All Chapters of Secret Vixen He Fell For Twice : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Zara’s PovThe girl in the mirror didn’t look like someone who had eleven days to save her enrollment.She looked like trouble.Red lips. Smoky eyes. A body poured into scraps of black lace that left very little to imagination. I held her gaze for a moment and felt the familiar pull of that quiet vertigo of looking at yourself and not quite recognizing what looks back.Eleven days, I reminded myself. Don’t think past that.I set the mascara down.Three months of unpaid fees. The university’s patience had a face now bold red stamp, formal language, a deadline that didn’t care about circumstances.My parents died five years ago on a road to the airport. The government made sure we felt it twice: the grief first, then the seizure. Everything they built got labeled fraud overnight. Accounts frozen. Assets gone. They left us the house.We were supposed to be grateful.I wasn’t.The dressing room had its own rhythm and I had long stopped fighting it.Destiny stepping into fishnets like it

Zara’s Pov I sat on the edge of my bed and stared at nothing.The heels were off. The makeup half removed, one side of my face clean and the other still painted. I hadn’t finished because somewhere between the cotton pad and the mirror I had stopped moving entirely.I’ll be back tomorrow night.His voice kept finding me in the quiet. Low and certain, the way he said everything like decisions were made somewhere deep before they ever reached his mouth.I pressed the cotton pad to my cheek and made myself breathe.It was him. There was no more room for maybe. Adrian Voss had walked back into this city and somehow, out of every room in every building, had ended up in mine. In the one room where I had nowhere to hide and everything to lose.Five years. He had gone five years without a word. No explanation. No goodbye. Just absence, sudden and complete, like a door closing quietly in the night.And now he was back, watching me with those dark eyes like I was something he was trying to r

Zara’s Pov I let the silence sit.First rule: never fill silence defensively. Silence was neutral ground and whoever moved first gave something away. So I let his words hang in the amber light and kept my face smooth and gave him absolutely nothing.Then Pinky smiled.Slow. Unbothered. The kind of smile that said I’ve heard more interesting things.“Most clients think that too,” I said. “By the end they realize they’re exactly like everyone else.”Something shifted in his jaw. No offense. Interest.“Is that what you tell yourself about them?”“It’s what I know,” I said.And moved.I kept the pace slow because slow was in control.Every step is deliberate. Every shift of weight is intentional. The music from the main floor was just enough to move to without being directed by it. Pinky didn’t follow music, she used it.I kept my eyes on him.That was the battlefield. Eye contact held long enough made most men look away first. I had refined it into something close to an art.He didn’t l

Zara’s PovI was still awake at three in the morning.Not thinking. Just existing in that particular exhaustion that sat too heavy for sleep lying on top of my covers still half dressed, staring at the ceiling while the city did whatever the city did after midnight.Next time I won’t ask.I pressed the back of my hand against my mouth and made myself breathe through it.He hadn’t touched me. That was the thing I kept returning to: he hadn't touched me and somehow that was worse than if he had. The almost-contact. The deliberate stop. The way he had looked at me afterward like the restraint itself was a message.You feel familiar.I sat up and went to the bathroom mirror.Half my makeup was still on. One eye dramatic and sharp, the other scrubbed clean. Pinky on one side. Zara on the other hand. I stood there looking at the split version of myself for a long moment.He’s getting closer, I thought. And you have no more room to give.I finished removing the makeup and went to bed.I di