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Chapter 11

Sarah's POVThe office was quieter than usual today, humming with low voices, rustling paper, and the occasional phone ringing from across the hall, like everything was calm on the surface, but ready to snap.I kept my head down, fingers tapping softly across the keyboard with one hand, while the other still bandaged rested uselessly on the desk, aching slightly under the pressure of silence.The scent of fresh toner and coffee drifted through the air, and every so often I’d glance up and feel his eyes on me, like a shadow I couldn’t escape.Matteo hadn’t spoken to me since that morning meeting, hadn’t even acknowledged the schedule I revised twice overnight, not even a sharp word or cold stare.But I felt him.Always.Across the glass wall, beyond the door that separated him from everyone else, Matteo Russo still managed to haunt me even when he said nothing at all.At exactly noon, the office started to shift people rising from their desks, grabbing coats, chatting about sushi or sa

Chapter 12

The office air was heavy with the usual post-lunch hum when the security guard stepped forward, his tone low, uncertain, as if unsure whether the message he carried was even real.“Miss Hart?” he asked again, and something in his eyes made my stomach turn, the kind of look that says whatever you’re about to hear, you won’t like it.I nodded slowly, heart thudding as I instinctively glanced toward Matteo’s glass-walled office, only to find it empty, his presence gone but his weight still lingering in the air like smoke.“There’s a woman outside asking for you,” the guard continued, glancing toward the elevator. “She says she’s your neighbor and that it’s… urgent.”My heart dropped.I followed him wordlessly, the hallway narrowing with every step, my thoughts already spiraling through worst-case scenarios, none of them prepared for what I was about to hear.Outside the building, standing nervously in front of the revolving doors, was Mrs. Carter my retired neighbor from the apartment fl

Chapter 13

The plates were rinsed and stacked neatly by the sink when a sudden, sharp knock echoed through the apartment, loud enough to make my chest jump with unwanted tension and curiosity.Matteo didn’t flinch just turned toward the door with the kind of casual awareness that said he already knew who was behind it, like surprise was never part of his vocabulary anymore.I stood by the counter, clutching a damp towel, barefoot in my borrowed discomfort, wearing nightwear that suddenly felt far too revealing for the possibility of a new set of eyes.He opened the door without hesitation, and in stepped a tall man with dark curly hair, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, and a grin that was all trouble and charm.“Russo,” he said with a warm punch to Matteo’s arm, “You really do live in a damn museum where do you even keep the liquor?”Matteo smirked. “Still in the cabinet. Where your nosy ass left it last time.”Then the man’s eyes found me just for a second lingering with subtle interest

Chapter 14

Matteo’s POVShe stood there, wet and shaking, her camisole molded to every curve, her lips parted slightly, eyes locked on mine like she was daring me to say the one thing I shouldn’t.And maybe I already had.I’d pulled her out of the pool with my heart in my throat, driven by fury and panic, the kind I hadn’t felt since I was a boy watching my world fall apart without being able to stop it.But the moment we got inside, everything changed.Now it was just her.Just Sarah.And the terrifying realization that I couldn’t keep pretending she was just another assistant.I helped her out of her soaked top, my hands careful, deliberate but every inch of exposed skin ignited something deeper, something darker. My fingers itched to trace the line of her spine, to rest on her waist and hold her there, still, close, mine.“Say something,” I’d said.She didn’t flinch.She didn’t move.“Why do you keep doing this?” she whispered. “Looking at me like I’m everything you want and then pretending I

Chapter 15

Sarah's POVI didn’t cry until the elevator doors closed.And even then, it wasn’t pretty.It wasn’t a soft, cinematic stream of tears or a dramatic sob into my palms. It was the kind that shakes your whole body shoulders trembling, hands fumbling for the wall as if it could hold you up when everything else was collapsing.I hadn’t even bothered to change.The sheet I’d wrapped around myself was clutched tightly to my chest, my discarded nightwear still clinging to my skin beneath it. His scent was everywhere. On me. In my hair. Beneath my fingernails.I hated that.I hated how I still wanted to turn around.I still wanted him to stop me.But he didn’t.And that silence?That was louder than anything he could’ve said.When I stepped out onto the street, the cold air slapped me hard in the face. My legs wobbled. My mind spun. I stood there, barefoot in the middle of New York, wrapped in shame and heartbreak, wondering how I had let myself fall for the one man who never wanted to catch

