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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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Dwight’s POVMaya and I step out of the restaurant, and I guide her with my hand on the small of her back. The cool night air does little to settle the unease coiling in my chest. She nudges me with her elbow, smirking."Try not to get lost in your many thoughts while I’m gone, Handsome."I force a chuckle. "I’ll do my best."She had noticed my mood and had not seemed offended or put off by it—she was a real keeper.She makes her way to a white Porsche Panamera, then turns around, leaning against it and facing me. "Even though you were mighty distracted throughout dinner, I quite enjoyed myself with you. You're a real enigma, Mr. Spencer."A woman who doesn’t make a big deal out of a man’s sore mood is a keeper. I’d say she deserves a reward.Maya’s voice dips into a low, sultry tone that sparks interest in me.I step toward her, and without taking my eyes from hers, dip my head low, not missing the way her breath hitches as I brush my lips against her smooth cheek."Is this an okay r
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Leah’s POVThe ballroom is bathed in warm golden light, the chandeliers casting a soft glow over the elegantly dressed guests. The hum of conversation blends seamlessly with the classical music playing in the background. It’s the kind of event I’ve attended my entire life—polished, poised, and full of people who pretend to be interested in you while silently assessing how useful you are to them.Ethan and I arrive together, his hand resting at the small of my back as we step into the grand hall. I’m dressed in a midnight-blue gown, my hair swept into a low chignon, while Ethan looks effortlessly sophisticated in his tailored black tux."Remind me why I agreed to this again?" Ethan leans down, murmuring into my ear. His tone is teasing, but I sense the slight edge beneath it."Because my father specifically requested our presence," I reply, offering him a small smile. "And because networking at these events is good for both of us."He sighs but nods. "Right. Networking. Can’t wait."I
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Leah’s POV The car is silent. Not the peaceful kind, but the kind that weighs on my chest, making it hard to breathe.Ethan’s hands grip the steering wheel a little too tightly, his jaw clenched as he stares at the road ahead. The tension between us is thick, crackling like a storm about to break.I keep my eyes on the passing city lights, my mind still spinning from everything that happened tonight. Dwight being there. The way Ethan watched me. The way he proposed—if that even counted as a proposal.He finally speaks, his voice controlled but sharp. "You never answered me."I swallow, already knowing where this is going. I fold my hands in my lap, steadying myself before turning to him. "Ethan, you weren’t even ready to propose."His knuckles whiten against the wheel. "What’s that supposed to mean?"I exhale slowly. "You had no ring, no plan. You just said it in the heat of the moment, in the middle of an argument."His grip tightens. "So what? A proposal only counts if there’s a ri
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Dwight's POVI should have known she would be there.I should have prepared myself, braced for the inevitable. But no amount of forethought could have truly readied me for seeing her again... with Ethan.Leah.Sometimes, I forget just how entrenched she is in this world. Her father isn't just a businessman—he's a force, a name people respect, fear, and admire in equal measure. Long before I built my own empire, he was already at the top, shaping industries with a single decision.And that fame rubs off on Leah.The way she carries herself tonight, poised and untouchable, is a reminder of that. But I know better. I know the woman beneath the polished exterior—the one who once held my face between her hands and swore she'd always be mine.The moment I see her, something in me locks up, like a tightly coiled spring winding itself tighter.She looks beautiful. Of course, she does. That midnight-blue gown hugs her in all the right ways, her hair swept into a simple, elegant style that only
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Leah’s POVThe city is still waking up when I step outside, the air crisp with the lingering chill of dawn. A faint hush settles over the streets, broken only by the occasional passing car. The sun has barely begun its ascent, casting a pale golden glow against the skyscrapers, reflecting off glass windows that stretch high into the sky.It’s too early for most people to be at work, but I don’t care.I need the quiet. The distraction from my own dark thoughts. I need space to breathe.Last night, I hardly slept. My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything—seeing Dwight at the gala, the weight of his gaze on me, the unspoken tension crackling in the air. And then Ethan. His anger. His accusations. The way he left me there in the middle of the road, watching his car disappear into the night like I was nothing.It stings.Even now, hours later, I can still feel the cold air wrapping around me as I stood alone, stunned, my heart pounding in my ears. I told myself I wouldn’t cry, that I wo
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Leah’s POVThe rhythmic clack of heels against the sleek hardwood floor fills the studio, each step deliberate, each stride confident. The models move with practiced ease, their poised expressions betraying nothing but cool professionalism. Some walk with effortless grace, others with a deliberate fierceness, their gazes locked straight ahead as if the world itself is watching.I sit upright, my pen poised over my clipboard, scanning the line of women as they move across the room. Each one is here with a purpose—to prove she belongs, that she’s the right choice for our campaign. Their movements are calculated, their expressions perfected from years of training, yet even in their flawlessness, I search for something more. Something real. Something that feels like it belongs to the brand we’re trying to build.Beside me, Dwight stands with his arms crossed, eyes sharp as he observes each model with a calculating gaze. His presence is infuriatingly steady—controlled, composed, completely
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Leah’s POV The meeting with the models wraps up smoothly, final notes jotted down, final decisions hovering in the air. The energy in the room is lighter than before—maybe it’s relief, maybe it’s the satisfaction of progress. Either way, I exhale, finally allowing myself to loosen my grip on the clipboard.Dwight stretches, rolling his shoulders back, his sharp eyes flicking toward me. “We’ve earned a break.”I glance up, surprised. “A break?”“Lunch,” he clarifies. “You need to eat. So do I. And after sitting through hours of models trying to impress us, I think we’ve more than earned it.”Alright.It’s not unusual for Dwight to take control like this, making decisions without waiting for input. Normally, I’d argue, insist I had work to do, that I didn’t need to be treated like some employee he was rewarding.But today?Today, I let him.Because a part of me—a traitorous part—wants to go.Wants to enjoy this moment. There’d been an easy camaraderie between us today, the sort of rapp
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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
