~Unknown~ “Any updates on the man she’s seeing now?” I asked, exhaling a trail of smoke into the cold, heavy air. I crushed the cigarette under my heel, the ember dying with a faint hiss, before I turned back to face him. The man standing before me shifted uncomfortably. His brown hair clung damply to his forehead, either from sweat or the misty drizzle outside. I could see the faint tremor in his hands before he clenched them into fists, forcing himself to stand straighter. “He’s… uh, he’s kind of a big deal in the tech world,” he said, his voice betraying the fear he was trying to hide. “Runs a company. He’s loaded.” I said nothing, letting the silence drag out. My gaze flickered back to the window, the dark cityscape stretching before me. It was late, but the lights of the distant skyscrapers still blinked, like dying stars. “I don’t know if they’re officially dating,” he continued, as though my silence compelled him to fill the void. “But they spend a lot of time together. Mor
~Joan~“Okay, good luck!” Rhoda said over the phone. I drew in a deep breath, a small smile creeping onto my face.“Thank you. I’ll drop by this evening,” I replied softly, and she made some kissy sounds before hanging up. I took a moment to check my appearance in the mirror.I wore a crisp white button-down and a black skirt, my hair tied back in a neat bun. A touch of makeup brought some color to my face, but not too much. I needed to look professional, and I hoped the nerves twisting in my stomach wouldn’t show.Grabbing my bag, I locked the door behind me and stepped outside, only to feel it again—the strange, creepy sensation that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. It sent goosebumps prickling across my skin.I froze. Someone was watching me.I glanced around, scanning the quiet street. Indie’s door was shut—she had traveled to Germany for some vague reason she’d mentioned last week—and my other neighbor had left early this morning.The street was empty.I shook off the feel
~Joan~Aaron arrived exactly five minutes later. I opened the door just wide enough to let him in, careful to keep our shoulders from brushing.I stayed by the door as he walked a few steps into the room and then turned to face me. My teeth caught my lower lip as I fought to hide the tremble I felt building.His brows knitted together as his eyes searched me, and I swallowed hard.“Can I... can I hug you?” I asked, meeting his gaze. A small, stubborn part of me hoped he’d say no, that it would snap me back to reality and away from this growing delusion.It would remind me what we were—just casual, no strings attached. But every minute I spent with him chipped away at my defenses. I could feel my heart peeling open, wanting to confide in him.I’d already told him things I hadn’t planned to. Things I used to only share with Rhoda. And now, somehow, he was replacing her, though in an entirely different way.“Come here,” he said softly, and my chest tightened as my eyes instantly filled w
~Aaron~She’d already fallen asleep when I left. I called one of my guys almost immediately, asking him to keep an eye on her house while I got ready for our journey.The truth was, I hadn't thought about going to Paris, not even for a second—let alone going with Joan. I’d just wanted to do something for her, something to take her mind off all this, and leaving the country seemed like the best option. When I got home, I called the pilot and asked him to get the jet ready for tomorrow morning. At least if we left early, we’d be able to get there on time.I scrolled through my contacts and stopped at the number of a guy who’d once told me to call him if I ever went to Paris. It was his way of paying me back for saving his life a few years ago. And now, I planned to put that favor to use. After making the call, I tried to get a few hours of sleep, though it was useless. My mind wouldn’t stop running.Morning came sooner than expected. After packing a few things, I went to Joan’s house. I
~Joan~We arrived in Paris seven hours later. Aaron and I spent most of the time in silence, likely mulling over what I’d said back at my apartment.Rhoda called me the moment my feet touched the ground. I glanced at Aaron, who was making his way to a black SUV. I trailed behind him at a slow pace, answering the call.“Hi,” I muttered, hearing her annoyed huff in response.“Seriously, where have you been? Your line’s been unreachable all day,” she snapped, and I raised an eyebrow. This was exactly why I’d been reluctant to come here in the first place. I was already keeping too many things from Rhoda, and now I’d have to add this to the list. But there was no going back now.“Oh, I visited New Orleans. The reception here is pretty bad,” I lied effortlessly. Aaron glanced back at me, looking ridiculously handsome in the sunglasses he wore. Let’s not even start on how good those jeans made his legs look or how broad his shoulders appeared. I noticed a few women gawking at him, and to m
