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Chapter 11

Nadia’s POV Lena opened her mouth but no words came out. I continued. “That’s if you don’t already have someone on the side. Someone who actually knows how to use his hands.” Silence. Pure silence. Then I noticed it. Vivienne glanced at Lena. Just for a second. But I saw it… the seed of suspicion I had just planted. It was perfect. Oh this was going to drive her insane. Vivienne was paranoid by nature. She investigated everybody. Staff members. Business partners. Friends. Now she was absolutely going to investigate Lena too. I smiled to myself. Lena finally found her voice. “That’s not true.” She stammered. “Maybe,” I said with a shrug. “But now she’ll always wonder every time you leave the house.” Vivienne’s expression hardened immediately. “You have a very ugly habit of trying to poison people against each other.” I laughed softly. “Coming from the woman who carries a vial of venom in her purse? That’s hilarious.” Vivienne stepped closer. “You think you’ve won somethin

Chapter 12

Nadia’s POV When I got back to the hotel after leaving the Hargrove mansion, I felt emotionally exhausted. Not sad exactly. Just drained. Like somebody had reached into my chest and squeezed all the energy out of me. I tossed my suitcase near the couch and kicked my shoes off carelessly before collapsing onto the bed with a long sigh. The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner. I stared at the ceiling again. Why was I always staring at ceilings lately? Maybe because my life had become too messy to look at directly. I closed my eyes and immediately saw Callum’s face in my head. His smile. His stupid dimples. The way his eyes darkened whenever he looked at me too long. God. This man was becoming a problem. I groaned softly and grabbed a pillow, pressing it over my face dramatically. Then my phone rang. I peeked at the screen. Mara. Of course. I answered immediately. “Well?” she said before I could even speak. “Did you survive the witch’s castle?” I burst

Chapter 13

Nadia’s POV Mara started laughing so hard again. “Oh my God, this bitch is crazy.” “I’m serious.” “Sounds like you’re having a blast.” I shrugged even though she couldn’t see me. “What am I supposed to do? I’m single again.” We both burst into laughter together. For the first time in a long time, I sounded genuinely happy. Mara finally calmed down. “So,” she said slowly. “Are you seeing him again?” My cheeks warmed slightly. “Tonight.” “Ohhh my God.” “We’re having dinner.” “Nadia has a date.” “It’s not a date.” “You’re sleeping with him after dinner, aren’t you?” I bit my lip. “Probably.” Mara screamed again. “You go girl! Look at my girl, finally embracing her slutty side.” I laughed helplessly. “You’re insane.” “No,” she corrected proudly. “I’m supportive, there’s a difference.” We kept talking for another twenty minutes about random things before finally ending the call. After hanging up, I stayed on the bed for a while staring at my phone. Then suddenly it buzz

Chapter 14

Nadia’s POV The walk back to the hotel felt like the longest walk of my life. The night air was cool but I was burning. Callum walked beside me, his hand at the small of my back, and every time his fingers pressed slightly harder through the silk of my dress I had to remind myself we were still in public. The hotel lobby was quiet. A couple sat near the fireplace. A man in a suit talked on his phone near the elevator. Normal people doing normal things, completely unaware that I was about to lose my mind. The elevator came and we stepped in. The doors slid shut. It was a very small space. Callum moved behind me instead of beside me. He didn’t touch me but I could feel every inch of him. His chest was close to my back. His breath was warm near the top of my head. I looked at our reflection in the polished elevator doors. My cheeks were flushed. His jaw was tight. He was looking at my neck like he wanted to put his mouth on it. Neither of us said a single word. The doors opened. W

Chapter 15

Nadia’s POV We lay tangled in the sheets for a long time. Neither of us spoke. Our hearts were beating so hard I could feel his pulse against my skin. Eventually he pulled me into his chest and pressed his lips to the back of my neck. “Spectacular,” he murmured. I closed my eyes. Spectacular was too small a word. But I didn’t have a better one. I didn’t have any words at all. I just stayed wrapped in his warmth and let my breathing slow and felt the silence settle over everything. ~~~ I woke up the next morning with Callum’s arm still draped over my waist. For a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, listening to his steady breathing behind me. The morning light was soft and pale through the curtains. Outside, the city was already wide awake, full of its usual noise and movement, but here everything was still and warm and quiet. I carefully lifted his arm and slid out of the bed without waking him. My feet found the cool floor. I found his shirt draped over the edge

