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Leah’s POVI don’t see Dwight again for the rest of the day.It shouldn’t matter. But God, it does.His words replay in my head, each one colder than the last."What if Maya had been an important client?"That one sticks the most. It confirms what I already suspected—Maya wasn’t there for business. He didn’t need to clarify further. The implication was clear.I exhale sharply, rubbing my temples. It shouldn’t bother me. Not when I’ve supposedly moved on. Not when I have Ethan.And yet, it does.More than that, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve ruined something. The almost-camaraderie we’d seemed to be developing, the rare moments when things between us felt easy, unforced. Now, that fragile thread has snapped, leaving only this unspoken wall between us.I push the thoughts away and glance at the time. Lunch. I have been skipping lunch too much lately and have noticed that my skirts have become a little loose around the waist.A break might help. A distraction.I stand, grabbing my p
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Leah’s POVI stand in front of my closet, fingers trailing over the rows of perfectly pressed dresses.Pick your best.That’s what my father would expect.Anything less would be unacceptable.I exhale, stepping back slightly, my gaze sweeping over the meticulously organized space. Silks, chiffons, structured pieces in neutral tones—each one carefully selected, curated, and arranged. I know what he would say if I picked something too bold, too informal, too much like me.I finally settle on a sleek, dark green dress. It hugs my figure just right—elegant, refined, sophisticated. The kind of dress that doesn’t invite criticism.I slip it on, the cool fabric settling against my skin like armor.Next, my hair.I sink into the chair before my vanity, staring at the soft curls framing my face.Once, I had loved my curls.Wild and untamed, they had always felt like the truest expression of myself. Something uniquely mine. But my father had once told me, in his usual matter-of-fact tone, that
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Leah’s POV When I arrive home, I feel more exhausted than I have been in months.I step out of my clothes as my brain plays back the events of today. From the woman who had been with Dwight to the brief meeting we had, where he pretty much warned me to stay professional.And then dinner with my father, where he reminded me that I wasn’t there to distract myself.But the truth was, I was deeply distracted by Dwight’s presence. And with the new knowledge that he had someone, I wondered how I was going to manage to keep my head in the game.I step out of my dress and into the shower, taking a much-needed bath. But as my body begins to tingle, I am reminded that I haven’t been touched in weeks.I shut my eyes and allow my fingers to roam my body as I try to drum up the image of Ethan in my head. Sweet, level-headed Ethan, whose love isn’t tumultuous, whose presence doesn’t leave my heart in turmoil.One finger flicks across one pebbled nipple, and I let out a low moan as the other hand s
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Dwight's POVI lean back against the couch, one hand gripping my phone, the other swirling a glass of whiskey I haven’t taken a sip from yet. The city lights spill in through the tall windows of my apartment, casting a warm glow over the room. I exhale, listening as Maya’s voice fills my ear, light and effortless.“…So, of course, he tried to object, but the judge just looked at him like he was an idiot,” she says with a chuckle. “I swear, Dwight, the defense attorney was this close to getting held in contempt.”I smirk, shaking my head. “I don’t know how you deal with people like that every day.”“Easy,” she says. “I win.”I let out a low laugh, finally taking a sip of my drink. Maya is sharp—unapologetically so. Talking to her is easy. Entertaining. I’ve never been one for small talk, but with her, the conversations never feel forced.I should have done this months ago and not subjected my heart to hurt and hate. Talking to someone, getting to know how their day was, and telling the
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Dwight's POV After we end the call, I stay seated on the couch, staring into my glass. The whiskey swirls, catching the dim light.Maya’s words replay in my mind, over and over."If you didn’t still have feelings for her, she wouldn’t be working for you."It’s a ridiculous thought. I have plenty of people working for me. My business is built on talent, not emotions. Leah is here because she’s good at what she does.That’s all.Right?I lean my head back, sighing.Maybe I did want to prove something to myself by bringing her onto this project. Maybe I wanted to see if time had truly dulled whatever we had.If I could be around her and feel… nothing.But I don’t feel nothing.I feel everything.Frustration. Annoyance. A strange, unwelcome sense of responsibility.And, worst of all, that lingering, unwanted pull. Had I tried to play with fire? Was this whole thing going to snowball on me?I shut my eyes briefly, willing the thoughts away.I don’t want Leah.Not anymore.But for some rea