~Aaron~I felt her before I saw her. The last of my drink burned down my throat as I watched the sea stretch endlessly under the dark sky. I told myself to hold out, to keep my eyes fixed on the horizon, not to turn around until she was closer.The driver had picked her up from the hotel, and she'd expressed her displeasure enough in the texts she sent. But tonight wasn’t about her mood or her protests. It was about her. About us.Planning a dinner date on a yacht had taken effort. I’d kept it under wraps because I knew myself too well. The moment I saw her in that dress, I’d be done for. I’d forget all my plans, cancel everything, and spend the night showing her exactly who she belonged to.“Should I be scared we’re trespassing on private property?” Her voice, soft and teasing, broke through my thoughts, and my restraint slipped. I turned.She stood just a few feet away, the night wrapping around her like she was a part of it. Her brows lifted slightly in curiosity, and she looked st
~Joan~His eyes darkened before he swooped me into his arms in one swift move, striding confidently toward God knows where. The yacht probably had rooms in it… I was sure of that. He dropped me gently to my feet and opened a door, pulling me in with him.It all happened so fast, and suddenly his lips were on mine. I melted into him, completely undone. I could count on my fingers how many times Aaron had kissed me. Sure, we didn’t kiss often because it was way more intimate, but now? Now, I wanted to feel his lips on every inch of my body.His hands slid down my thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with just enough pressure to send a jolt of heat curling between my legs. My breath hitched.I tangled my fingers in his hair, tugging, needing more. The heels I wore gave me just enough height that I didn’t have to strain to reach his hungry lips. My hands roamed his body with the same urgency, learning him all over again.Clutching his biceps for balance, I pressed closer, lettin
~Joan~I curled further into the warm, firm body pressed against me, letting out a soft sigh as I tried to ignore the golden rays of sunlight creeping onto my face. I wanted to savor the moment just a little longer before peeling my eyes open, only to come face-to-face with Aaron’s still-sleeping form.The good news? He was still out cold, giving me the rare chance to study him without interruption.His stubble had felt prickly under my fingers yesterday—definitely time for a shave—not that I expected Aaron to bother anytime soon. His dark lashes fanned across his cheeks, his lips now tinted faintly red, thanks to my lipstick.His arm tightened around me, pulling me closer, and I became acutely aware of his very obvious arousal pressing into my stomach.Okay?I hated to admit it, but Aaron was beautiful—if that was even the right word for a man. And he knew it too, never missing a chance to use his looks to his advantage.A low groan escaped him, and his eyelids fluttered. I shut my e
♡Joan♡ Note: If you like reading with music, try Meryl Streep’s "The Winner Takes It All." It’s even better with headphones. Enjoy! 😊🤭 We left for Spain—not to visit Luna, but for a change of scenery. After a month of therapy, we were in a much better place. Healing wasn’t instant, but we were making progress. I stepped into the living room, taking in my surroundings while Aaron pulled our bags in behind me. It looked both familiar and strange at the same time, like a place I knew but hadn't seen in years. A small smile tugged at my lips. To think this was where it all began—months ago, maybe even a year. I walked over to the window where we’d first made love, my fingers brushing the glass. My scratches were still there. That surprised me. I half-expected Aaron to have changed the window, given his obsession with order. The fact that he hadn’t? Well, that made my heart do a little flip. "Got any memories there?" His deep voice came from behind me. I glanced at him over my
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♤Aaron♤The doctor discharged us a couple of days later and suggested we go to therapy—to help us cope with losing the baby.He had no idea how much Joan needed it. She’d seen someone die right in front of her, been caught in a shooting spree, lost our child, and seen me covered in blood. Even though she wasn’t saying much, I knew it had left scars on her.I promised myself I’d go with her to every session.That’s why I was opening the car door for her, helping her in before getting into the driver’s seat and pulling out of our compound. It was our first meeting with the therapist. She stayed quiet, staring out of the window like she wasn’t really seeing anything. It had been happening a lot.A tight feeling grew in my chest, and my grip on the steering wheel hardened."Hey. You good?" I asked.She turned to me, her eyes dull, missing the usual spark.She pressed her lips together and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she muttered, looking away.My jaw tensed.The rest of the ride passed in