Chapter 16

I didn’t wait for the elevator this time I took the stairs, each step louder than the last, like maybe the noise could drown out the breaking sound inside my chest.By the time I reached the sidewalk, the cold air bit at my skin, but it still didn’t numb me more than what I had just overheard inside that cursed building.Matteo and Isabelle moaning behind that door like nothing else mattered, like I had never existed, like I hadn’t been in that very room wrapped in him days ago.I climbed into the first cab I saw, slamming the door harder than I meant to, giving Mia’s address in a voice I barely recognized as my own.The driver didn’t speak, thank God just nodded and turned on some soft jazz, which only made the pain sharper, like I was trapped inside a memory montage.Every traffic light we passed felt like time mocking me, stretching out my shame second by second as my reflection in the window stared back with wide, disbelieving eyes.Mia opened the door the moment I knocked, her rob

Chapter 17

The moment I stepped into the lobby, the fluorescent lights felt like spotlights, and every glance felt like it saw straight through to my tequila-scrambled soul.I kept my head down, walking fast but not too fast, silently praying Ryan had overslept or taken a personal day or gotten amnesia, or better yet, transferred to another country.My heels clicked too loudly against the marble floor, each step echoing like guilt chasing me down the hallway as if everyone could hear the words I slurred last night.By the time I got to my desk, my fingers were trembling slightly, and I typed my login wrong three times, cursing under my breath with every humiliating flash of error.All morning, I avoided the hallway near his department, skipped the elevator to dodge eye contact, and ducked behind the ficus when I heard his voice near the break room.My thoughts raced like a carousel on fire What if he tells people? What if he regrets helping me? What if he thinks I like him, which I kind of NO.“

Chapter 18

Matteo's PovThe morning started like any other too much coffee, not enough patience, and a dozen fires to put out before lunch.I was scanning over a financial report when my phone buzzed.A message from Isabelle.I almost ignored it.Then I saw the image.Sarah.With Ryan.Smiling.Leaning close across a table with wine glasses and tiramisu between them, her hand almost brushing his, her eyes shining the way I’d once imagined they would… for me.Beneath it, Isabelle had written:“Thought you might want to see where your assistant spent her night. She seems… occupied.”A second image followed. Sarah laughing, her head tilted back in a way I’d never seen in my presence. Unapologetic. Free.Something inside me snapped.I slammed my laptop closed, shoving back from my desk so violently that the chair scraped against the polished floor. I paced the office once, twice, trying to breathe, trying to remind myself it didn’t matter.But it did.I didn’t want it to.I had no right.But it did.

Chapter 19

Sarah's POVThe next morning started with golden light pouring into Mia’s kitchen and the comforting scent of vanilla coffee that made the hangover from yesterday’s emotions a little easier to stomach.I sat cross-legged on the barstool in one of Mia’s oversized hoodies, hair messy, eyeliner smudged, with a story on the tip of my tongue and butterflies in my chest.Mia leaned on the counter, arms crossed and a sly grin tugging at her lips, like she already knew the headline to the story I hadn’t dared to say aloud.“So?” she prompted, handing me a steaming mug and arching one brow. “Are you going to keep acting like nothing happened, or do I have to interrogate you?”I held the coffee close like it could shield me from the truth, biting my lip before the words finally spilled out like a confession I couldn’t stop.“We had dinner,” I said quietly, voice barely more than a whisper, but the weight of those three words hung in the air like a thread snapping open.“With Ryan,” Mia said fla

Chapter 20

It had been a long day. The kind where your feet ache, your back complains, and your head is still full of conversations you never wanted to have.I had just grabbed my coat from the rack near reception and was heading toward the elevator when I heard the footsteps.“Hey,” Ryan said, catching up. “You walking home?”I blinked. “Yeah. Just need some air.”He fell into step beside me like it was natural, like he’d always planned to walk me home and just waited until the moment felt right.“I figured I could tag along,” he added. “I mean, after last night’s glamour and Isabelle’s lunchtime villain monologue, I feel like you deserve a proper escort.”I smiled. “You’re volunteering as tribute, huh?”He grinned. “Consider it community service.”The walk was quiet at first. Our hands brushed a few times accidentally, I think but neither of us pulled away. The city buzzed around us, but our steps fell into rhythm, comfortable and close.“You okay?” he asked after a block.“I am,” I said. “Or…

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