LOGINPOV: Evelyn Reeve
The sound of our footsteps echoed against the polished marble of the Meridian Miami lobby.
Around us, the afternoon rush was starting to pick up—people in tailored suits darting toward elevators, the hum of high-stakes creativity vibrating through the glass walls. Jovan walked beside me, his presence a steady anchor in the sea of noise.
He stopped right by my workstation, his hands sliding casually into his trouser pockets. He didn't look like a Senior E
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 The trauma that used to make my hands shake in the dark had been replaced by the steady, warm memory of Jovan’s hand in mine.I reached for my phone on the nightstand.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: Jovan BradfordThe iPhone on my desk thrummed with a persistent, low-frequency buzz that cut through the sterile silence of my office. The screen illuminated, flashing 'Kendrick Beckham' in a demanding rhythm.I didn't move. I sat back in my leather chair, elbows anchored to the mahogany surface, fingers laced over the bridge of my nose. I watched the light fade, letting the call slip into the void of voicemail, only for the vibration to start again seconds later.Kendrick was never one for taking a hint.I exhaled a long, jagged breath. There was no running from this conversation. Not today. I reached out, my thumb sliding across the glass to answer, before pressing the cold device to my ear."Hey, Kendrick," I said. My voice was a flat line, a careful mask for the storm brewing in my chest."Jovan! Finally. I was starting to think you’d pulled a disappearing act or were busy dodging destiny," Kendrick’s voice crackled with an annoying
"Sure, Damian. Is there an issue with my reports?""No, your work is excellent. I just need a signature on your updated insurance forms," he said, sliding the folder over.I let out a breath of relief, reaching for my pen.As I leaned down to sign, Damian spoke in a casual tone—but loud enough for Maya, Stella, and half the floor to hear."By the way, Evelyn. I wanted to say congratulations."My hand stopped mid-stroke. I looked up, confused. "Congratulations for what?"Damian’s smile widened. "On the new status with Jovan. Shae called me this morning; she said she was thrilled he finally found someone who can actually handle him. So... I hope it lasts, all the way to the altar."Silence.One second. Two. Three.The entire admin wing went dead quiet. I froze, my mouth slightly open, my pen slipping from my fingers and clattering onto the desk."Damian..." I croaked, my face reaching a level of heat that felt like
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe scent of slightly singed sourdough filled Shae’s dining nook.I didn't care about the toast, though. I was too busy staring at my reflection in the window, my face radiating a glow that could probably put the Miami sun to shame.Shae sat across from me, her chin propped on her hands. She’d been wearing that same predatory, mischievous smirk for the last ten minutes."So..." she started, her eyebrows dancing. "How does it feel to wake up with a brand-new status, Mrs. Jovan Bradford?"I choked on my orange juice.I scrambled for a piece of toast, using it as a shield to hide my burning cheeks."Shut up, Shae! We aren't married. We literally just made it official last night," I muffled through the bread."Oh, please! Who was it that barged into my room at midnight, banging on the door just to scream 'Shae, he’s mine!' while jumping like a caffeinated kangaroo?"I winced. Okay, maybe the euphoria had ma
SLAM.I threw myself into the furthest stall and slid the lock home.I collapsed onto the closed lid, my fingers clawing into my scalp. The world was spinning, and the only thing I could hear was the harsh, rattling sound of my own panic."He's here... he knows..." I choked o
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe past week had been a masterclass in performance art.I laughed at Shae’s jokes during our morning coffee, played the role of the blushing bride-to-be in iMessage threads with Noelle, and sent Jovan endless strings of heart emojis as if my world were made
"I’ll wait," he whispered. "I’ll wait until your heart is ready, and until all those shadows in your head finally clear out."He gave me a small, knowing smile, his eyes drifting for a second as if seeing a memory."The truth is, I’ve been falling for you since the
POV: EvelynThe night breeze drifted across the wooden deck, carrying the sharp, salt-tangled scent of the Atlantic. In the center of our table, the candle flame shivered, casting erratic shadows across the white linen and my own trembling hands.I tried to anchor myself with a smil







