Masuk⚠️ Content Warning This chapter contains mature romantic content between consenting adults. If that’s not your cup of tea, feel free to skip ahead to the next chapter. Adrian and Ava have been waiting a long time for this moment! ❤️ Adrian’s POV It wasn’t rushed or tentative. It was a longing. It was every unanswered question finding its answer in a single moment. Her fingers curled into the front of my shirt as she drew me closer, and I held her as though I was afraid the moment would disappear if I did. When we finally pulled apart, we remained close, our foreheads resting together as we caught our breath. A shy laugh escaped her. “You really came all this way just to apologize?” I smiled, my thumb brushing lightly across her cheek. “I came because I couldn’t stand another minute wondering if I’d already lost you.” Her expression softened. “You almost did.” The honesty stung because I knew I deserved it. “I’m here now,” I whispered. “And I’m not leaving.”
Adrian’s POV The rain had eased into a light drizzle by the time I pulled into the underground parking garage of Ava’s apartment building. I killed the engine but remained seated, my hands still resting on the steering wheel. What exactly was I going to say? I could feel my pulse changing. Yet standing outside Ava Sinclair’s apartment felt infinitely more daunting than facing a room full of hostile shareholders. With a quiet sigh, I stepped out into the cool evening air and crossed the lobby. The concierge looked up from his desk and offered a polite smile of recognition. “Good evening, Mr. Blackwood.” I returned the greeting with a brief nod before making my way to the elevator. Each floor seemed to pass slower than the last. By the time the doors slid open, my heartbeat had become impossible to ignore. The hallway was quiet, illuminated by soft amber lights that cast long shadows across the polished floor. I stopped outside her apartment, warm light glowed beneat
Adrian’s POV The words refused to make sense. “Employee Leave Request: Ava Sinclair. Effective.” For several long seconds, I simply stared at the screen. I blinked once, then again, as though the words might rearrange themselves into something less alarming. They didn’t. A strange tightness settled beneath my ribs. “When was this submitted?” I asked quietly, my voice sounding unfamiliar even to myself. Noah glanced at the notification before answering. “Less than twenty minutes ago.” My eyes lifted to his. “Who approved it?” “No one yet.” He shook his head. “Human Resources forwarded it to your office for authorization.” A cold feeling spread through me. “I never received it.” “They sent it while we were in the settlement meeting.” Of course they had. While I was fighting Victoria over percentages, contracts, and legal rights… Ava had quietly requested leave. I handed the phone back to Noah without another word. The conference room door swung open benea
Adrian’s POV The boardroom had become a battlefield. There were no raised voices or slammed fists. Only contracts, shareholder agreements, valuation reports, and lawyers prepared to argue over every sentence. Victoria sat across from me, impeccably dressed in charcoal gray, her expression calm as though we were discussing next quarter’s earnings instead of dismantling the company I’d spent years rebuilding. My legal counsel slid another document across the table. “Based on the divorce settlement,” my attorney began, “Mrs. Blackwood has filed to enforce the ownership interest reserved under the original agreement. Her initial claim is forty percent of Blackwood Holdings.” The words landed like a hammer. Forty percent. Not a controlling stake. But enough to paralyze every major decision the company made. “Our position,” Victoria’s attorney said evenly, “is that the agreement was never fully honored. Mrs. Blackwood is entitled to the entire forty percent.” My attorn
Ava’s POV Three days changed everything. Not because anything dramatic happened, but because everything that had once felt effortless between Adrian and I suddenly became impossible to find. The lunch we always had stopped. The late afternoon coffee he occasionally insisted I drink stopped. Even the small conversations outside his office disappeared, replaced by hurried footsteps and closed doors that seemed to remain shut for hours at a time. The executive floor felt strangely empty without him, even though I knew he was somewhere inside the building. He was simply…..elsewhere. I told myself not to overthink it. After everything that had happened at the restaurant, it made sense that he would be busy. Victoria’s sudden return hadn’t only reopened old wounds. It had reopened years of unfinished legal business. That was what everyone in the company seemed to be talking about. Victoria’s public reappearance had stunned New York. Most people still believed she’d die
Adrian’s POV The restaurant remained just as crowded after Victoria left, yet it felt as though every sound had been swallowed by the envelope resting between Ava and I. The quiet conversation around us faded into meaningless noise, while my eyes remained fixed on the cream-colored document she had left behind. Ava hadn’t touched her food. Neither had I. “You should open it,” she said softly. Her voice pulling me from my thoughts. Without replying, I reached across the table and slid a finger beneath the seal. The paper gave way with a faint tear that sounded far louder than it should have. I unfolded the documents slowly, already expecting another one of Victoria’s games. But when she had said unfinished business, I couldn’t think of any business we had until I opened the first page. A legal notice. I skimmed the first paragraph, then the second. By the time I reached the final page, my jaw had locked so tightly it hurt. “What is it?” Ava asked. I didn’t answer instead
Ava’s POVThe door closes behind me, soft and almost weightless against the storm building inside my chest. I keep walking, one step after another, my heels striking the floor in a steady rhythm that doesn’t match the chaos in my pulse. I don’t stop in the hallway, not when the receptionist glances
Ava’s POVIt’s been one week working for him. One week pretending I don’t remember the night we shared. One week of acting like nothing happened when everything changed. And the truth is, pretending is getting harder.Adrian Blackwood doesn’t miss a thing. Not the way my focus slips, not the way I
Adrian’s POVI see her the second she looks up, I recognize her instantly. The woman from the club. Same eyes. Same composure. But this time, there’s no alcohol to soften the edges. No dim lights to blur the details.I don’t break stride as I walk into the room. I can feel the shift around me—conve
Ava's PovMia didn’t say anything at first. She just stared at me from across the kitchen, her fingers wrapped tightly around a mug of coffee that had long gone cold, like she’d forgotten it existed. Her eyes were locked on me—searching, calculating, waiting for me to say something that would make







