LOGINKENDRICKIf anyone had asked me this morning where I'd end the day, London wouldn't have been my answer.At six-thirty, I was boarding my jet for Amsterdam. The meetings had stretched longer than expected. By lunchtime, we were reviewing network architecture with their internal team. By mid-afternoon, we'd identified two critical vulnerabilities and drafted a response plan that would keep them operational until my engineers arrived later in the week.By five o'clock, the contracts were signed. By five-fifteen, I was already walking back toward the runway.Matthew had laughed when I told him I was flying straight home instead of staying the night. “You know,” he'd said, “normal CEOs would celebrate closing a deal like this.” Maybe, but normal CEOs weren't in love. I needed to see my Peaches.Now the SUV sat quietly outside Yulia's apartment building, the engine humming softly beneath us. The entrance door opened.There she was. She hurried out, looking around with that adorable express
YULIA“Why the long face? Someone stole your cat?” Adeline quipped, eyeing me over the rim of her paper coffee cup.I pouted. “No.”“Then what is it?” she probed.“Kendrick texted me yesterday that he had to catch an emergency flight this morning.” I frowned at my phone. “I've called him twice and sent a couple of messages, but he hasn't answered.”“Hmmm.” She smirked knowingly. “So you're worried.”“Of course!” I whisper-yelled, mindful of the other students scattered around the university café.Adeline laughed. “Relax… He probably hasn't landed yet, or he's still in the meeting. You know what his job is like.”“I know.” I stared at my untouched latte. “I just wish he'd let me know he got there safely.”“He will.”“I hope so.”She reached across the table and lightly nudged my arm. “He hasn't given you a reason to doubt him, has he?”“No.”“Then stop overthinking.”I sighed, peering at her. “Is it bad that I miss him this much?”Adeline burst into laughter. “Yes!”I rolled my eyes. “
KENDRICK“You couldn't even wait for me to tell you I made it back?”Her voice was the first thing that softened the edge of my day. I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding everything together until she picked up, and suddenly I wasn’t thinking about reports, logs, or the endless noise of work anymore—just her.I could hear her grin even through the phone. I let out a quiet chuckle. “Jude already told me.”Her laugh followed instantly, light and familiar. “Of course he did.”“He called five minutes ago.”“So that's why you're calling?”“Partly.”“And the other reason?”“I miss you,” I replied without hesitating.There was a small pause on her end, like she hadn’t expected me to say it that directly. Then her voice softened in a way that always got under my skin. “I miss you too.”Silence settled between us, but it wasn’t empty. It was comfortable. Familiar. The kind that didn’t need filling.“Any updates?” she asked quietly.I exhaled softly before I even answered. “Nothing ye
YULIABy the time Adeline and I left the apartment, the sun was beginning to sink over London, painting the sky in streaks of orange and soft pink. A cool evening breeze made me zip up my jacket as we walked toward the car waiting outside. Jude greeted us with a polite nod before opening the rear door. I still wasn't completely used to having someone drive me everywhere, and judging by the amused look Adeline sent my way, neither was she.“Your chariot awaits, Mi lady,” she teased.I rolled my eyes as I climbed inside. “Don't start.”“Oh, I'm absolutely starting.”I laughed despite myself, and the drive to Bella Roma passed with easy conversation.The restaurant was already buzzing when we arrived. Warm lights hung from the ceiling, soft Italian music drifted through the room, and the scent of garlic, basil, and freshly baked bread filled the air. Jude escorted us to the entrance before quietly stepping back outside.“I'll be right here when you're ready to leave, Miss Adley.”“Thank
YULIAThe weekend didn’t feel like something that ended. It felt like something I was still inside of.Even when I was back in my room at university, even when the campus noise started bleeding into my thoughts again, there was still Kendrick in the back of my mind. His voice. His hands. The way he looked at me made me feel like I was the only thing in the room that mattered.I kept catching myself smiling for no reason, then immediately stopping like I’d done something wrong. Because now there was something else underneath it all.That message.Enjoying your weekend?It should’ve been easy to ignore. Easy to laugh off. But it wasn’t. It sat in my chest like a weight I couldn’t shake. I turned my phone over on my desk for the fifth time, like maybe if I stopped looking at it, it would stop existing. It didn’t work.I exhaled slowly and leaned back in my chair.Friday had felt perfect. Too perfect, maybe. Like everything had finally settled into place. Kendrick and I had spent the nigh
KENDRICKOne moment, Yulia was smiling, curled against my side in front of the fireplace. Next, her brows drew together, and a small frown appeared on her face.I sat up slightly. “What's wrong?”Before she could answer, the phone lit up again. This time, she went still. I watched her face go into shock as she stared at the screen.Something tightened in my chest. “What is it?” “I think…” Her voice came out small. “I think you should see this.” Slowly, she turned the phone toward me. I took the phone from her hand.The sender was an unknown number. First, it was a text: Enjoying your weekend? Then, another text. This time, a photograph.My jaw clenched instantly.It was a photo of her in a dimly lit restaurant, leaning in toward me. The angle was off, making it look more intimate than it actually was. Close enough to be dangerous if someone wanted it to be.Yulia looked up at me fast, like she was searching for my reaction more than the image itself.“What if they post it?” she whisp
YULIAMoving day felt strange, not because I was going back to university, but because I was leaving my father’s house for school. Again.The last few weeks had become a rhythm I never expected to settle into so easily. Living with Kendrick and then coming home to familiar voices in the background
YULIA“This is it?” I asked, glancing around the parking lot filled with cars. “Yes.” Kendrick parked his car and turned to me. “Ever been to a street race?”I shook my head wildly, speechless all of a sudden. His expression barely changed, but his eyes said otherwise . “Then prepare yourself. Yo
KENDRICK“What were they thinking, letting her live with you?” Victor asked, leaning back lazily in the chair across from my desk like he owned the space.“Safety.” I shrugged, flipping through the folder in front of me without bothering to look up. “Apparently, her father thinks London will collap
YULIA“We’re almost there, baby girl.” My father watched me as I angled towards the side window, lost in my thoughts.“I still can’t believe you eloped and got married.” I glanced at him, and he was smiling.“Well… I can’t be single forever. I’m ready to settle down and spend the rest of my life wi







