Chapter 24 Mia's point of view The moment the suite door slid open, a jolt ran through me, sharp and electric, like lightning striking a steel rod buried deep in my veins. There he was. Andreas. Leaning into the dim light, the shadows curling around his features, making it hard to read his expression. But for a fleeting second, I swore I saw something flash across his face. Like Anger. No. Surprise. And just as quickly, it melted into something else, something darker. Something hungry. He rose from the grey-colored couch slowly, like a lion awakened and launching at his prey, his eyes never leaving mine. Those stormy irises traced the outline of my body with a deliberate intensity that made my skin prickle beneath the coat I wore. I didn't blame him. I had dressed with a purpose to seduce, to haunt him for whatever time we were going to spend here. The brown winter trench coat that clung to me like a second skin was only a veil. Beneath it, I wore a cream-colored lace jumps
Chapter 25 Andreas’s point of view. There was something dangerous about the way she looked at me. Like she was daring me to try, to break through the fortress she had built around herself. And I would. I fucking would. Because two weeks was all I needed to make her mine not just in body, but in every raw, trembling, vulnerable part of her soul. I’d make sure of that. Her body trembled, light, barely noticeable, like the flutter of a bird’s wing; but I felt it. I always noticed the little things. Especially with Mia. She stood in front of me, spine straight, eyes steady, trying to pretend she wasn’t already unraveling under my gaze. She had hit me with rules earlier, clear and assertive. I knew she meant those rules to guard herself and protect her heart. But I wasn’t one to back down. If anything, it made me more certain. And in like what? Two weeks? Two weeks was enough to make someone fall in love with you right? I'll make her change her mind. Two weeks was all I needed.
Chapter 26 Mia's point of view. The sun slipped through the crack in the silver curtains like a whisper, warming the chilled air with its soft morning light. I stirred beneath the plush sheets, the mattress beneath me cradling my body as though it knew the storm I’d weathered last night. My skin still tingled from phantom touches. My lips, slightly parted, tasted faintly of him. And my limbs were well-rested, humming with a quiet ache that reminded me something had happened. Something unforgettable. Then it hit me. Andreas. The flight. His hands. His mouth. That maddening, relentless way he made me feel like I belonged to him and no one else. I bolted upright, the blanket pooling around my waist. What? I'd slept off? My breath caught in my throat when I saw I was naked, completely, scandalously bare. “Shit,” I whispered, the word trembling off my lips as I glanced at the empty space beside me. Cold. Unwrinkled. Untouched. He was gone. And it looked like he didn't sleep he
Chapter 27 Mia's point of view. Andreas stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he pushed his pants down and let them pool at his feet. My breath caught when he stepped out of them, revealing nothing but black briefs that clung to him most maddeningly. My gaze roamed slow, hungry, and shameless as my eyes landed on the growing budge in his briefs. His body was carved like something sculpted out of sin. His taut muscles, golden skin, and the way he moved were fluid and deliberate like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. He climbed back onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight as he leaned in, lips crashing into mine with a heat that stole the air from my lungs. I opened to him immediately, my fingers curling into his shoulders as I held onto him. He groaned into my mouth, low and gravelly, as his hands began peeling the lingerie from my body with a reverence that made my skin ignite. The sheer fabric floated to the floor like a whisper, fo
Chapter 28 Andreas’s point of view. Mia was still asleep, and God, she looked wrecked in most beautifully angled in my sheets, naked and flushed from the hours we’d spent wrapped around each other like the world didn’t exist beyond the bed. I leaned on one elbow, watching her as dusk bled through the windows. Her skin was a warm, golden tone under the fading light, her back bare, rising and falling gently with her breath. It had been a long day in bed but I didn't feel the least tired. Not with Mia. The softest sigh escaped her lips, and I felt it. That light tremor in the chest again. This woman is going to ruin me. She already had, in a way. We’d had sex three more times since that first heated round, each time more intense than the last. I hadn’t planned for it. But Mia didn’t feel like something you planned. She was instinct; an instinct I didn't hesitate to follow. She was a fire. A force you responded to before your brain caught up. And I responded. Fuck, did I respo
Chapter 29 Mia's point of view. The ache between my thighs was the kind that left no doubt. It had been real. Every breath I took was a reminder of how he’d claimed my body again and again, until all I could do was lie there, spent and tingling in every nerve. I stirred awake, my whole body still pulsating from the intense pleasure I'd just experienced. And then there he was. Andreas. Leaning against the doorway like he owned the world, or at least the room we were in. Dressed in blue jeans and a white t-shirt that hugged the lean strength of his torso, his smug grin deepened the moment our eyes locked. “You’re staring,” I murmured, voice low, throat still hoarse from all the moaning I’d done. He didn’t deny it. He never did. Andreas looked at me like I was a dream that belonged to him alone—and sometimes, God help me, I wanted to belong to him too. “Always,” he replied, pushing off the door and walking toward me slowly. “You good?” he asked. I laughed lightly, wrap