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Leah’s POVBy noon, I’ve made up my mind.Last night’s conversation with Ethan had left a knot in my stomach, and I refuse to let it fester. I need to fix this. I need to remind him—and myself—that we’re solid, that what we have isn’t fragile enough to break under the weight of a few misplaced emotions.So, I grab my purse and step out of the office, heading straight for the elevators. The morning had dragged on, filled with meetings, emails, and a brief yet impersonal exchange with Dwight about the campaign’s next phase. He had been all business, his voice cool, his demeanor unreadable. I had mirrored his professionalism, acting as though the past meant nothing.But the past wasn’t my concern today.Ethan was.The streets hum with life as I make my way to one of Ethan’s favorite cafés, the same one we used to frequent for weekend brunches when our schedules weren’t so hectic. I order his usual—chicken pesto panini, a side of seasoned fries, and an iced coffee. For myself, I get a gri
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Dwight’s POVThe first time I see the pictures, I don’t react.At least, not outwardly.Maya laughs across from me, the sound smooth and rich as she swirls the wine in her glass. The restaurant is loud enough that our conversation feels private, tucked away in the corner of the upscale dining space. She’s mid-story—something about a client who thought they could negotiate a contract over Instagram DMs—but my phone vibrates against the table, drawing my gaze.I glance at the screen. A news alert. A handful of messages. Then, the headline.Leah Carrington and Ethan Lannister: Power Couple Spotted in the City.My stomach tightens.I should ignore it. Should let my phone face down and keep my attention where it belongs.Instead, I tap the notification.The first picture hits like a sucker punch.Leah, stepping out of Harper & Rhodes, her hand tucked securely in Ethan’s. The second—Ethan looking down at her with a familiar fondness, the kind of expression that belongs to a man who has ever
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Leah’s POVThe city is bathed in golden light as I step out of the cab in front of Cece’s apartment. I clutch mk purse and let out a breathe, and then, make my way towards the front door. Cece opens the door before I even knock. She’s dressed in a loose sweatshirt and leggings, her natural curls piled on top of her head. I had sent her a quick text before I got into the taxi, so she'd been expecting me. Her eyes sweep over me, and immediately, she steps aside in silent invitation. “You look like you need wine.”I huff out a laugh. “Maybe, I need more than just wine.”She ushers me in, and the familiar scent of lavender and vanilla greets me. Cece’s apartment has always felt warm and inviting—a place where honesty isn’t just welcomed but expected.She disappears into the kitchen while I sink into the familiar and comfortable plush couch, kicking off my heels. Cece's house always feel like a second home. A moment later, she returns with two glasses and a full bottle of unopened red
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Ethan's POV The morning air bites through my shirt as I shove the door closed behind me. I haven’t changed clothes since yesterday—hell, maybe even the day before. The collar of my shirt is creased, and the cuffs are stiff with old sweat. The same slacks cling to me like a second skin, and I’m sure I smell like whiskey and unwashed dreams.But I don’t care.I just needed to get out of that damn house.The walls were closing in again. Same walls, same ceiling, same silence—broken only by the ticking of a clock I should’ve smashed weeks ago. The whiskey stain on the carpet had stared mockingly at me, reminding me of my loss of self-control. Reminding me of how I'd further messed up everything.When all this blew over, what was I going to do with Maria? I couldn't have her report me to the authorities. I couldn't bear seeing my name on the news. Being described as a creep. I wasn't a creep. I wasn't an assailant or whatever choice of words Maria would tell them. I had simply lost contro
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Dwight’s POVShe hadn’t changed her perfume.That’s the first thing I noticed after Leah walked out of my office earlier. That same heady mix of vanilla and something softer—maybe jasmine—had lingered even after she was gone. I’d tried to stay cold. Professional. Detached. But the truth was, seeing her again had stirred something in my chest I hadn’t felt in a long time.It wasn’t love. Not quite. But it was close enough to sting.She hadn’t come back for me. She’d come back for the project. For herself. She had insisted on continuing—forced her way back in, even going through Felix to get it done. That kind of dedication? That kind of resolve? Damn it, I admired that.And Leah had always burned brighter than most.I rub my temple and sit straighter in my chair, the glow from my laptop casting shadows across the floor. The rest of the building is quiet, most of the remaining staff already gone for the night. Ever since the fire at the workshop, Glimmr had been running on reduced manpo
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Leah's POVThe air outside the restaurant is cooler than it was when I arrived. Crisp night wind teases at the strands of hair that slipped from the clip at the back of my head. I don't bother fixing them. I cross the street without looking back. No need to. That conversation with Uncle Gerald is already burned into my brain. His voice. His carefully chosen words. The quiet desperation he tried to hide. It lingers, echoes under my skin like a bruise waiting to darken.I flag down a cab, and it pulls up promptly. Slipping inside, I rattle off my address to the driver and sink into the seat, resting my head briefly against the window. The city blurs past, a kaleidoscope of light and motion, but none of it touches me. I’m still stuck at that table, watching his eyes flicker with guilt and fear and something else. Something I can’t name.The ride is short. I tip the driver, then make my way into my building, heels clicking against the marble floor. The doorman offers me a polite nod, and
