Adrianna James thought she was done with Eric Thompson—until two pink lines force her to reconsider. Determined to give her child the love of a father, she seeks him out… only to find him with another woman. Then there’s Damien Carter—mysterious, infuriating, and now her new work partner. When their latest assignment forces them into Eric’s world, Damien proposes a ridiculous idea: team up to stalk their exes. It’s reckless. It’s unprofessional. And somehow, it’s exactly what Adrianna needs. But as the lines between partnership and something more begin to blur, Adrianna finds herself caught between the past she thought she needed and the future she never saw coming. Does she choose the man she once loved—the father of her child? Or the one who makes her heart race in ways she never expected?
Lihat lebih banyakI’ve always believed I had my life under control. Nothing spirals unless I let it.I’m not rich, but I have a stable job—enough to feed my cravings and fund my Target shopping sprees. That counts for something.But, like every tragic heroine in a drama, I realize now—control was only ever an illusion.Eric Thompson walked out of my life with a painful exit. Damien Carter waltzed in like he owned the soundtrack to my downfall. And somehow, he’s the one pulling all the strings.I came to this conclusion while watching Damien smiling at my near-death experience. As if he had planned everything down to the second, he stood up, nodding like a perfect presidential candidate—except he was a liar and a con man.“I’ll be leaving now,” he said, flashing an annoyingly perfect smile.My mother, who had apparently forgotten that I almost died choking because of them, returned his smile with her best mother-in-law-to-be expression.“You should. It’s getting late already,” she agreed sweetly. “We’ll
I used to love Tuesdays. Not the morning part, obviously. But the evening? That was my favorite—dinner with my mom, a good meal, and an hour-long update on my life. The only downside? Her relentless attempts to set me up on blind dates. (A tradition I could really do without.)That was before Eric Thompson happened.Now that the Eric Thompson era is officially over, I have two equally horrible options:1. Brace myself for a fresh round of blind dates.2. Tell my mother I’m pregnant.Both are terrible. So, naturally, I choose to do neither—at least until Eric knows he has a fetus out there with his name on it. Call it closure, or call it my inability to move on from a fling. Either way, I’m stalling.And yet, here I am, on a Tuesday evening—the one part of the week I actually enjoy—except someone is ruining it.Sitting beside me in a not-so-fancy restaurant, waiting for my mother, is none other than Mr. I Like to Meddle himself—Damien Carter.How Did This Happen? Let’s RewindI was at
I took my seat at my desk, trying to pretend like I wasn’t still thrown off by Damien’s presence. The morning’s chaos had faded, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was brewing. "So, what exactly are we looking into with this Thompson project, anyway?" I asked, trying to sound as though I had a solid grasp on what I was doing.Damien leaned against the desk, now entirely comfortable in his own element. "Well," he began, "We’re digging into the depths of the Thompson family’s finances, scandals, and a little bit of dirty laundry. Think of it as a treasure hunt, but instead of gold, we’re finding secrets."I glanced up from my computer, a little stunned by how casually he spoke about something so... big. "I feel like I’m supposed to be scared right now," I said, voice flat.Damien’s grin only grew. "You should be. But don’t worry. I’ll be your guide through the dark, twisted world of corporate corruption."I rolled my eyes. "Great. Just what I need—another guy acting
It was too early for this. Too early for Damien Carter, too early for professionalism, and definitely too early for Jenna’s level of enthusiasm. I had barely set my bag down at my desk when I felt the all-too-familiar buzz of my phone. It was a text from Jenna, and I knew, with the kind of dread only a co-worker who could create a scene anywhere could inspire, that I was about to be dragged into something. Jenna (11:34 AM): “Emergency. Coffee machine down. I’m dying. Pls, fake an emergency. STAT. 🙏🏽” I stared at the message. I could already hear the drama in her voice. She’d never been one to keep her near-death coffee experiences quiet. With a resigned sigh, I typed out my response: Me (11:34 AM): “You’re a grown woman, Jenna. Deal with it.” Jenna (11:35 AM): “I’m in a life-or-death situation here. I need the emotional support of my work wife.” I groaned, but just as I was about to reply with something sarcastic, I heard it: a loud, overly dramatic thud followed by a string
The morning sun was a liar.Its golden rays painted my small bedroom with false promises of warmth and renewal, but they did nothing to untangle the knots in my chest. I sat on the edge of my bed, a porcelain mug growing cold in my hands, my eyes fixed on the dark liquid inside. The steam curled upward in lazy, shifting patterns—more alive than I felt.It had been a month since that night.A month since Eric ripped away what little self-respect I had left. A month of trying to piece together the wreckage.With a slow exhale, I set the mug down and forced myself to move. My room was in disarray: discarded clothes draped over a chair, an overflowing laundry basket, and a half-empty suitcase from a story I’d covered last week.Today, I told myself, is just another day.I pulled open my closet and reached for my armor: a crisp white blouse, a high-waisted black skirt, and my trusty blazer. Each layer felt like a shield, a barrier between myself and the world outside.As I fastened the las
Adrianna JamesIn the dimly lit room, the only sounds were our labored breaths, mingling in the charged air. Each movement was a battle, every touch a clash of wills. With one final motion, he pulled away, rolling onto his side with a satisfied grunt.“Adrianna,” he said, his voice low but sharp. I turned, expecting a compliment, a soft word to ease the vulnerability of the moment. Instead, his words landed like a slap.“I’m getting bored. Let’s end this.”The air froze between us, his words slicing through the fading afterglow. A strange mix of relief and anger swirled in my chest. Relief, because at least he didn’t sugarcoat what this was—a fleeting distraction. Anger, because he didn’t even have the decency to let the moment linger.I rose, gathering my clothes with measured grace, his gaze trailing me like a challenge. If he wanted an outburst, he wouldn’t get it from me. Maybe the next woman he does this to will take the honor.“It’s fine,” I said, my tone steady. “This was hardl
Adrianna JamesIn the dimly lit room, the only sounds were our labored breaths, mingling in the charged air. Each movement was a battle, every touch a clash of wills. With one final motion, he pulled away, rolling onto his side with a satisfied grunt.“Adrianna,” he said, his voice low but sharp. I turned, expecting a compliment, a soft word to ease the vulnerability of the moment. Instead, his words landed like a slap.“I’m getting bored. Let’s end this.”The air froze between us, his words slicing through the fading afterglow. A strange mix of relief and anger swirled in my chest. Relief, because at least he didn’t sugarcoat what this was—a fleeting distraction. Anger, because he didn’t even have the decency to let the moment linger.I rose, gathering my clothes with measured grace, his gaze trailing me like a challenge. If he wanted an outburst, he wouldn’t get it from me. Maybe the next woman he does this to will take the honor.“It’s fine,” I said, my tone steady. “This was hardl...
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