The Absolute Center The penthouse elevator ride was silent, but unlike the suffocating distance of their early days, this silence was heavily grounded. Vivian’s hand was an absolute clamp around Avery’s fingers, her thumb rubbing sharp, possessive strokes against her skin. She hadn't let go since they stepped out of the design studio, through the lobby, and into the waiting armored town car. The moment the elevator doors chimed and slid open into the penthouse, the quiet sanctuary wrapped around them. Avery let out a long, ragged breath, her shoulders finally dropping. The adrenaline from Ethan Miller's sudden, violent intrusion had finally cleared, leaving her limbs feeling heavy and cold. Vivian didn't head toward her office wing. She didn't check her phone for market updates. She simply shed her sharp black blazer, tossing it carelessly onto the marble kitchen counter, and turned all her focus onto Avery. "Sit," Vivian murmured, her voice deep, gravelly, and entirely stripp
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