Lahat ng Kabanata ng His For A Night: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

MayaI kept my eyes fixed on the presentation folder in front of me. Deliberately.Avoiding looking up. Avoiding him.Damian sat to my left, flipping through slides on the screen, talking with far more energy than usual. He was confident on most days... but not today.Not with Roman in the room. Roman hadn't said much. But his silence was loud.He sat across from us with a stony face one hand resting over the other as he listened with chilling stillness.He wasn't the man I remembered. He wasn't the man who kissed me like he needed to breathe me in. He wasn't the man who declared that he wouldn't let me marry Damian.Damian cleared his throat and tried to smile. "We're projecting a steady incline in revenue over the next quarter. The diversification plan will ensure we sustain market share while the investment continues to scale."Roman's dark eyes never left the screen, but his fingers tapped once slowly against the table.And then, without warning, he spoke. "Your numbers are inflat

MayaI came to work early slid into my seat quietly, trying to breathe past the tight feeling in my chest. I turned on the monitor and pretended to scroll through emails, but my gaze kept betraying me.It went to him. Roman.Through the glass wall of his office, I could see him. Leaning against his desk, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a phone to his ear, his brows drawn.His voice was low, muffled by the glass, but the intensity in his posture said more than words ever could. I hated that I noticed that. I hated that I cared enough to notice at all.I hadn't spoken to him since our last interaction. The folder he tossed me was still sitting unopened in the drawer beneath my desk. Childish? Maybe. But I hadn't decided how to feel about any of this yet—him being here, working under my father's name, walking around like this wasn't insane.Because it was. It was insane.Why was he even here? Who sent him? What was he planning?And more importantly—why did a tiny part of me fee

RomanShe smelled like peaches. That damn elevator scene hadn't left my head.The way her breath hitched when I stepped in. The way her spine stiffened, like she was ready for war but her eyes, those eyes, they betrayed her.Maya Hartwell still burned for me.She tried to act like she didn't. But I saw through it. Hell, I felt it.The way her lips parted, the way she barely held herself together that wasn't someone indifferent. That was someone lying to herself.And maybe I was lying too. Because the truth was, I didn't just want her close so she could watch her father's empire unravel from the inside.I wanted her close for me. For the way she still challenged me with every word. For the fire she gave even when she was losing ground.And maybe... because the chaos in her eyes made me forget the ones in mine.But she was also a distraction. One I couldn't afford.I could play it cool. I could stay sharp with her sitting right across from me. But her?She couldn't fake it well enough.

MayaI kept my eyes fixed on the wall in front of me. I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break."I'm not crying," I muttered.He chuckled and shut the door behind him with a soft thud. "Right," he said, the word dripping with teasing disbelief. "Just sitting on the stairs alone... eyes red... voice wobbly... not crying at all. Got it."I rolled my eyes, sniffed once, and hugged my knees tighter. "Go away, Roman.""Nope."I expected him to lean against the wall, toss a few more sarcastic lines my way before leaving me alone.Instead, he sank down beside me. Right next to me."What are you doing?"He ignored the question and studied my profile like he was trying to read a language only he could understand. "You know... you're kind of a crybaby."I scoffed and turned my face away. "And you're kind of a jerk.""And yet here we are," he said smoothly, his tone lighter than the weight that hung in the air. "Sitting together like old times."I hated that part of me want

Maya"I'm just saying, Maya... you've barely touched your food," Cassie muttered, pointing at my still-full plate of lasagna.I poked at it with my fork. "I'm eating. Kind of.""It's Saturday. No work, no bosses. You should be enjoying this." She sipped her drink, then narrowed her eyes at me. "Unless you're avoiding someone."I said nothing. Just focused on the piece I finally brought to my mouth. Because she was right. I was avoiding someone. Roman.Thank God it was Saturday. I didn't know how I'd have managed to sit in the same office building as him after what happened last night. After that kiss in his kitchen. After the way he looked at me like he'd been waiting to do that for years.And worse, after the way I let him. I'd left his place not long after that moment. Claimed I needed to be home before midnight, though truthfully, I just needed distance. From him. From the feelings clawing back to the surface I swore I'd buried.But I wasn't prepared for what waited at home either