Chapter 30 Some days leave their imprint on the skin like the ghost of a lover’s touch warm, fleeting, unforgettable. For Mia and Andreas, the following days were carved into memory with laughter, whispered secrets, and the kind of intimacy that needed no translation. They made love like it was a language only they understood. They talked, they rested, they listened. But more than anything else, they simply were. And for the first time in what felt like forever, Mia wasn’t merely existing. She was living. It was a sun-drenched afternoon, the kind that poured golden light into the corners of their hotel suite like honey. They lay tangled in linen and each other, bodies bare beneath a thin sheet, the remnants of their passion still clinging to the air like incense. A room-service lunch tray sat abandoned on the table. Outside, the world moved in fast forward, but inside, time dared not interrupt them. Then, without warning, the TV’s Bluetooth speaker crackled to life. A soft guitar r
Chapter 31 Mia's point of view. The night was made of light and laughter, humming with the kind of careless joy that made you forget the world outside its bounds. We moved like shadows through the sea of bodies, hand in hand, two souls woven into the blur of neon lights and carnival music. I could feel Andreas’s fingers curled tightly around mine, grounding me, tugging me along with that eager, boyish energy I was fast becoming addicted to. Somewhere beneath the dazzling chaos of the amusement park, I had forgotten to worry. I wasn’t Mia Martinez here, I was just… Mia. A woman lost in the arms of a man who made the whole world vanish with his smile. I hadn’t wanted to come. Had protested, in fact, until he’d coaxed and cajoled me with that teasing glint in his eyes, practically dragging me into this whirlpool of lights and noise. Our disguises held sunglasses, caps, and hooded jackets and for a blissful moment, we weren’t headlines. We were just us. The path to the Ferris
Chapter 63If the devil wore perfume, she imagined it would smell like hers, the notes of oud and amber coiling through the air like subtle poison. Tania checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one final time, admiring the silk blouse cinched at her waist, the designer sunglasses that veiled the madness behind her eyes, and the dark lipstick she applied like war paint. No one would question her intentions today. She didn’t look like the type who came bearing vengeance. She looked just like an influential mother who'd just come to enroll her three-year-old son. Brian sat quietly in the back seat of the car she'd borrowed from her doctor buddy Luke. He sat in his booster behind her, clutching a juice box, his legs swinging gently. He had no idea what the day meant. What it cost.“Ready, baby?” she asked sweetly, stepping out of the car and rounding it with practiced elegance. The click of her heels was confident and precise as she unbuckled him and took his tiny hand in hers.The
Chapter 62The door slammed shut behind her like a final verdict.Tania’s heels clicked with frantic rhythm on the battered laminate floor as she stormed into the apartment, a raging storm of anger bubbling in her very being. She barely registered her environment as arms tightened around Brian, who was starting to squirm, and with a huff of frustration, she dropped him onto the lumpy old couch.He fussed immediately, whimpering, kicking, and rubbing his eyes with tiny balled fists, but she was already pacing, clawed hands dragging through her sweat-damp blonde hair. Her skin prickled. Her teeth ground together. Her ears buzzed with the echo of Andreas’s voice, still rattling around her skull like shrapnel.“Full custody,” she spat, venom thick on her tongue. “He said he wants full custody. He's crazy if he thinks, even for one second that I'll agree to give up my child without a fight!”Brian’s cries grew louder as he heard Tania's a
Chapter 61The words settled like a rock in Mia's chest."I'm fighting to get full custody of my son, Brian" Andreas whispered into the quiet of her room, his breath still warm against her collarbone.Mia stiffened in his arms, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes. The air between them crackled but not with the heat from moments before, but with the weight of something heavier, denser. Her lips parted, but the question came out as barely more than a breath."What?"Andreas’s hands slid to her waist, grounding her, steadying her as though he could sense the shift happening inside her. He didn’t repeat himself. He didn’t have to.The room felt suddenly colder, shadows stretching longer against the walls, and the humming silence that followed was almost unbearable.Mia stepped back, folding her arms over her chest as if she could shield herself from the storm that was gathering within. "You want to take him away f
Chapter 60The late afternoon sun bled golden streaks across the sky, casting long shadows over the city park. Laughter rang in the air with children squealing in delight, parents chatting, and the occasional bark of a dog as it chased after a ball. To any outsider, it looked like a perfect family outing. But for Tania, every cheerful note in the air grated against her nerves. As her eyes landed on Andreas, she noticed the tension emanating from his body and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here. She watched from the bench as Andreas stood by the side of the play area, his hands in the pockets of his charcoal hoodie, eyes fixed on the small boy laughing inside the ball pit. Brian’s curls bounced as he flailed through the rainbow-colored plastic, his face lit up in wonder and glee. Occasionally, he’d look up, searching for his mother or Andreas. Whenever his gaze landed on Andreas, he’d wave shyly. And Andreas, sweetly and patiently, would
Chapter 59 Mia's night had shifted. It was no longer a hollow echo of Andreas's silence, but now something alive, something burning. The moment she ran into his arms, her body responded before her mind could catch up. His warmth swallowed her, strong arms lifting her as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed the side of her neck, his hands firm beneath her thighs. "Shh... quiet," she whispered against his ear, her voice low and teasing. "Sofia's asleep." "Then I guess we better keep our voices down," he murmured, his grin pressed against her skin. He carried her inside like she weighed nothing, and Mia giggled softly, burying her face in his shoulder. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing their world off from everything outside. He set her down in the living room, but Mia didn’t let go of his hand. She held it tightly, eyes sparkling with intention.
