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Dwight’s POVI meet her gaze, my expression impassive. “That wasn’t a suggestion.”Her eyes flicker, something dark and unreadable moving behind them.I know that look.I remember it.A long time ago, it would have ended in something else entirely.But not now. Leah belongs to someone else. She’s taken. The love and absolute devotion we once professed to each other hadn’t mattered to her. None of it did.That was why she had been so quick to move on the second I’d disappeared. I remember the days after I’d returned, struggling to find closure, to make peace with the fact that Leah was never going to be mine again.Had she ever looked for me? Had she ever tried to find me? Or had she merely muttered, thank fuck, and moved on to the next available man?These questions had kept me up for days. Months.She leans forward slightly, just enough that I can feel the heat of her body. “I’m not taking time off for a scratch.”I inhale slowly, keeping my tone calm. “You hit your head.”“And I’m f
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Leah’s POVI shut my office door behind me, pressing my back against the smooth wood as I exhale. My heart is still pounding. My mind is racing.What the hell just happened?I press my fingers to my temple, feeling the dull throb where the wound is. The pain is nothing compared to the chaos swirling in my head.Dwight had touched me.Not in the way he used to—softly, possessively, like he was memorizing every inch of my skin—but with careful detachment, as if he was afraid of breaking something. Or maybe afraid of breaking himself.I squeeze my eyes shut, but the image of him in that damn faded polo and washed-out jeans won’t leave me.I wasn’t prepared for that.The Dwight Spencer I had come to know was always immaculately dressed. Crisp suits. Polished shoes. A presence that commanded attention the second he walked into a room.But today… today, he had looked different. He had looked like the Dwight that I once knew, the Dwight that I once loved.Raw. Unpolished. Almost vulnerable.
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Leah’s POVThe next morning, I step into the office, coffee in hand, ready to push through another work-filled day. My head is clearer than it was last night, my resolve firm. Today, I would focus on my job—nothing else. But the moment I approach my desk, my steps falter. A bouquet of deep red roses sits there, colorful and freshly cut, their fragrance curling into the air around me. My brows knit together as I set my coffee down, staring at the flowers like they might somehow explain themselves. "Who the hell…?" I glance around, scanning the office for clues, but everything looks normal. I pick up the large bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers. My fingers tighten around the fashionably wrapped stem as I inhale deeply, before I catch myself. I shouldn't be doing this. Not even I'm unaware of who'd sent it. Maybe, it was Ethan? Or someone else? "Ava," I call out. She appears within seconds, a soft smile tugging her lips. "Yes, Miss Carrington?" I gesture at the f
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Dwight’s POVThe drive to the workshop is long, stretching into the quiet hours of the night—three hours of open roads, highways, and too much time alone with my thoughts.I keep my hands steady on the wheel, but my mind drifts back to the conversation with Leah. Her words had been sharp, precise, cutting through whatever illusions I might have let myself entertain."We are strictly boss and employee now. Nothing more.""I'm in a relationship with a man I love with all my heart."The truth had never been clearer, yet it sat heavy in my chest.By the time I pull up in front of the workshop, the place is alive with activity. Unlike the last one I visited, this space is much larger, its high ceilings and reinforced glass panels allowing natural light to spill in during the day. The scent of molten metal and polish hangs thick in the air, the rhythmic sound of hammering echoing from within.This division is one of the newest, located outside the city—one of many I own across multiple coun
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Leah’s POVThe moment I hang up with Cece, I lean back in my chair, exhaling slowly. My mind is a mess, tangled in a web of emotions I don’t have the time or energy to untangle.Talking to Cece should have helped. Cece has always had the right things to say."You’re already with Ethan, but if seeing Dwight with another woman is shaking you up like this, maybe you need to take a step back and figure out what you really want."Maybe she did say the right thing. Maybe I was just the one who wasn’t ready to hear it...I should focus on work, not on the man who seems determined to unsettle me at every turn.Just as I click open my laptop, a knock sounds at my door. Ava, my assistant, steps in, her usual bright expression subdued.“Mr. Spencer wants to see you in his office. Immediately.”My stomach clenches.I sit up, feigning nonchalance. “Did he say why?”Ava shakes her head. “No. Just that it’s urgent.”A dozen thoughts race through my mind. Is this about my outburst in his office? Abou
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Dwight’s POVI still can’t believe Leah barged into my office like that.It was reckless, unprofessional, and completely out of line. And yet, no matter how much I tell myself that, I can’t shake the look on her face when she saw Maya.That flicker of hurt—so brief I almost missed it. Almost.I rub a hand down my face, exhaling sharply. This shouldn’t bother me. Leah has Ethan now. She’s made that choice, moved on, built a life without me. So why did she look like that? And why does it still sit heavy in my chest?I lean back in my chair, staring at the ceiling.Maya.Last night with her had been easy. No tension, no games, no messy history weighing us down. Just two people enjoying each other’s company, no second-guessing. She’s sharp, confident, and refreshingly direct. She knows exactly what she wants and doesn’t hesitate to say it.She isn’t looking for something temporary.She wants a man who’s stable, dependable—someone who won’t waste her time.And I respect that.More than tha
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