ログインGwenI was horrified.The sight of Alex, bruised, bleeding, barely able to stand, made my stomach twist so violently I thought I might be sick. His face was swollen on one side, a cut on his lip still oozing blood, and the way he held his ribs told me the damage underneath was even worse. He looked like he had been through a war.What the hell had happened to him?My mind raced with terrible possibilities. Had he gotten into some sort of gang fight? Was this connected to whatever family emergency had kept him away for days? Or had he done something reckless because of me?I couldn’t stop the tears from coming as I helped him into the ambulance. The paramedics were efficient, strapping him onto the stretcher and checking his vitals, but I stayed right beside him, clutching his hand like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.“I’m here,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I’m not leaving you.”He looked up at me through half-lidded eyes, pain etched across his face, but there was somet
AlexI got the girl safely to a hotel.She was barely conscious by the time we left the event, mumbling nonsense and leaning heavily on me. I booked her a room, made sure she had water and painkillers on the nightstand, and left her with the front desk staff watching over her. But I knew undoubtedly that I had invited trouble to myself. There were cars trailing behind me. Most likely the goons who had drugged and tried to take advantage of the girl at the party. My jaw clenched and unclenched.I tried to lose them for a few blocks, weaving through quieter roads, but they were persistent. Eventually, they caught up at a quiet intersection near the edge of campus. Two more cars pulled in, boxing me in.I stepped out of my car slowly, fists clenched at my sides. Four men got out, big, rough-looking types who clearly weren’t here for conversation.“You should’ve minded your own business back there, doc,” one of them growled, cracking his knuckles.I didn’t reply. Words wouldn’t help no
Alex's PovI hadn’t expected things to progress this fast.One minute I was trying to keep my distance, telling myself I was doing the right thing by giving her space. The next, Gwen was straddling my lap in front of half the building, kissing me like she’d been dying to do it for weeks. And then… she asked me to stay.I stood in my apartment, still tasting her on my lips, staring at the wall that separated us. My shirt still smelled faintly like her perfume. The memory of her soft weight on me, the desperate little sound she made when I kissed her back, it was burned into my brain.Fate, or whatever the hell you wanted to call it, seemed to be laughing at me. The more I pushed her away, the harder it pulled us together. Every time I told myself to stay back, something threw us into each other’s path. The banana peel. The package. Last night.I was tired.Tired of fighting it. Tired of pretending I didn’t want her. Tired of carrying the weight of my family’s expectations while trying
I woke up with the worst headache of my life and the distinct feeling that I had ruined everything.My mouth tasted like regret and stale alcohol. My eyes felt like I had sand in them, and when I tried to move, my body protested with a dull ache. The room was dim, curtains drawn, but the light sneaking in still felt too bright. I groaned softly, pressing a hand to my forehead.What happened last night?Fragments came back in flashes, the party, fairy lights, Nelson’s easy laugh, Alex arriving, the game of Truth or Dare… and then me, bold and drunk, straddling Alex in front of everyone and kissing him like my life depended on it.Oh God. Oh my fucking God. I had kissed him. In public. In front of the entire building.Fresh mortification crashed over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the bed would swallow me whole. I needed water. And painkillers. And a time machine to undo last night.My phone started blaring on the nightstand, loud, insistent, and cruel. I reached for it blindly,
Alex's PovI didn’t know how I’d react when I saw her again.Part of me hoped I’d feel nothing. That the days away dealing with my father’s hospital room and the vultures circling the family empire would have dulled whatever pull she had on me. But the second I stepped onto that rooftop and my eyes found her in that soft green dress, laughing at something Nelson said… something in my chest eased and tightened at the same time.She looked good. Better than the last time I saw her, curled up and miserable on her couch. Healthier. Brighter. And standing next to him.I forced my expression to stay neutral as people swarmed me. Heather and Jane, a few others whose names I didn’t bother remembering. Women who smiled too wide, touching my arm, asking where I’d been. I gave short answers. My mind wasn’t on them.It was on Gwen.I was happy to see her. Stupidly, dangerously happy. Even from across the distance, I could tell she was doing okay. That eased something in me I didn’t want to name.
Gwen's PovBy Friday night, I had almost convinced myself I was overthinking everything.Saturday arrived, the night of the building party.I stood in front of my mirror for way too long, debating what to wear. In the end, I chose a simple soft green dress that was cute but comfortable, paired with light makeup and my favorite earrings. Nothing too fancy. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone.My phone buzzed just as I was grabbing my keys.Nelson: Hey! I’m downstairs. Ready when you are I smiled a little. He was sweet, safe, and easy to be around. Exactly what I needed tonight.I met him in the lobby. He looked nice in his dark jeans, a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a warm smile the moment he saw me.“You look great,” he said, sounding genuinely happy.“Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself,” I replied with a small laugh. “Shall we?”We headed up to the rooftop lounge together. The moment we stepped out, the party made an impact. There were fairy lights strung ever
Alex's PovShe trembled beneath me, chest rising and falling fast, eyes glassy with pleasure. She looked utterly wrecked already, and I had just started.I crawled up her body, caging her with my arms, my cock heavy and leaking against her stomach. Her hazel eyes met mine, wide and trusting, even
Gwen's PovI didn't sleep.Not really. I lay on the softest mattress I had ever touched in my life, staring at the ceiling of Alex's guest room while the city glittered silently beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, and I counted the hours by the slow shift of the skyline from black to purple to a p
Gwen's PovThe private jet was unlike anything I had ever experienced.I sat in one of the cream leather seats, staring out the window as the city disappeared below us. Everything felt unreal. Just weeks ago, my life was quiet and predictable. Now I was flying to Munich with Alex Thorne, a man who
My nerves tingled. I watched him take a drink, swirl it around in his mouth like a fine wine, and then swallow it. The working of his throat made me hot, but that was nothing compared to what the intensity of his stare did to me. “Till then,” he murmured. “I will let you go now .” He kissed me.







