Bill’s POV"I... don't know, Bill," Serena says, nervously tugging at the strap of her bag. "The shop is really busy right now with the summer collection. I can't afford to be late.”I watch her, noticing the way she fidgets and how her eyes avoid mine. There's a nervous energy about her, and I can
Serena’s POVI can't sleep. I keep thinking of everything that happened in the courtroom today.I toss and turn in the king-sized bed, my mind racing with all the what-ifs. What if I said something different? What if I missed something crucial? What if Hansen succeeds in making Doris look innocent?
Serena’s POVHe hesitates, searching my face. "Are you sure, Serena?"Instead of answering, I smirk and pull Bill toward me, kissing him deeply. I’m careful not to put any pressure on my belly, positioning myself so we're both comfortable.I feel his hands exploring my back, moving under my shirt, s
Serena’s POVI lean down and kiss him deeply as I slowly lower myself onto him, taking him in inch by inch. Bill groans, his grip on my hips tightening as I start to move."Damn," he breathes, his voice filled with raw need. "You feel so incredible."I close my eyes, losing myself in the sensation.
Bill’s POVI grip her hips, lining myself up with her entrance. "Are you ready?" I ask.She looks back at me, her eyes filled with desire. "Yes, Bill. I need you," she whispers.I push into her slowly, feeling the tightness of her pussy enveloping me. The sensation is overwhelming, and I let out a l
Bill’s POVSerena stands before me in the sleepwear I brought her last night. Her hair is tied in a loose bun, a few strands framing her face. Her cheeks are a soft pink, giving her a radiant glow."Did you sleep well?" she asks, setting a plate in front of me."Yeah," I reply, still a bit dazed. "B
Serena’s POVEven though yesterday was mentally exhausting with the court hearing, there's no time to rest. The shop is alive with activity. Stevie and a few of the interns are helping customers, while the rest are working with me on the summer collection. The designs are almost finished, but we st
Serena’s POVI try to focus on the sketch in front of me, but my mind keeps wandering back to my phone. The design needs to be perfect — Taylor will be wearing this piece, and it has to stand out. I sketch a few lines, erase them, and then sketch again.I glance at my phone for what feels like the
Serena’s POVThe rhythmic crash of waves pulls me from sleep, the sound both soothing and energizing. For a moment, I just lie there, letting the warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains wash over me. I’ve always loved the ocean—it feels like it holds every version of me. The restless dreame
Serena’s POVAs I follow Calvin inside his office, I notice how different he looks. He’s got a slight tan, like he’s been spending more time outside, and there’s a certain air about him — an aura of confidence that feels sharper, more deliberate. He’s always been self-assured, but this feels differe
Serena’s POVThe kitchen table is a disaster zone. Wedding magazines are piled high, ready to topple over at the slightest nudge. Fabric swatches are scattered everywhere like pastel confetti, and sticky notes are plastered all over, each one screaming something I still need to deal with. My laptop
Bill’s POVThe elevator ride to our suite feels longer than usual, but I’m not complaining. Serena leans into me, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along the back of my hand. Her engagement ring catches the soft glow of the elevator lights, and I can’t help but smile. I don’t know how I got lucky en
Serena’s POVBy the time we return to the hotel, Collin is completely worn out. I tuck him into his crib, brushing his hair back as he mumbles sleepily. His tiny chest rises and falls, his face relaxed in a way that only toddlers can manage.When I step out of the room, Bill is waiting for me, a mis
Serena’s POVThe morning is cool, and the light spilling through the trees casts a golden hue on everything. We’re sitting at this small café by the canal, the kind of place that’s almost too picturesque to believe — flower pots on the tables, cobblestones underfoot, and the faint sound of water lap
Serena’s POVMariah Johnson sits across from me, her eyes wide with admiration as she flips through her notes. The studio for Luxe Perspectives is bright and modern, the kind of place where creativity feels like it’s floating in the air. The interview has gone on for over an hour, but Mariah’s energ
Bill’s POVThe room is silent as the jury files in, their expressions solemn. I sit straight, keeping my focus on them, my heart pounding despite the steady mask I’ve worn all day. Beside me, Serena sits just as tense, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. I glance at her briefly, giving her a small
Bill’s POVThe second day of the trial feels heavier than the first. I sit at the stand, every eye in the courtroom on me. Kevin sits across the room, leaning back in his chair, his face as blank as ever. But I’ve known him long enough to spot the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers tap rh