LOGINLaura’s POVMy father was waiting in one of the smaller executive offices when Quinn and I finally walked in.For one strange second, I forgot how to breathe.George stood beside the window with one hand tucked into the pocket of his trousers, his attention fixed on the city outside. His hair had more gray in it now, salt and pepper threaded through the dark strands, but somehow he looked exactly the same.He still had that polished, expensive appearance that made people instinctively straighten their backs when he entered a room. His shirt was perfectly pressed, his watch probably cost more than a standard apartment, and his expression carried the same detached confidence I remembered from childhood.The same face that had watched me grow up without ever really seeing me.I hadn't seen him in almost two years.And somehow, the sight of him didn't make me feel nostalgic.It made my stomach twist.His gaze shifted from the window to me, then to Quinn.A smile slowly appeared.“Well,” h
Laura’s POVThe decision felt enormous.Everyone was staring at me, waiting for an answer, but my mouth refused to cooperate. I should say something. I definitely had to say something. Yet every time I tried to gather my thoughts, another question appeared and pushed the first one aside.What if I made the wrong decision?What if accepting Anto’s offer turned out to be one of the best things that could happen to Titan Media? What if it opened doors I hadn't even imagined? What if refusing it meant I was throwing away an opportunity I might never get again?And what if accepting it was exactly what Anto wanted?There were simply too many what-ifs running through my head.Before I could force myself to speak, a calm, familiar hand settled around my shoulders.“Perhaps we should give her some time to think about this,” Quinn said, his voice steady beside me.I looked up at him.He wasn't looking at Anto anymore.He was looking at me.Anto seemed to consider that for a moment before givin
Laura’s POVThe tension in the boardroom was nearly palpable.I could feel everyone's eyes on me. Watching me. Watching Quinn. Watching the strange little battle of wills unfolding between him and Anto. Most especially, Anto's eyes kept drifting from Quinn to me and then back to Quinn, as though he was trying to solve some puzzle that neither of us had given him permission to touch.It was unsettling.The only thing keeping me grounded was Quinn's hand resting on my thigh beneath the table, his fingers moving in slow, absentminded circles against the fabric of my skirt. Every now and then, his thumb brushed over the same spot, a quiet reminder that I wasn't sitting here alone.It made me feel less like a zoo animal.Because that was what it felt like.Everyone was watching.The meeting began with Anto already making demands, which immediately put Quinn in a mood that could probably curdle milk."This merger has been prolonged for far too long," Anto began, calmly shuffling through the
Quinn’s POVMonday morning arrived far too quickly.I had spent the entire weekend pretending I had somewhere better to be, even though I had barely left Laura’s side. She had warmed my bed more times than I cared to count, and every time I woke up with her beside me, something inside my chest loosened.I hadn’t felt this kind of peace in a long time.Which was precisely why I was beginning to hate Monday already.The meeting with Anto was necessary. I knew that. I had arranged it for a reason, even if Laura still had no idea what that reason was. But every time I looked at her, I found myself questioning whether I should postpone the entire damn thing and spend the day somewhere far less complicated.Like my bedroom.Laura stood in the living room, checking herself in the mirror one last time. She wore a fitted white shirt tucked into a black skirt, with a tailored jacket sitting neatly over her shoulders. It was professional enough for a business meeting.Unfortunately, it was also
Quinn's POVI rubbed slow circles over Laura's exposed arm, my fingertips moving absentmindedly over her skin as I stared at the ceiling.We had crossed the line.There was no pretending otherwise.Whatever carefully constructed boundaries we had spent months building had been shattered tonight, and I wasn't sure I wanted to rebuild them.I looked down.Laura was asleep beside me, her hair spread messily across the pillow, a few strands resting against her cheek. Her lips were slightly parted, her breathing soft and even.She looked peaceful.Too peaceful for someone who had completely destroyed whatever remained of my self-control.My fingers continued their slow movement over her arm.I should have felt guilty.Maybe I did.But mostly, I felt strangely calm.I had spent so long convincing myself that wanting her was temporary. That it was attraction. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Some twisted consequence of spending too much time around her.But tonight had made something painfully obvi
Laura's POVBy the time we got home, I had managed to convince myself that I was perfectly capable of behaving like a rational adult.That conviction lasted approximately three seconds.The moment the front door closed behind us, Quinn turned toward me.I barely had time to look up before his hands found my waist and his mouth found mine.I made a small sound against his lips, startled more by how quickly everything happened than by the kiss itself. His body was warm against mine, his familiar cologne surrounding me, and every sensible thought I had carefully collected during the drive home scattered like paper caught in a storm.This was a bad idea.A terrible idea.I knew that.I also knew I wanted it.Quinn kissed me again, His hand moved along my waist while the other settled against my ass, keeping me close as though he was afraid that if he gave me even an inch of space, I might remember that we were supposed to have boundaries.Six months of this phony marriage left. Six months
Laura Seven months.Seven months of sweating out my old life in Quinn’s private gym. Seven months of speech therapy to find the voice Hemsworth had spent years trying to silence. Seven months of learning the dark, jagged secrets of the entertainment industry from the man who sat at the very top of
LauraThe first thing I felt was the scent. It didn't smell like the sterile, bleach-heavy air of a hospital. It smelled like expensive oud, aged whiskey, and something dangerously masculine.I blinked my eyes open. The ceiling was charcoal grey, accented with soft, recessed LED lighting."You're a
LauraThe beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound in the sterile VIP suite.I stared at the white ceiling, my side burning with a dull, throbbing ache. It had been three days. Three days since the surgeons took a piece of my liver and put it into my husband’s body.The door clicked open. I
Hold still, Laura. You’re wrinkling the lapel."Hemsworth slapped my hand away from his chest. His touch, which used to send butterflies erupting in my stomach, now just left a stinging coldness."Sorry," I mumbled, stepping back.He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror of our penthouse, a







