All Chapters of Miss Brown, Keep It Down: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

The rooftop had fallen into that rare kind of silence — not empty, not heavy, but warm, steady. Katherine stood against the railing, wrapped in his jacket, her body melting into the solid line of his chest behind her. His lips had just brushed her temple, the faintest kiss, enough to unravel the last knot of tension she had carried all day.For a moment she thought that was it — the quiet ending to a long, bruising day. But then he didn’t move away. His mouth lingered against her skin, the warmth of his breath soft against the shell of her ear.Sebastian shifted, his lips tracing a slow, deliberate path from her temple down the curve of her cheek. The touch was unhurried but filled with intent, a steady pressure that left her breath catching. When he found the corner of her jaw, the kiss lingered, heavier now, and something in the air shifted.Her lungs betrayed her, pulling in sharp, uneven breaths. She turned in his arms, her eyes finding his in the dim rooftop light. For one suspen

The morning sun spilled through the glass walls of Mason Equity’s temporary offices, throwing long stripes of light across the floor. Katherine stepped in, heels clicking a little too sharply against the polished surface, her bag tucked tightly under one arm. She had rehearsed her expression all the way here: neutral, focused, untouchable. The kind of face that told people she had not, in fact, nearly been caught kissing her CEO against the door of her office less than twenty-four hours ago.It lasted about thirty seconds.Sebastian was already there, leaning casually against the corner of her desk, flipping through the morning’s reports as though he had been waiting all along. Perfectly composed, cufflinks in place, shirt collar crisp, not a single trace of the chaos from yesterday clung to him. He looked like he had slept eight uninterrupted hours and woken up immune to scandal.Katherine dropped her bag a little harder than necessary onto the desk. “If Sophie tells anyone —”He did

The hallway outside the conference room still buzzed faintly with the echoes of footsteps, murmured speculation, the scrape of leather folders being carried away. But inside Sebastian’s temporary office, the silence was almost heavy.Katherine sank into one of the chairs near the desk, her tablet still in her hands though she hadn’t looked at the screen since leaving the meeting. Her shoulders were tense, her jaw tight, her pulse still out of rhythm. The adrenaline had drained out of her, leaving her hollow, as if Halworth’s eyes were still on her even though the room was empty.Sebastian closed the door behind them with a soft click. Not the polite nudge of a handle, but a deliberate push, sealing them off from the building and its noise. He didn’t speak right away. He simply studied her — the faint pallor of her face, the way her hand trembled as she tried to set the tablet down, the way she pressed her lips together to stop them from quivering.Finally, he moved across the room and

Los Angeles looked too calm for what the morning was supposed to be. The streets were washed in soft light, the kind that made glass shine and nerves hide. The city, always loud and restless, seemed to be holding its breath — as if even it knew that something was about to be decided. Katherine stepped out of the car and smoothed the front of her blazer, though her hands were already cold. She caught her reflection in the glass doors of the Mason Equity building — hair pinned back neatly, shoulders straight, every inch of her composed. No one could tell she hadn’t really slept. No one but him. The moment she entered the lobby, she felt it: the silence under the surface. Phones still rang, shoes still clicked across the floor, but voices were lower than usual, glances shorter, movements tighter. People greeted her with polite nods, but every “good morning” carried the same hidden question — Did you hear? Did you see the email? Are we ready? She didn’t answer any of it. She jus

The first light of morning bled through the half-closed curtains, soft and golden, cutting faint lines across the floor. The city outside was barely awake, its noise still a rumor that hadn’t reached the penthouse yet. Katherine stirred first. The sheet slipped from her shoulder as she shifted onto her side, her hair a loose tangle that caught the early light. For a moment she just looked — the kind of quiet observation she’d never allow herself in daylight. Sebastian lay beside her, one arm bent under his head, the other resting over the blanket that had half fallen to the floor. His face, usually sharpened by tension and strategy, looked different now — softer, almost peaceful. The faint shadow of stubble traced his jaw, his lips parted slightly with each even breath. Katherine let out a sound that was almost a laugh. “You look almost human when you’re unconscious.” His eyes didn’t open right away. “I’d say the same,” he murmured, voice roughened by sleep, “but I’m afraid yo