Chapter 58The moonlight draped the streets in silver shadows as Mia pulled into her driveway, the quiet hum of the engine the only sound breaking the stillness of the night. She turned off the ignition and glanced at the passenger seat where Sofia, bundled in her favorite pink hoodie, dozed with her head tilted against the window. A soft smile curled on Mia’s lips. The day had been long, filled with laughter, running feet, spilled juice, and the warmth of old friendship. But it had also left a familiar ache in her chest. One she couldn't shake.Inside the house, she carried Sofia upstairs, her daughter’s weight warm and limp in her arms. She laid her gently on the bed, pulling the soccer field-patterned blanket up to her chin and brushing a curl from her forehead. The little girl murmured in her sleep, turning slightly, and Mia kissed her on the temple. “Goodnight, my love,” she whispered.The night air hung heavy with the scent of jas
Chapter 57The late afternoon sun bled gold through the gauzy curtains of Susan’s living room, casting soft patterns on the cream carpet beneath Mia’s feet. She stood by the large window, cradling her own silence as she watched the world outside it. Susan’s home. The smell of fresh coffee drifted from the open kitchen, blending with the faint scent of lavender from a nearby diffuser.Her eyes wandered to the lush, perfectly mowed lawn that stretched like a soft green painting outside the glass. On it, laughter danced freely. Shawn, Susan’s husband, barefoot and grinning, was tossing a worn-out soccer ball between Sofia and Nick, both children squealing with joy as they ran after it, arms flailing, giggles unrestrained. The kind of joy that belonged to a life untainted.“Susan!” Shawn called, turning slightly as the ball skidded past him. “Make that two cups, will you?”“I already am, you clown!” came Susan’s voice from the kitchen,
Chapter 56 Mia woke to the shrill ring of her phone before the sun had even risen, pale light filtering through her bedroom curtains. Her heart thudded in her chest when she saw Andreas’s name on the screen. “I… wanted to let you know,” his voice was gentle but strained, “Brian’s stable. He’s out of the ICU. They’re moving him to a regular pediatric ward this morning.” Mia exhaled, relief and guilt twinning in her throat. “Thank God,” she whispered. She'd been concerned since he told her last night about the child's condition. She was going to go to him, but it was already late in the night. “Do you want me to come?” she asked. Silence lengthened on the other end. Then he said, “Yes. Please…” “Okay…” Mia replied. “Sofia’s coming too,” she added before they ended the call. A few minutes later, Mia roused Sofia with sleepy kisses. “Come on, Sofia. W
Chapter 55 The fluorescent lights of Health Wise General Hospital stretched in an endless grid overhead, humming like a swarm of bees trapped behind a glass ceiling. Andreas burst through the revolving doors, his pulse thrumming so loudly he feared the echoes might give him away. Every polished tile underfoot gleamed with sterility and antiseptic scents that clashed with the knot of dread tightening in his gut. He scanned the reception desk. A weary nurse looked up, blinking at the late hour. He spoke first, “I'm here for a Brian Costa..” He said guessing the child's last name to be the same as Tania's. “Brian Costa?” The nurse asked as she browsed through the computer in front of her, taking longer than usual. Andreas then, cut straight to the point, voice rough with urgency. “Where is he?” The nurse pointed down a corridor lined with pediatric wards. “Room 312…” Her eyes, sympat