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Elena Carson This morning, Nora saw the hickey Killian left on my neck and asked how I got it. I told her it was a mosquito bite. She only nodded.I wasn’t exactly sure if she believed it or not. I wouldn’t if I was in her shoes. But she didn’t press, so it confirmed that she suspected something.That was why I had to put distance between Killian and me. I knew if we kept going like that, it might happen again. And the chances of us actually getting caught were way too high. I don’t want to mess things up for him. I don’t want this whole “thing” between us — this barely-even-a-thing — to cost him his relationship with his sister.I don’t want to come between them.As I step out of his office, I grip the edge of my hoodie tightly. Part of me was a little disappointed that he agreed to the distance so easily. I thought maybe he would object. Push back. Say something like, “No, I don’t want that.” But he didn’t. He just nodded like it was the logical choice.Did that mean he

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Killian DavenportMaybe asking Ronald to give me more files from Davenport Co. to work on was a bad idea considering how much I hate my father’s company.But it’s midterms week. I’ve only had one lecture this week which was Monday, which was also the last time I saw Elena before she suggested that distance.As much as I told myself the distance would work, it didn’t. Not even close. By Tuesday morning I was already spiraling. By Wednesday I was burying myself in work as usual like it could scrub her out of my head. It hasn’t.I rub my temples hard as I stare at the laptop screen. I’m sitting in my study in the penthouse and this is the fifth file I’ve opened today, even though it’s only 3 p.m. on a Saturday. The words on the screen blur. I force my eyes to focus anyway. Anything to stop counting the hours since I last saw her.Monday. 11:57 a.m. Outside my office. The last time she looked at me before she asked for space.Five days.I’ve done everything I can think of to keep he

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Elena CarsonI sneeze for the fifth time tonight as I pull a blue dress out of my wardrobe.The rain is still coming down hard outside, tapping against the windows. I honestly thought Shane would cancel. Any normal person would. Instead, he called moments ago, and told me he’d pick me up in an hour. He sounded excited. I already said yes days ago. Backing out now would make me look flaky, and I’ve been flaky enough lately. So here I am, standing in my bedroom in a thin black night dress that barely reaches mid-thigh, staring at the outfit I was supposed to wear for a man I don’t even like that way.I sit on the edge of the bed and let the dress drop onto my lap. My head feels heavy. My nose is stuffy. I don’t want to go.I like Shane. But every time he looks at me the way he does, all I can think about is grey eyes and a low voice calling me baby while he was buried inside me. I’m trying so hard to give Shane a real chance, but the truth is ugly and simple: I’m only invested i

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Killian DavenportThe rain is heavier now.It sheets across the windshield in thick, relentless waves as I drive. The wipers work overtime, but the city lights still blur into streaks of gold and red. My hands are tight on the steering wheel. So tight, the leather creaks under my grip.I can still feel her on my fingers.The heat of her. The way she shuddered when I slid my hand between her legs. The soft, broken sound she made when I told her the truth, that she was wet for me, not him. I should regret crossing the line she asked for. I told myself I would stay away. I told myself the distance was necessary.I put my hands on her anyway.The possessiveness is getting harder to justify as simple territorial instinct. It’s no longer just about not wanting another man to have what’s mine. It’s deeper than that, and I don’t like what that implies. I wipe my palm against my thigh as if I can erase the memory of her slickness. It doesn’t work.Still.There is satisfaction sitting low i

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Elena CarsonI wake up to a soft knock on my bedroom door, the sound pulling me out of a restless sleep. My eyes feel heavy and I just lie there for a second. Another knock. Gentler this time.“Elena?” Nora’s voice filters through the wood. “You awake?”I groan softly and force my eyes open. The room is bright with sunlight slicing through the gaps in the curtains. I reach for my phone on the bed beside me, squinting at the screen. 1:07 p.m. My stomach drops. I don’t remember falling asleep so late. Or maybe I just didn’t want to face the thoughts that kept circling all night.“Come in,” I mumble, pushing myself up against the headboard.Nora pokes her head in, her hair still damp from a shower, wearing one of her oversized hoodies. She smiles when she sees me. “Good morning. Or… good afternoon, I guess. I thought you’d be awake by now.”I rub my eyes and swing my legs over the side of the bed. My body feels heavy, tense and sore. And I don’t think it’s because of the cold from

