All Chapters of He was never mine: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Avery's POVI looked at the window, the chair, and the bag I’d dropped on the floor. Anywhere except his face. “Long day.” My voice came out steadier than I felt inside.He didn’t answer, he kept walking towards me. “You had a lot of attention today.”“That’s…It’s my job.” “I know.” Silence filled the room.He took a slow one step toward me, not crowding me, closing the distance between us. His voice dropped, barely above a whisper. “Doesn’t mean I liked it though.”That hit me somewhere deep, it wasn't just observation he was jealous. I stepped back instinctively, but I didn’t break eye contact. And he followed.The space between us got smaller. Not touching me yet, but close enough that I could feel the warmth of him through the fabric of my dress. I could see the slight tension in his jaw, the way his hands hung at his sides. My pulse was doing something embarrassing. I was very aware of every small thing, the distance between our feet, the fact that he’d been looking at my

Avery's POV“Stay inside,” he paused, I heard keys sound in the background. “I’m on my way.” The line went dead.I'd been waiting for his call for four days. I’d convinced myself that was fine, that we both just needed time to let the London chaos settle before picking up again. Now, I stood there with the phone in my hand and a knot forming low in my stomach after days of silence.The urgency in his voice…what could have possibly happened?I was on the first floor of my apartment, a good view of the street below. I pulled the curtain back a little so I could see without being seen. A black mid-sized SUV sat across the street. Engine running, nobody getting in or out. Sitting there, facing my building. I watched it for a full minute, waiting for it to pull away or for someone to step out with shopping bags or do something normal.It didn’t move.Slowly, it rolled forward and drove off down the street. Whoever was driving had seen what they came for.I let the curtain fall back and

Wyatt’s POV “They’ll come back.” She let that settle for a second, then she turned to look at me. “We need to report it. The police need to know about this.” “Yeah,” I agreed. “That’s where we’re going.” “Now?” she asked, her brows pulled together. “If you’re okay with it.” She looked out the window for a moment, and I could see her thinking it through. She looked back at me seconds later. “Okay. Let’s go.” I drove to the police station that had handled Daniel’s case, where the Detective Morris was assigned. Avery sat quietly beside me, looking outside the window at first, but I could tell her mind wasn’t on the street. She was thinking, a little shaken, turning things over in her head. “Hey,” I said, not taking my eyes off the road. She turned slightly. “Hmm?” “Don’t get ahead of it,” my voice stayed even. “We don’t know what it is yet.” She let out a deep breath, looking back outside the window. “Someone is outside my apartment, watching me, Wyatt.” “I kno

Avery’s POVLight was coming through the curtains in that warm, lazy way. I lay there on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I felt good, actually good. Not because of work or Monochrome.Then I remembered why.It was what happened in the car last night. The way I’d unclipped the seatbelt and kissed him because I wanted to and I was done pretending I didn’t want him.I’d made the first move…yeah, I did. It felt right, it was right. I wanted Wyatt, still did, lying here in my own bed the morning after, I still did.The cars watching my building and whoever was behind all of it and every messy thing around us, didn’t change that. Not even a little.I stayed in bed for another minute just letting myself feel okay about it.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it without getting up.It was Wyatt.“Good morning. How was your night?”I smiled at the screen like an idiot, and typed back immediately. “Great. Yours?”Three dots appeared and disappeared.“Fine. Have a nice day. I’ll c

Avery’s POVI was the first one into Monochrome that morning, it was the next Monday after the dinner. We’d had enough fun during the weekend.Coffee from the place on the corner was in my hand, files already opened in the elevator on the way up, the building was empty except for the security on night duty when I got in. I sat at my desk and worked through the first hour in the quiet that only exists before everyone else arrives.I wasn’t relaxed. I hadn’t been since we reported the cars to Detective Morris. I’d just gotten better at functioning through it, working even during the weekend, moving through the days like nothing was wrong while something low and persistent hummed in the back of my head. I stepped out to grab something from the printer down the hall and stopped dead.A bouquet of white roses sat directly in front of my office door. Not dropped off casually, not leaning against the wall the way a delivery person would leave something. It was placed there by someone ca