fresh bread filled the air as I danced through the kitchen, letting the upbeat rhythm of the music on the sound system take over. I wasn’t just making breakfast; I was putting on a show, twirling the spatula in one hand and shaking my hips like I was headlining a concert. The final note of the song played, and I struck an exaggerated pose, laughing at myself."Bravo!"The sound of clapping made me whip around, nearly dropping the spatula. Adrian stood in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame with a sly grin plastered across his face.“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, cheeks flaming as I tried to feign nonchalance.“Long enough to see Adele's long-lost twin in action,” he teased, walking into the kitchen.I rolled my eyes, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips despite my embarrassment. “Good morning,” I muttered, brushing past him to grab a plate.“Good morning,” he replied, r

Nicholas’s Point Of ViewI felt her body stiffen under my touch, her sharp intake of breath resonating in the silent room. Her reaction to my confession was everything I had anticipated and feared. Before she could respond, I leaned in closer, trailing soft kisses along her neck. Her subtle gasp sent an electric thrill coursing through me, and for a moment, nothing else existed but the woman in my arms.Emma let out a soft moan containing my name "Adrian.." her head tilting slightly to grant me better access. That sound, the way she said my name, it was unlike anything I had ever heard. A melody. I’d fantasized about it for weeks, but hearing it now, raw and unrestrained, was more intoxicating than I ever could’ve imagined. I wanted to savor this moment, to unravel the mystery that was Emma piece by piece, but my restraint was slipping fast.My lips found hers in a kiss that wasn’t rushed or wild. It was tender, filled with longing, the kind of kiss that spoke words I hadn’t yet dared