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Killian Davenport A few days later… I sit at the front of the lecture hall, laptop open, as I go through the key concepts for the upcoming exam. The room is quieter than usual. Midterms have drained them. Good. They should be drained. But my eyes keep drifting and it’s not to the notes or the eager hands raised in the front rows. To Elena. She sits near the back with her hoodie pulled low and shoulders slightly hunched. She looks tired. The kind of tired that isn’t just from lack of sleep. There are shadows under her eyes that weren’t there before. She hasn’t looked at me once today. Not even when I called on someone else and my gaze lingered too long in her direction.Good, I tell myself. This is protection.I’m protecting her by honoring the distance she asked for. If the public ever found out about us, it would cost her everything. Years of hard work. Her reputation. Her future. People would reduce her to the girl who fucked her way through the class and I don’t want tha

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Elena CarsonIt’s been two weeks.Two weeks of trying to re-establish some kind of normalcy. I go to class, sit in the back row, take notes like my life depends on it, and leave the second the lecture ends. I study until my eyes burn and my head throbs. I avoid lingering anywhere near Killian’s office or the paths he usually takes across campus. It’s exhausting, but it’s necessary. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.The worst part is how I still see him almost every day.He’s impossible to miss. Tall, composed, always in those dark shirts with the sleeves rolled up. Does he not have any colour besides black?I catch glimpses of him walking across the quad, talking to other professors, or standing by his car in the faculty lot. Each time my stomach twists, a sharp, nauseating mix of longing and shame. I duck behind pillars or change direction like some pathetic spy. I hate myself for it, but I can’t stop.I even turned down Nora when she asked me to join her and Nol

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Elena Carson It’s Friday evening, and the sky is already bleeding into soft pinks and oranges as I stand in front of my mirror, smoothing down the long peach sundress with its thin straps. I run my fingers through my hair, letting it fall loose over my shoulders. Nora and Nolan are going away for the weekend on some trip he planned. They were supposed to leave in the afternoon, but Nora insisted they wait until evening so she could personally make sure I actually went to see my mom and didn’t bail the second she was out of town. She’s even dropping me off at VogueVest on her way to meet Nolan.I grab my handbag and phone and step out of my room.Nora is already waiting in the living room, a small overnight bag packed at her feet. She looks up when I appear and smiles brightly.“I’m ready,” I say.Nora tilts her head, studying me. “You look brighter today.”“Thanks.”We head out together. The evening air is cooler than I expected as we climb into the car. She starts the en

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Elena Carson My body moves before my brain registers it.One second I’m frozen in the hallway, the next, I’m pushing the door open and stepping into the living room. The lights are warm, casting soft shadows across the furniture I’ve known since I was a child. Everything looks the same. But nothing feels the same.Mom’s eyes widen the second she sees me. She stands up so fast the couch scrapes against the floor. The man — Philip — gets up too, slower, his face tightening with surprise.“Elena…” Mom starts.“What is going on here?” Mom takes a step toward me, hands raised like she’s approaching a wounded animal. “Baby, let me explain…”“I can’t believe you lied to me, Mom.” The words tumble out. My hands are shaking. I curl them into fists at my sides. “All this time. All those canceled Saturdays. The way you’ve been avoiding me. It was because of him?”The man flinches. I don’t look at him. Mom’s eyes fill with tears. “Elena, please. It’s not what you think…”“Not what I thi

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Killian Davenport I’m driving home tonight from a meeting with Ronald at a cafe near Davenport Co. Ronald spent most of the meeting pushing me to fly back to the UK with him for a few days. Just officially business, he called it. But I know it’s just another attempt to pull me deeper into the Davenport machine.He reminded me I’ve been in the US for only three months after seven years away. That it would make sense to go back, visit the places I miss, see some of my old students, breathe the air I built a life in. He wasn’t wrong. My life in the UK was almost perfect. It was quiet, under my control with no family drama.But I told him to take Kyle instead.As much as that life felt right once, I don’t have anyone to go back to. No lover. No real ties beyond the lecture halls and the hatred for my father that kept me there. The job and my contempt for everything Davenport was what held me. Now? I don’t even know anymore.So Kyle and Ronald are heading to the UK for a few days.

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