LOGINJovan shoveled a forkful of food onto his plate, then looked at me with a mock-serious expression.
"Evie, do you know what kind of cloud makes me the most nervous?"
I paused, my fork halfway to my mouth. "A storm cloud? A hurricane?"
"No," he said, his eyes twinkling. "The one that says I wanna—a-wanna—be with you forever."
I felt the heat rush to my cheeks instantly. I couldn't help it; I let out a snort that turned into a genuine laugh.
"That i
POV: Evelyn ReeveThe rich, savory scent of rosemary-crusted lamb and a vintage Cabernet filled the Bradford dining room. The massive mahogany table, which usually looked far too formal for a Tuesday, was now crowded with platinum-rimmed plates and the remains of a feast Sasha had insisted on ordering from a Michelin-starred bistro nearby.The clink of silver against china was the only thing punctuating Sasha’s animated chatter."Eat up, Evelyn. You’re barely touching your sea bass," Odette said, reaching over to slide another portion of grilled asparagus onto my plate. "You look far too thin. New York stress is a thief, honey. We need to get some color back in those cheeks."I offered a small, shy smile. My stomach was already tight—not from hunger, but from the sheer weight of the warmth in this room."I’m trying, Odette. Everything is delicious, really.""You’ll need to get used to heavier meals," Odette continued breezily, pouring me mor
I was reeling. "I’m sorry for the surprise, Mrs. Bradford…""Where is he?! Where is that brat?! Did he really let you come here alone in an Uber?!" Odette pulled back, looking left and right with a fierce expression, ready to scold someone.Right then, Jovan jumped out from behind the pillar, his arms spread wide."SURPRISE, MOM!"Odette turned, her expression going deadpan for exactly one second."Oh, you’re here too," she said dismissively, before immediately turning back to me with a beaming smile. "Come inside, Evelyn honey. Don't stand out here in the wind. Treat this like your own home."Jovan froze, his arms still hanging in the air, completely ignored."Mom? No hug? Your favorite son is home?" he protested."Grab the bags and get inside! I’ll hug you once you’ve showered—you smell like JFK airport!" Odette called out over her shoulder as she ushered me into the foyer, leaving Jovan pouting on the porch.I looked
POV: EvelynThe Uber ride from the airport had taken nearly ninety minutes. Manhattan rush hour was a beast that didn’t care about my schedule or my fraying nerves.As the car finally turned into a quiet, tree-lined street on the Upper East Side, the late afternoon sun began to dip, casting a long, amber glow over the limestone townhouses.I sat up straighter, my chest tightening as I looked out the window.This wasn't just a neighborhood. It was a fortress of old money.The buildings here were imposing—ornate stonework, private security guards standing like statues near polished brass doors, and rows of sleek black SUVs idling at the curbs.I knew Jovan came from money, but seeing the physical reality of his world felt like a cold weight in my stomach."Jovan… is this where you grew up?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper."Born and raised," he answered casually, checking his watch. He didn't seem to notice the way my fingers
The silence in the car on the way to Miami International was heavy. I sat stiffly, watching the Florida palms blur past, but my mind was already three hours ahead, landing in a city that felt like a ghost story.My hands, resting on my lap, were cold and slick with sweat.Jovan noticed. He reached over, sliding his hand into mine and squeezing gently."Your hands are like ice," he murmured. "Still nervous?"I looked at him, searching his calm, olive-toned face. I took a long, jagged breath."Honestly? Yeah. It’s not just your parents, Jovan. It’s… New York."I swallowed hard, my voice betraying me with a slight quiver."The last time I was there, I was running away. I left with my life in pieces. That city is full of shadows for me. I’m terrified that the moment I step off that plane, all those old memories—Archer, the betrayal—they’re just going to swallow me whole again."Jovan nodded slowly. He lifted my hand to his lips, pr
POV: Evelyn ReeveA month has passed, and the rhythm at Meridian Miami has finally shifted into something resembling peace. The dust from the scandal—the whispers, the sidelong glances in the breakroom—has finally settled. It’s been replaced by the hum of productivity and the kind of genuine warmth I never thought I’d find in a corporate office again.I stood at my desk, sliding a few personal items into my handbag. I’d already logged off, my files neatly organized for Maya to take over while I was gone."Are you sure a week is enough?" Maya asked, swiveling her chair toward me with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Who knows? Maybe you’ll get used to the city again and turn this into a permanent 'wedding leave.'"I let out a soft laugh, though my heart gave a sharp, nervous thud.The plan to move to London was still a secret—a heavy, golden weight shared only between me, Jovan, and Damian Vale. To Maya and Stella, we were just taking a standard we
POV: Jovan BradfordThe Miami heat usually lingers long after the sun dips below the Atlantic, but tonight, the fire was under my skin. Adrenaline surged through my veins, a frantic, electric pulse that made sleep feel like a distant, impossible concept.I had just dropped Evelyn off. The promise we’d made—the new life I’d practically swore on my soul to give her—burned in the back of my throat.I didn't waste a second. I threw my keys onto the marble counter of my apartment and grabbed my phone. It was late, past nine, but time zones were just numbers when your future was on the line. Kendrick and Noelle were probably mid-transit or just touching down.I found Kendrick Beckham’s name in my contacts. My thumb hovered over the call button for a heartbeat.Don’t be too late. Please, don't tell me they gave that London desk to some Ivy League shark already.I pressed dial.Ring... Ring...I paced the length of my living room, the
POV: Evelyn ReeveI checked my watch for the tenth time in the last hour. The second hand seemed to be dragging itself through molasses, mocking the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest.The latte on my desk was a lost cause—stone cold and untouched for two hours, leaving a dark,
POV: Evelyn ReeveI collapsed into my chair, the last of my strength evaporating like mist under the harsh Florida sun.The iced latte sat on the edge of the mahogany desk. I stared at it, watching the condensation bead and trail down the plastic cup like cold sweat. I had to force
POV: Evelyn ReeveI stood frozen, my heels rooted to the breakroom floor for several seconds after Jovan’s silhouette vanished past the door.I took a sharp, jagged breath, trying to stifle the frantic drumming against my ribs. My skin still felt electrified where he’d touched me—a
POV: Jovan BradfordSeven days.A full week has passed since that conversation with Shae, yet her voice still rattles inside my skull like a persistent echo.I sat in my office, the silence of the Meridian Miami building pressing against my eardrums. My eyes were fixed on the







