All Chapters of Caught Between Two Men And The Apocalypse : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

It was a big surprise. So no one moved. Adrian Moss looked directly through the screen. For a man who had spent years hiding beneath the mountains while the rest of the world collapsed, he looked remarkably healthy. His grey hair was neatly cut. His dark suit was clean. Behind him, Natasha could see part of a modern room filled with working monitors and bright lights. Eden was not surviving. It was functioning. Aaron remained slightly in front of Natasha. Adrian noticed, and his smile widened. “So that must be Aaron Ross.” Aaron’s expression did not change. “You know my name.” “I know most things that happen around Natasha.” Rowan immediately reached for his weapon. Liora was already working on another computer. “Don’t bother,” Adrian said calmly. “You will not trace this connection.” Liora ignored him. Adrian’s attention returned to Natasha. “I have waited a very long time to see you.” Natasha stepped around Aaron. “You saw me when I was seventeen.” Adrian raised an

Natasha remained still for a moment after Rowan delivered the message. Josh wanted to see her. And it is personal. After everything she had just learned about Eden, Aerion, and the Omega Protocol, the request felt strangely ordinary. But perhaps ordinary was exactly what she needed. Aaron stood beside her, watching her quietly. Natasha looked at Rowan. “Where is he?” “In the west courtyard.” He replied. She nodded. “I’ll go see him.” Aaron did not say anything. And that made her glance toward him. “You’re not going to ask what he wants?” “No.” Natasha raised an eyebrow. Aaron folded his arms. “If he wanted to discuss security, he would have come to me. He said it was personal.” “And that doesn’t bother you?” “It bothers me.” He didn't lie. She almost smiled. “At least you’re honest.” “I’m always honest.” “That is debatable.” Aaron ignored that. Then his expression softened. “Do you want me to come with you?” Natasha shook her head. “No. I think this is something J

Evelyn sat across from Stella in one of the quiet lounges inside New Haven. Neither woman had touched the drinks in front of them. Stella watched Evelyn carefully. “You sounded upset on the phone.” Evelyn laughed bitterly. “Upset?” She looked away. “I think I’m finally tired.” “Of Josh?” “Tired of waiting for Josh.” Stella said nothing. Evelyn looked back at her. “He told me Natasha isn’t coming back to him.” Stella raised an eyebrow. “That should be good news for you.” “That’s what I thought.” Her voice hardened. “Then he told me it doesn’t mean he is coming to me either.” Stella’s expression changed. “He said that?” “He called me a friend.” Silence followed. Then she swallowed. “After everything, Stella. After all the years I stood beside him. I waited for his marriage to fall apart. I waited for Natasha to disappear from his life. And now she has chosen Aaron, yet Josh still doesn’t want me.” Stella looked down at her glass. For once, she understood Evelyn completely.

Natasha woke to an empty space beside her. She opened her eyes slowly, the sheets on Aaron’s side of the bed were still warm. She frowned. “Aaron?” But he was nowhere close. Natasha sat up. For a moment, she wondered if something had happened. Then she smelled coffee, and her expression relaxed. “Of course.” She muttered. She got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she returned to the bedroom and opened the wardrobe. Her eyes immediately landed on her clothes. Then she smiled. Aaron really had moved almost everything. Natasha ignored her own clothes and reached for one of his shirts instead. It was white, large enough to fall halfway down her thighs. She buttoned it loosely and left the bedroom. The smell of breakfast became stronger as she reached the living area. Aaron stood in the kitchen. He wore dark joggers and a black tank top. His back was turned to her while he worked over the stove. Natasha stopped and leane

Aaron stayed against her back until their breathing slowed. When he finally pulled out of her, Natasha made a quiet sound and her fingers tightened on the edge of the table. He felt what he had left inside her slip down her thigh and caught it with his palm, not because it was messy, but because he was not ready to stop touching her. “I’ve got you,” he said against her shoulder. He lifted her off the counter and carried her into the sitting room. Natasha’s arms stayed around his neck. She was bare now, the shirt left behind in the kitchen, and the cool air of the penthouse moved over skin that was still flushed from him. Aaron sat down on the long sofa first and brought her with him, stretching out on his back so she could lie along his side, one of her legs thrown over his, her cheek on his chest. For a while they stayed like that, his hand moving slowly up and down her back, neither of them in a hurry to fill the quiet. “Are you alright?” he kept asking. Natasha nodded again