로그인Asia's POV
My heart slammed so hard against my chest.
The stranger’s arm stayed locked around my waist, firm, unyielding. His body heat seeped into my side,solid,overwhelming, impossible to ignore.
Up close, he smelled expensive. Clean. Dangerous.
It made my skin prickle.
I kept the act going, forcing a soft smile while my eyes flicked past his shoulder. Monroe and Chanel stood a few feet away, watching like vultures waiting for something to fall apart.
Monroe’s expression had shifted from smug to irritated in seconds.
Good, that meant this was working.
The man beside me leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.
“Keep smiling, little kitten,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. “They’re still watching.”
A shiver ran through me.
My fingers curled into the front of his suit before I could stop myself.
Up close, he was even more intimidating. Broad shoulders. Sharp jaw clenched just enough to show tension. And his eyes,dark, focused, unreadable.
The kind you didn’t look at too long… unless you wanted to get lost in them.
We stood there like that, wrapped in a lie that felt a little too real. Soft piano music floated through the air while guests moved around us,unaware or pretending to be.
Then,
“Whatever.” Monroe’s voice cut through the moment.
“Enjoy your little fantasy, Asia. Let’s go, Chanel.”
He grabbed her arm, pulling her toward the elevators, but not before throwing one last glare over his shoulder.
I held my breath until they disappeared.
The second they were gone, the stranger’s grip loosened, but he didn’t step away.
Instead, he turned me fully toward him.
Two fingers tilted my chin up, forcing my gaze to meet his.
“What's your name,kitten?.”
“Asia,” I said, my throat suddenly dry.
“Asia…” he repeated, like he was testing how it felt on his tongue.
A faint smile touched his lips. “What a name.”
Something about the way he said it made my stomach tighten.
Then his expression shifted.
“I assume you can hold your end of this for the next two days,” He said calmly. “You play my fiancée. That means touching, smiling… acting like you can’t stay away from me…Especially when Monroe is around.”
His hand dropped from my chin.
“He has something I need, distracting him makes things easier.”
My brows pulled together slightly, but he didn't give me a chance to respond.
“You’ll stay in my suite,” he added.
My eyes widened. “Wait,your suite? I can’t..”
“You already kissed me in public,” he cut in smoothly, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. “And claimed me as your man.”
My breath caught.
“You don’t get to hesitate now, little kitten.”
Before I could argue, he took my suitcase from my hand like it weighed nothing and started toward the private elevators, his other hand settling at the small of my back,possessive, guiding.
I followed because I didn’t know what else to do.
The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.
He stepped in and pressed the button for the top floor.
Then he turned to me.
“Rules.”
My spine straightened slightly.
“One,no real names in public,you can call me Eden.”
Eden.
The name lingered.
“Two, you don’t run, you don’t disappear.”
His gaze sharpened slightly.
“Three, whatever happens in private stays private.”
Something in the way he said that made my pulse skip.
“Understood?”
“Understood.”I nodded.
The elevator moved, smooth and silent. I stared at the glowing numbers, trying to steady my breathing.
Two days.
Just two days.
I could do this.
Smile. Pretend. Leave.
Simple.
Right?
But the moment the doors opened into a sprawling penthouse suite, my confidence cracked.
The space was massive,elegant,Intimidating.
My gaze drifted and landed on the bedroom.
The door was slightly open.
A king sized bed sat in the center,too big, too inviting.
I bit my lip hard,it hurt.
Eden set my suitcase down near the entrance,already loosening his tie like this was nothing,like this was normal.
“Bathroom’s there,” he said, nodding toward a marble door.
I barely heard him.
“Order whatever you want,”
He stepped closer.
My breath hitched as my back met the cool wall.
One hand braced beside my head, caging me in without actually touching me.
Too close.
Way too close.
His eyes dropped to my lips for a brief second before lifting back to mine.
“But first…”
My stomach tightened.
“We make sure you can sell this.”
My brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
A slow smile curved his lips—dangerous, knowing.
“We practice.”
My pulse spiked.
He leaned in, stopping just inches away. Close enough that I could feel his breath against my lips.
“Kiss me again,” he murmured. “Like you mean it this time.”
My chest rose unevenly.
“No panic,no audience.”
His voice dropped further.
“Just you and me.”
For a second, everything else faded.
This was insane.
I didn’t know him.
I shouldn’t want this.
And yet,my body didn’t seem to care.
I hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then, his phone buzzed loudly from the table.
The moment shattered.
Eden pulled back, jaw hardened as he glanced at the screen. Whatever he saw wasn't pleasant.
He looked back at me.
“Change of plans.”
My stomach dropped.
“Monroe might be leaving tomorrow,” he said,while moving back and forth. “And I still need that deal.”
He ran a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping.
“I have an idea.”
I didn’t like the sound of that.
“We’re having dinner with them tonight.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“Another chance to convince him,” he continued like it was already decided. “You’ve moved on.”
“But we..”
“No,” he cut in smoothly. “Get changed.”
And just like that, he turned and disappeared into the second closet.
I stood there, frozen.
My pulse still hadn’t settled.
My lips still tingled.
And reality was finally starting to sink in.
What exactly had I just agreed to?
Because this.
This was not the quiet vacation I had imagined.
And something told me, It was only going to get worse.
