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Michael’s POVI stayed on the sidewalk long after the taillights of Damien’s car vanished into the city traffic. The evening air was biting, but I barely felt it, because of what I had just witnessed. Beside me, Owen and Scott were still talking about going for some late-evening drinks, but their voices sounded distant and unimportant to me at the moment.My mind was still stuck on the way the car door had closed, like a final sound that seemed to shut me out completely. Earlier Kelly hadn't looked at me with anger when she saw me standing with Owen as they spoke. Instead the expression on her face was a kind of exhaustion and distance, as if I was just another part of the office she was glad to leave behind."You coming, Michael?" Owen asked, jolting me back to the present. "No," I said, my voice sounding rough even to my own ears. "I have to get to the estate."Scott was the one who spoke as he heard what I said. “What does the old man still want?" I could see part of the same fr

Kelly’s POVThe silence in my apartment was so heavy it felt like it was pressing against my skin. None of us moved. I was curled into a ball, clutching the white sheet against my chest so hard my knuckles were white. Michael was beside me, blinking against the morning light, his hair standing up in every direction. And then there was Hope, who was still standing by the small kitchen counter, her gym bag slipping off her shoulder and a bag of fresh bagels gripped in her hand.Her mouth was open in shock, but no sound came out. She looked at the bed, then at the clothes scattered across the rug, then back at us.I waited for the yelling, for her to be angry at me for not telling her this was going on. But instead, Hope’s shoulders started to shake, and she let out a small, breathless laugh that turned into a wide, shocked laugher.“Well,” she said, her voice full of amusement. “That certainly answers a lot of questions I had about your ‘actions’ lately.”I felt my face heat up unti

Kelly’s POVThe sun hadn't quite cleared the horizon when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The sound was loud in the silence of my studio apartment. I groaned and reached for it, expecting a reminder from my calendar or a message from Dylan.But instead, it was a text from Michael.Pack a small bag for two nights. Something casual and warm, and also something dressy. Bring it to work with you today. Trust me.I sat up slowly, the cold morning air hitting my shoulders as the sheets came down. I read the message again, and then a third time. I was a little bit confused, because Michael didn't do "surprises." I knew him as a man of logic and pre-planned schedules, so asking me to pack a bag without a destination felt like a completely different version of the man I knew.I got out of bed to get ready for work. After I took a shower, I walked over to my closet to see what I could pick from it. My closet was small, but I knew every inch of it. I pulled out one of my favorite small l

Kelly’s POVThe evening light was turning a soft, blurry purple outside the bedroom window. And the wind was just strong enough to make the curtains dance in the air, bringing in the smell of the cold ocean and damp wood. I could hear the waves hitting the shore in a slow, steady beat. It was the only sound in the house, other than the faint noise of Michael moving around in the kitchen downstairs. I had just finished my shower and my skin was still warm and smelled like the lavender soap Michael kept in the bath. I stood by the bed looking at the black dress I had packed with me on this trip. It was a simple long dress, but no less provocative. The back dipped all the way down to my waist, and there was a slit showing my left leg up to the middle of my thigh.I took my time getting ready, rubbing a shimmering oil onto my collarbones and legs until my skin glowed in the dim light. I spent some time on my makeup making sure it was perfect and I finished with a deep red lipstick.

Kelly’s POVHope was sprawled comfortably across my small couch like she owned the place, she had a throw pillow tucked under her arm and a relaxed, confident look on her face. Tessa on the other hand, sat right beside her, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her knees. She was watching me with open amusement and curiosity.For a second, none of us moved. I just stared at them, trying to process why my best friend and my close friend who I hadn't seen for a while, were both sitting in my living room on a Sunday night. Then Tessa grinned, breaking the silence. “Look who finally came home.”I reached behind me, shut the door, and let my heavy bag drop to the floor beside the wall with a loud thud. “Did you two break into my apartment?” I asked, keeping my voice flat.Hope didn't look guilty at all. Instead she reached over and lifted a brown paper grocery bag from the coffee table. “We brought food.”“That still doesn’t answer the question,” I pointed out. “It absolutely does,”