Serena’s POVThe first person I see on the red carpet is Ester, and when she spots me, her face lights up like she’s won already.“Serena! Look at you!” she gushes, pulling me into a quick, tight hug. “You look amazing.”I barely manage to stammer out a “thank you,” feeling a little flustered and de
Bill’s POVThe afterparty is chaos. Glancing around the room, I spot half a dozen celebrities losing their minds. A few feet away, Seth Rogen is laughing way too loudly at something Dave Chappelle just said. Doja Cat is dancing on top of a table, drink in hand. I shake my head with a smirk. Oscars
Serena’s POVThe drive home is quiet, but it’s not awkward—it’s the kind of quiet that lets everything from the night sink in. My head's still spinning from the party, the lights, the noise, and the fact that we were even there. It feels surreal.Stevie is passed out next to me, slumped against the
Bill’s POVI stand in front of the training dummy, hands clenched into fists, eyes locked on the target. It's been too long since I’ve been in the ring. Running Pinnacle AI has taken up most of my life these days, and while I’m good at what I do, I’ve missed this. Missed the way training clears my h
Serena’s POVHoly fuck.That’s the first thought that hits me when Bill opens the door, standing there like some sort of Greek god carved out of marble. He’s topless, and I mean, really topless — like, sweat glistening on his abs, broad shoulders flexing, and his chest looking like something out of
Serena’s POVI’m on top of Bill, and I can feel the heat of his body through my clothes.I blink, frozen for a second as I realize the position I’m in — literally straddling him, our faces inches apart. His eyes are locked on mine, wide and a little surprised, and for a moment, neither of us moves.
Bill’s POVThe second Serena leaves the gym, I feel so turned on.I head straight for the shower, my thoughts running wild. The cold tile feels good against my feet, grounding me for a second, but it’s not enough to cool the heat surging inside me. I strip off my shorts, semi-hard already, the thoug
Serena’s POVI can’t sleep.No matter how much I toss and turn, the feeling of Bill’s hands on me during training, the way his body hovered over mine, and the heat between us won’t let me rest. My mind keeps going back to that moment on the mat. The closeness, the intensity, the way he looked at me.
Stevie’s POVI spot Calvin before he sees me.He’s sitting in a booth near the back, leaning against the leather seat with one hand wrapped around a whiskey glass. His sleeves are rolled up, his tie is slightly loosened, and his phone is face-down on the table. He looks… tired, but in a way that’s d
Calvin’s POVI stand at the head of the table, both hands resting on the smooth glass, my fingers pressing into the surface just enough to keep me grounded. Across from me, a dozen board members sit in their usual seats, but the energy in the room is off.Some of them shift slightly, their eyes dart
Serena’s POVThe sound of soft giggles and the rustling of blankets pulls me from sleep. For a moment, I think I’m dreaming, but then I hear something else—Bill’s voice. Low, soothing, but laced with strain.I blink my eyes open, squinting against the early morning light seeping through the curtains
Bill’s POVI ignore the pain in my ribs as I push through the doors of Calvin’s office. Every step sends a dull, burning ache through my side, but I don’t slow down. I don’t have the patience for weakness right now.Calvin and James are already at the table, hunched over a laptop, deep in discussion
Stevie’s POVThe house is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels rare lately.I rock Elijah gently, his tiny body curled against my chest, his breath warm and steady. His little fingers twitch slightly, grasping onto the fabric of my sweater in his sleep. I close my eyes for a moment, listening to the
Calvin’s POVThe study smells like coffee, old paper, and exhaustion. The kind of exhaustion that doesn’t just sit in your bones but in your mind, making every thought feel heavier than it should. The desk lamp flickers slightly, casting uneven light over the chaos of blueprints, files, and scattere
Serena’s POVThe house is finally quiet.I stand by the twins’ crib, watching their small chests rise and fall in slow, steady breaths. Their room is dimly lit by the soft glow of the nightlight, casting gentle shadows along the walls. For the first time in what feels like forever, they’re both asle
Bill’s POVPain.That’s the first thing I register. A deep, dull ache pulsing through my ribs, spreading through my chest like a slow burn. It’s not unbearable, but it’s enough to remind me that I’m not at full strength. Not even close.I blink against the morning light filtering through the curtain
Stevie’s POVThe four of us sit in Bill and Serena’s living room, the weight of everything pressing down like a storm cloud.No one speaks at first.Bill is in a wheelchair, recovering from the gunshot wound that was meant for Calvin. His face is pale, drawn tight with exhaustion, but his eyes are s