~~~Asia's POV~~~By the time I got downstairs, George was still there.Which surprised me.Not because he was waiting.Because he looked like he hadn't moved.The lobby bustled around him in the usual afternoon chaos. Employees came and went through the revolving doors. Phones rang behind reception. Security greeted visitors. Yet George stood near one of the large windows overlooking the street, hands shoved into his pockets, staring outside like he'd forgotten where he was.For a moment, I simply watched him.The bouquet was over, at least.Thank God.Small victories.I walked toward him, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor."George."He turned immediately.Something crossed his face.Relief maybe.Gone too quickly for me to be sure."Hey."I stopped beside him.The city stretched beyond the glass behind us, traffic moving steadily through the afternoon while sunlight reflected off nearby buildings.Neither of us spoke right away.The silence wasn't uncomfortable exac
Eden's POV"Do you think people can care about someone and still make them feel trapped?"The question followed me all the way back to my office.I shut the door behind me and dropped the Henderson file onto my desk.Then stood there.Staring at absolutely nothing.Because somehow, after everything that had happened over the past few weeks, that single question was the one thing I couldn't stop thinking about.I loosened my tie slightly and sank into my chair.First I walk into her office and find her husband standing beside her desk with enough flowers to supply a wedding venue.Then five minutes later she's asking me if someone can care about a person and still make them feel trapped.The timing wasn't exactly subtle.I leaned back slowly.Maybe she was talking about George.Maybe.But another possibility had been irritating me ever since I left her office.What if she meant me?The thought settled heavily in my chest.Because if I was being honest with myself.and I generally hated
Asia's POVThe second George walked around my desk, I knew I was in trouble.Not actual trouble.The complicated kind.The kind that made guilt settle heavily in your stomach because someone was trying to be kind and all you wanted was space."You don't have to carry everything yourself."His hand rested lightly against my shoulder.Friendly and supportive gesture.I guess?At least it should have felt normal.Instead, my entire body went strangely stiff. I hated that because George wasn't doing anything wrong.Not really.He wasn't grabbing me.Wasn't yelling.Wasn't demanding anything.Yet lately every interaction felt loaded with something neither of us was saying out loud.I opened my mouth, trying to find a response that wouldn't hurt his feelings.Trying to find a way to explain that gratitude and affection weren't the same thing.That just because he'd helped me didn't mean I belonged to him.But before I could say anything the office door opened.Neither of us looked immediate
Asia's POVTWO DAYS AFTER PARISBy ten o'clock, I had already regretted coming back to work.Not because of the workload.I loved work.Work made sense.Numbers made sense.But somehow, I was still overwhelmed with everything that has happened and what led me to this job in the first place.I stared at the quarterly reports on my screen while accomplishing absolutely nothing.The cursor blinked at me, mocking me.Twenty five emails remained unanswered.Two meetings sat on my calendar.And I'd reread the same paragraph six times without absorbing a single word.Pathetic.A knock sounded against my office door."Come in."The door opened.Sarah, one of the assistants, stepped inside carrying a folder."Good morning." I smiledShe hesitated. “Good morning.”That sounded forced.I wasn't prepared for the next thing Sarah was about to say"There's a man asking to see you."A man?Please don't be"George, he said his name is George."“Your husband.” Her eyes narrowed.I brought my head down
Asia's POVThe hospital smelled like antiseptic and exhaustion.I hated hospitals.Always had.Maybe because every hallway felt heavy with bad news.Maybe because hope and heartbreak seemed to live side by side inside these walls.Or maybe because right now my mother was sleeping behind one of those doors, and every time I looked at her, I felt guilty for not finding her sooner.The doctors had reassured me three separate times.She was dehydrated.Exhausted.Malnourished.But alive.Very much alive.The word still didn't feel real.I sat beside her bed and watched her sleep, tears burning behind my eyes for what felt like the hundredth time today.A knock sounded softly against the door.I already knew who it was.Eden.My stomach immediately did something ridiculous.I hated that.The door opened slowly.He stepped inside carrying two coffees.How sweet. The man solved every problem like it was a business transaction.I almost smiled.Almost."How is she?" His bass tone sent chills
Asia's POVBy the time I arrived at the location, my heart felt like it was trying to hammer its way through my ribs. Each beat was a brutal reminder that I was alone.Truly alone. In the belly of whatever nightmare waited for me.The abandoned warehouse crouched near the river like a dying beast, half-swallowed by shadows and flanked by rusted shipping containers that leaned against each other like drunks. Graffiti scarred the corrugated walls in faded, angry slashes. Broken glass glittered faintly under the weak security lights that still somehow worked. This was the kind of place people avoided even in daylight. The kind of place chosen on purpose because screams here would drown in the wind and the rush of the Seine.The sky had already surrendered to night. Heavy, low hanging clouds pressed down on Paris, pregnant with rain that hadn’t yet decided to fall. A cold wind whipped across the empty lot, carrying the metallic tang of rust, river rot, and distant diesel. I pulled my coat
Asia’s POV‘Bring him and we kill your mother.’The words burned into my skull so violently my knees almost gave out.For a second, the site disappeared.No rain.No Paris.No Eden standing in front of me.Just those words replaying over and over in my head like a death sentence.My mother, they wa
Eden’s POVThe moment Asia saw the photo, her entire body went rigid beside me.She didn't look shocked anymore, it had become normal to her, something that was part of her, she had gone numb to everything, and it made the anger in me intensify.The image filled the screen between us.Her mother ti
I woke up to darkness and panic.For one disoriented second, I forgot where I was.Then Paris came back slowly.The hotel suite.The rain. Eden.The messages. My mother.The weight slammed back into my chest so violently it stole the remaining sleep from my body instantly.I sat up too fast, breat
Eden’s POVNeither of us moved.The silence between us felt different now. Not awkward. Not tense in the usual way we had somehow perfected over the last few months.This was worse.Softer.The kind of silence that made you aware of breathing, eye contact, and the dangerously small amount of space







