Dave's POV It was another day, but it still felt like hell. No amount of alcohol or distractions could drown out the harsh reality staring me in the face. Millions of dollars were lost, and it was all because of one person: Zane Caruso. First, Belle humiliated me by leaving me at the altar, and now, with the drug shipment gone and the warehouse reduced to ashes, the situation was spiraling out of control. Investors were jittery, questioning the stability of our operations. The emergency stakeholders meeting was looming over me like a guillotine.I stood at the base of the grand staircase, straightening my tie in the mirror before making my way up. The house felt cold, like it had been stripped of its warmth and soul. My mother was waiting at the top of the stairs, already dressed in her sharp, tailored corporate suit—a sleek black blazer that hugged her narrow frame, matched with a pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee. Her dark hair was pulled into a tight bun, her makeup fl
Belle's POV The balcony suddenly felt too hot and too small with Zane standing there. It wasn’t the balcony itself, but the air between us—heavy, charged, suffocating. My chest tightened as I tried to blink back the tears that wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want to cry, not now, not in front of him, but it was like a dam had broken inside me, and I had no control anymore.Zane watched me, his dark eyes full of concern, and I hated how much I wanted him to fix everything, even though I knew he couldn’t. This wasn’t something anyone could fix. I felt raw, exposed in a way I hadn’t expected. I thought running would solve everything, that distance would make it easier to forget, to move on. But seeing him here, in front of me, only made my feelings for him sharper, more painful.More intense and fucking uncontrolable.“Belle,” he continued, his voice low and gentle, but I shook my head, pressing my lips together to stop another sob from escaping. I couldn’t bear the softness in his tone, the wa
Zane’s POV“I’m sorry, Belle,” I whispered, the weight of my words heavy in the quiet of the night. “I’ll leave you be for now. I didn’t mean to make things worse.”My voice sounded hollow, even to me, and I hated how much it felt like defeat. But what else could I do? I had already done enough damage. I turned away from her, my heart pounding as I walked toward my room. Each step felt heavier than the last, like I was trudging through mud.The VIP section was eerily quiet, more than usual. It was a stark contrast to the storm raging in my mind. Maybe that’s why I noticed it—how still everything was. It gave me too much space to think, to question whether I’d said the right things or if I had just messed up everything even more. Did she hate me now? Had I pushed her too far, saying things that made sense only to me?I reached my door, fumbling with the key card, trying to slide it into the reader while my thoughts swirled in chaos. I told myself that I’d just pretend to sleep, maybe g
Belle's POV Zane's lips on mine felt like a spark igniting something deep within me—something I hadn’t known I was missing until this very moment. The world seemed to blur, leaving just the two of us, wrapped in each other's warmth and longing. His kiss was tender yet urgent, his hands gripping me as though he was afraid I might vanish again.Without breaking the kiss, Zane lifted me effortlessly, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, holding him as tightly as I could. My fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth moved against mine, sending waves of warmth coursing through me. Every inch of my body hummed with a desire I had tried so hard to suppress, but now it was impossible. This was real. He was real.I felt the soft fabric of my nightwear hike up beath the robe I wore over it as he carried me, his strong arms supporting my weight as if I weighed nothing at all. My heart raced, not out of fear, but anticipation. The door to his room was already ajar, and he nudged it ope
Zane’s POVI felt Belle’s breath against my neck as she gently shifted on top of me. My pulse raced, a mix of desire and disbelief settling deep in my chest. After everything we’d been through, the moment was undeniably ours. Her soft fingers trailed along my arms, her touch light, yet electrifying, and I felt a slow smile tug at the corner of my mouth. It was impossible not to feel the tension melt away, replaced by a heady anticipation.“What did you just say?” I asked with my voice bearing a gentle humorous tone.Belle leaned closer, her lips brushing against mine with a teasing softness, and I couldn’t help but reach for her waist, grounding myself in the feel of her skin under my hands. But then, she pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief, a hint of confidence I hadn’t seen before glimmering in those depths."It’s my turn," she whispered, her voice low and husky. The sound sent a ripple of excitement down to my groin, yet I held back, wanting to savor every second
Belle’s POV The soreness in my body made itself known the moment I stirred awake, a dull ache spreading through me, but it was a reminder of last night—of the passion we shared, of Zane’s touch, of how perfectly we fit together. I couldn’t help but smile, letting the memory of it wash over me like a warm, comforting wave. Still half-asleep, I reached out to snuggle into the heat of Zane’s body, only to find cold sheets next to me.My eyes fluttered open, instantly searching the space beside me. He wasn’t there. I sat up, a rush of worry flooding my chest. Where is he? I scanned the room, my heart beating faster with each passing second. The space was quiet, too quiet, and I suddenly felt a knot form in my stomach.Had he left?I threw the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. My bare feet touched the cool floor as I stood, and my eyes caught sight of the robe from last night lying discarded nearby. I quickly picked it up and wrapped it around my body, tying the belt
Zane’s POVThe cool air of Paris brushed against my face as Belle and I stepped out of the hotel and into the sun-dappled streets. The morning was alive, vibrant, and buzzing with a low hum of activity. A strange mix of excitement and calmness settled inside me as I glanced over at Belle, her golden hair catching the morning light. She looked radiant, more at ease than I’d seen her in a long time, and the sight of her like this—happy, comfortable—made my heart swell.We walked down the cobblestone streets, and I let my hand casually brush against hers, the simple touch enough to remind me that this moment was real. We hadn’t talked much since that electrifying shower, but it felt right. Words didn’t seem necessary when we were so perfectly in sync.As we rounded a corner, a quaint restaurant caught my eye, its name written in elegant cursive Le Petit Amour. The place was charming, tucked into a cozy corner of the street, with small tables arranged outside, each adorned with a vase of
Belle’s POVThe moment we arrived in Brixton, a sense of unease washed over me. It had been a long, tense journey, and although Zane's presence beside me had given me comfort, I couldn’t shake the growing anxiety that clung to me. I powered on my phone, intending to send a quick message to Kamille, to let her know I was back. But as soon as the screen lit up, I was bombarded with a flood of missed calls and messages from my family.I frowned, my fingers hovering over the notifications. What could they possibly want now? My heart began to race as I scrolled through the endless list of calls, each one filling me with dread.Zane, who had been watching me carefully, reached over and gently took the phone from my hands. “Let’s get you settled in first,” he said softly, his voice soothing. “Somewhere safe.”I hesitated for a moment, staring at the phone now in his grip, but then I nodded. He was right. I needed to be somewhere safe before I dealt with whatever chaos awaited me on the other