LOGINPOV: Evelyn Reeve
The white porcelain plates, once loaded with Miami’s finest fusion cuisine, had been whisked away by the server. My table felt strangely vast now, occupied only by three glasses of fruit juice that glowed like neon signs against the dark wood.
I leaned back, pressing the cold condensation of my orange juice against my palm. It was a rare moment of peace. I pulled my phone from my bag, my thumb aimlessly scrolling through Instagram, letting the salt-tinged
POV: Evelyn ReeveTime has a strange way of healing things here at Meridian Miami. The days that used to feel like a slow crawl through a minefield have shifted into a rhythm I actually look forward to.It’s been two weeks since the storm finally broke. No more Archer lurking in the shadows of my mind. No more of Chloe’s toxic, sharp-tongued side-eyes in the breakroom. The office on the tenth floor has started to feel less like a corporate cage and more like a second home.Every morning follows a sweet, deliberate pattern.Jovan picks me up—sometimes we take his car, other times we walk the few blocks if the Miami heat isn't too oppressive. There’s always a vanilla cold brew waiting on my desk before I even arrive. We don't hide our lunch dates anymore. We just go.Maya and Stella have officially given up on teasing us. The sight of Jovan stopping by my desk just to tuck a stray lock of hair behind my ear or drop off a small bar of dark chocolate h
Jovan watched me eat with a look of quiet satisfaction. I knew he had no regrets about that rejected email to the London office. Not when he could sit here and watch me finally enjoy a meal without looking over my shoulder."Oh, by the way," Jovan said after a sip of his iced tea. "My mother called again this morning."I stopped mid-bite, my eyes widening. "Odette? What did she say? Please tell me she isn't asking about grand-kids already."Jovan laughed so hard he nearly choked. "No, we haven't reached that level of interrogation yet. She just wanted to know how you were. She kept asking, 'Where is that sweet Evelyn? Why hasn't she hopped on a FaceTime call lately?' She misses talking to you."A flush of warmth spread across my cheeks. Being accepted by his family was a concept that used to feel impossible, a dream I had given up on with Archer’s family. Now, it felt so natural."Tell her I said hi," I murmured, feeling shy but happy. "And t
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe desk calendar in front of Maya was currently the most important document in the building. Three heads—mine, Maya’s, and Stella’s—were huddled over it like we were plotting a heist.In a way, we were. We were planning a getaway from the relentless grind of corporate Florida."Look at this," Maya whispered, her eyes gleaming behind her glasses as she tapped a Friday on the next month's page. "It’s a holiday. If we take that Friday off, we’ve got a three-day weekend. Total bliss."Stella took a slow sip of her coffee, her expression unreadable but her nod approving. "I’m in. The workload has been manageable since the last audit. Where are we thinking? A drive down to Key West? Or maybe we charter a boat to the Bahamas?"I leaned my chin on my palm, a genuine smile tugging at my lips. For the first time in months, the idea of a future didn’t feel like a heavy weight."The Baha
The second I closed my bedroom door, I collapsed onto the bed, a ridiculous, giddy smile plastered on my face. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it to my chest, rolling over like a teenager after her first real date.My heart felt full—almost too big for my ribs. The fear was gone. The trauma that used to make my hands shake in the dark had been replaced by the steady, warm memory of Jovan’s hand in mine.I reached for my phone on the nightstand. There was only one person who needed the play-by-play.I tapped Sophie’s name on iMessage and hit the call button."EVELYN?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!"Sophie’s voice exploded through the speaker before I could even get the phone to my ear. I winced, pulling the device back with a grin."Soph, breathe. You're going to give yourself a heart attack.""Screw breathing! I saw your Instagram story! That hand! That watch! That was definitely a man’s hand, Evie! And not just any
POV: EvelynThe Miami night air was thick, a humid velvet that carried the sharp tang of salt and the distant, rhythmic pulse of the Atlantic. Neon lights from the shoreline hotels bled into the dark sky, casting shimmering streaks of violet and gold over the hood of Jovan’s vintage silver Porsche.Jovan drove with a relaxed, one-handed grip on the wheel, but I could feel the hum of his thoughts vibrating through the small space of the cabin. He was too quiet. Not the comfortable silence we usually shared, but the kind of quiet that follows a monumental decision.He didn't know I saw the notification on his phone earlier. A confirmation of a sent email. A 'No' to a dream he’d chased for five years. With one click, he had walked away from the London headquarters, the corner office overlooking the Thames, and the kind of global influence that defined men like him.He’d traded the world for a life here. For me.The thought sent a wave of heat through
I stared at the blue lines. The Keys project. It was a five-year commitment, at least."It looks solid, Rhett. I knew the team could pull it off," I said, though my smile felt brittle.Rhett clapped me on the shoulder, a heavy, friendly thud. "It’s your leadership, man. The team hasn't been this synchronized in years. Everyone’s saying the next five years are going to be the Golden Era for Meridian if we keep this line-up."Five years. The team was counting on me. Rhett was counting on me."Yeah... let's hope so," I muttered."Count on it! Anyway, I’m heading back to the pit. Technical briefing at four?" Rhett rolled up his papers and whistled his way out, oblivious to the fact that his captain was currently considering sinking the ship.I rubbed my face with both hands. The weight of it all was crushing. How could I walk away from a team that finally felt like a brotherhood?Before I could catch my breath, the door creaked open again
POV: JovanThe atmosphere at our table was heavy with the kind of silence only old friends could navigate.Kendrick took a slow sip of his iced Americano, the clink of ice against glass punctuating the hum of the bistro. He set it down, his gaze shifting from the condensation on the
I exhaled, a shy smile tugging at my lips. I glanced back at their table. From this distance, Jovan looked different—intense, gesturing as he spoke to Kendrick. He looked every bit the powerful executive, cold and commanding.Noelle followed my gaze. "You’ve probably only seen the 'Prince
POV: Jovan BradfordThe roar of my Triumph Scrambler swallowed the humid Miami air as I cut through the midday traffic toward the coast. Behind me, I could feel Evelyn. She wasn't clinging to me—not yet—but the slight pressure of her hands against my waist was enough to make my pulse kick
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe air at the table turned brittle the second Noelle dropped that bombshell.I kept my eyes glued to the linen napkin in my lap, my face burning. Beside me, I could feel Jovan’s sudden tension—the way his breathing hitched, becoming shallow and controlled.







