But as badly as I want to be soft with her, to take this slow and draw out both our pleasure for as long as possible, I can’t. I want her so bad. I just want to bury myself inside of her.“I can’t wait anymore, Leslie. I want you, I want to be inside of you.” I can barely recognize my own voice as I
KIAN’S POVI took her three more times through the night. We only had short breaks in between before I started to reach for her again and each climax only left me wanting more. The first two times were just as intense as the one that started it all. We matched each other’s consuming need to give an
TRAVIS’ POVI got the call on the morning of a routine check at one of my warehouses. It was exactly 8AM in the morning and it came twice. Both times, I watched it ring without having the courage to answer it. I had bunched my hands in tight fists to stop myself from answering at the first ring like
KIAN’S POV It’s been eight hours since she disappeared without a trace. Eight hours since I woke up after the best night of my life, and a dream turned into a nightmare so fast. Her phone is still off but it hasn’t stopped me from calling her number over and over again even when I know I’ll hear a
The call barely even goes through before the gates slide open themselves. Someone must have controlled them from inside, which means they know I’m here. I march through the gates and the compound and then barge open the mansion’s front door. I easily find Mike, perched on one of the living room so
LESLIE’S POV I’m running. I’m leaving the life I know behind and going in search of another. It is both the bravest and most cowardly thing I have ever done in my entire existence and so it comes with a mixture of emotions that trouble my mind deeply. Seated in the waiting aisle, I clutch my tr
LESLIE’S JOURNAL ENTRIES 001 ******* Dear Diary, Scratch that. Dear Journal? Well, you’re sort of pink, handmade and gotten from the roadside stall of a little girl working on some class project so maybe you're really a diary. However, I am going to pretend this is a journal and this is the begi
*Dancing*–failed! *Painting*–failed! *Drawing*–failed…partially. No drawing of clothing designs, Leslie. Just no. *Yoga*–failed! *Crocheting*–failed! Failed! Failed! Failed! Might as well be the poster girl for failure. *Sightseeing*–success! It’s fun going on tours but my purse doesn’t exac
CHAPTER 18 [ Intern Sophie] ~SOPHIE~ Until a few days ago, the sound of my alarm filled me with nothing but thrill. All it does now is make me bury my head into the pillow with pure irritation while rethinking every single one of my life choices. “Turn that off and get your ass in the shower, So
CHAPTER 17 [The Path Of Heartbreak] ~TRAVIS~ “You asked to see me, sir.” Sophie Summers. I could never get used to her presence, not even when I was the one who requested it. “Sit.” I ordered, barely looking at her. Knowing how defiant she can be, I expected some sort of retort but she quiet
CHAPTER 16 [ A Tangled Mess] ~SOPHIE~ I pushed the door open with a sigh, the familiar weight of the day’s events pressing on me. My head still throbbed, a dull reminder of last night’s recklessness. As I stepped inside the apartment, the soft scent of lavender and the comforting hum of the refr
CHAPTER 15 [Not Her Type] ~SOPHIE~ "Who’s this, Sophie?" Sebastian’s voice slithered through the hallway, his smirk widening when his eyes landed on Travis. "Your new boyfriend?" I was still trying to gather myself together after running into Travis so suddenly. I had questions about how he was
CHAPTER 14 [The Man Who Was Never Mine] ~SOPHIE~ The nausea hadn’t subsided. I sat at the edge of the bed in my childhood room, staring at the peeling wallpaper and the dusty, forgotten trinkets that once made this space my sanctuary. It had been hours since I’d woken up with the hangover poundi
CHAPTER 13 [In Her Absence] ~TRAVIS~ The absence was the first thing I noticed. It wasn’t the missing coffee on my desk—although I’d gotten far too accustomed to finding it there, piping hot and prepared just the way I liked it. Nor was it the lack of a sticky note, usually plastered on the edge
CHAPTER 12 [A Return To The Shadows] ~SOPHIE~ The dull throb in my head woke me before anything else. It pulsed behind my eyes like a relentless drumbeat, making it impossible to open them fully. I groaned, rolling over and burying my face into the pillow, hoping to escape the nausea curling in m
CHAPTER 11 [Kill-Joy] TRAVIS I wasn’t sure what annoyed me more: Sophie Summers’ audacity or the fact that I had actually turned around and come back. Sitting in the backseat of my car, I stared out the tinted window at the pub just across the street from my company. I had never step foot there bu
CHAPTER 10 [The Sophie Effect] ~TRAVIS~ If chaos had a face, it would undoubtedly wear Sophie Summers’ unrelenting smile. For the past few days, she had inserted herself into every corner of my life at my textile company, leaving me to wonder how someone so seemingly innocent could wreak such calc