Chapter 16

Nadia’s POV He stayed to help me unpack. It took most of the evening. He moved boxes while I directed. He found a good playlist on his phone and connected it to the small speaker I’d bought, and we unpacked the kitchen to the sound of old jazz while the city went dark outside the windows. He was good at this. Just being present without making it feel like an obligation. At filling a space without taking it over. I was going through the last box when he found the sketchbooks. There were four of them, stacked flat at the bottom beneath a layer of folded scarves. He held one up, looking at the worn cover, the cracked spine. “What are these?” I crossed the room and took it from him quickly. “Nothing. Old drawings.” “Can I see?” “No.” He tilted his head. He had a way of looking at me when he was about to be patient and persistent at the same time. “Why not?” I looked down at the sketchbook in my hands. The cover had a small coffee stain in the corner from a morning in the Hargrove

Chapter 17

Nadia’s POV The next morning, I woke up before my alarm even rang. Which honestly never happened. Usually, I needed three alarms, emotional support, and probably divine intervention before getting out of bed. But today my eyes snapped open at exactly six in the morning because anxiety had apparently decided to become my personal assistant. I stared at the ceiling of my new apartment for a long moment. Today was the day. The fashion company. The designs. The possibility of complete humiliation. “Oh my God,” I whispered to myself dramatically before throwing my arm over my face. This was a terrible idea. What if my designs actually sucked now? What if Dorian was right all along? What if the company looked at my sketches and started laughing the second I walked out of the building? I groaned loudly into my pillow. The sound disappeared into the fabric and did absolutely nothing to make me feel better. Immediately my phone buzzed beside me. Mara. Of course it was Mara. I answ

Chapter 18

Nadia’s POV The rest of the day became torture. I spent the entire afternoon glued to my laptop in my apartment waiting for an email that refused to arrive. Every five minutes I refreshed my inbox. Nothing. Then refreshed again. Still nothing. My anxiety got worse with every passing hour. By two in the afternoon I had convinced myself they hated everything. By four, I was certain they were probably laughing at my sketches in a conference room somewhere. By six, I was emotionally preparing for rejection and had already drafted three different versions of how I would tell Mara the news. My phone rang again. Mara. “Any email?” “No.” “Nadia, it's still early.” “It’s six.” “People work past six.” Mara sighed dramatically. “Have you eaten?” “…maybe.” “That means no.” “I had coffee.” “That’s not food.” “I don’t have any appetite.” “Nadia.” “I’m suffering.” “You’re being dramatic.” “Well then, I’m unemployed and dramatic.” Mara laughed. “You know what your problem is?”

Chapter 19

Nadia’s POV The next day, I stood in front of my closet for almost twenty minutes trying to decide what I should wear. Which honestly sounded ridiculous. But there was a difference between dressing for a date and dressing for a man you were trying very hard not to fall for. And unfortunately, Callum Ashford was becoming dangerously easy to fall for. I stared at a black dress hanging near the back of the closet before sighing dramatically. “This is stupid,” I muttered to myself. I finally settled on a dark blue satin dress that hugged my body softly. My hair fell loose over my shoulders in soft waves and for the first time in years, I actually enjoyed getting ready. Not because I needed approval. Not because Vivienne would inspect me from head to toe and find three things to correct before we left the house. Not because Dorian would barely look up from his phone before saying I looked “fine.” But because someone was genuinely excited to see me. That still felt new. My phone buzzed

Chapter 20

Nadia’s POV As we walked into another room, a man suddenly stopped Callum. “Callum Ashford?” Callum turned politely. A middle-aged man in glasses smiled warmly at him. “I thought that was you. You disappeared from New York for years.” Callum shook the man’s hand. “Guilty.” The man looked toward me curiously. “And who is this beautiful woman?” Before I could answer, Callum spoke calmly. “This is Nadia.” He paused just slightly, his eyes searching mine for a moment. “She’s a friend of mine.” A friend. Something about the way he said it… the tiny pause before the word, the way he looked at me while he said it… made me think he wasn’t entirely sure it was the right word either. But I didn’t say anything. I just smiled at the man and let the moment pass. The man introduced himself as one of the gallery investors before eventually leaving us alone again. “You know a lot of people,” I said as we continued walking. “Occupational hazard.” “What exactly do you do again besides bein

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