♡Joan♡ I had no idea how much time had passed, but when I opened my eyes, someone was sitting next to me. Shoulders hunched, head bowed, my hand in his—and he was bloody. Damn bloody, all over. I swallowed hard, my throat dry and parched. “Aaron,” I whispered, and his eyes snapped up to meet mine almost immediately. They were bloodshot. I didn’t need anyone to tell me why. My own eyes itched and burned as I pressed my lips together to hide the tremble. “We lost the baby, didn’t we?” I asked quietly, as a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. I stared up at the ceiling. “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault. If I’d maybe listened to you and—” “It’s not your fault,” he cut in. His voice sounded cold, detached—very unlike Aaron. In the four years I’ve known him, he’s never sounded this... broken. I don’t know. I glanced at him. His jaw was clenched tight. My eyes traveled down his body where he sat. His shirt was soaked in blood. How badly had they hurt him? Why wasn’t he being
♡Joan♡ He got me to the car, opened the door, and helped me in. His shirt was stained, and since it was a lighter grey color, the blood was obvious. Ironic, that we were both bleeding, both capable to take lives. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his palm resting against my cheek as he locked eyes with me. “You’ll be fine. The baby will be fine too,” he said softly, and a tear slipped from my eye. Another followed, until I was crying again. I didn’t want to lose our baby. What kind of mother does that make me, if I can’t even protect my child? “What if—” “Shush,” Aaron interrupted, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I’m going back in there to finish this, okay? If I’m not out in five minutes, press this button.” He pointed to a button just beneath the steering wheel. “The car will automatically drive you wherever you need to go once you input your location in the GPS,” he added, but I shook my head. He looked away, quickly typed an address into the GPS, then tu
♤Aaron♤ A gunshot cracked through the air. Missed. I spun around, heart pounding—where the hell did that come from? My eyes snapped back to Joan. She closed her eyes, and I lost it. I pressed the trigger, hitting the leg of the bastard holding her. His groan echoed as he collapsed to one knee. His crew flinched, but my men stepped forward, guns raised and ready. One wrong move, and they’d all be dead. Hell, they’re dead already for even laying a hand on her. And if anything happened to her or our baby… God help them. I shoved my gun into the back of my jeans and crossed the distance in seconds, catching her in my arms before the man could drop her like garbage. She felt a little heavy, too still. My chest tightened. I hated this feeling. The last time I felt this helpless was when she slipped into that coma. And now? If she slipped away from me… if I lost her or the baby… I wouldn’t survive it. Killing these bastards wouldn’t be enough. I’d want them to drown in their own bl
♡Joan♡ He starved me—true to his words. I didn’t know how long I’d been here, tied and aching. It must be the early hours of the morning by now. Aaron had to know I was missing. He’d be searching, but how would he ever find me? I didn’t even know where I was. My wrists burned from the rope chafing my skin, my head throbbed, and my eyes felt too heavy to keep open. God, I wanted to sleep. I longed to be safe in Aaron’s arms, but closing my eyes here felt like asking for death. The room was quiet, for now. But if I dared to fall asleep, who knew what could happen? I shifted slightly and glanced at the man hanging upside down across from me. There was barely any life left in him. How long had he been like this, tortured and tied up? I didn’t care—but part of me was curious. After all, this was the first time I’d met my father. “How long have you been here?” I asked, my voice quiet. He didn’t answer. For a moment, I thought he was already dead. My stomach twisted at the thought of
♤Aaron♤ "What's the plan?" Denzel asked, rubbing his chin. I paced the small room, scanning the men inside. Not just any men—these were hulking, sharp-minded, and intimidating figures. Their expressions alone could send shivers down anyone’s spine, enough to make a grown man hesitate and women step back in fear. And that's why they were my best and top. "Any update, Jason?" I turned to the man seated at the far end. He was calm, his fingers gliding across his laptop’s keyboard as he scanned through data. He barely lifted his eyes before responding. "I hacked into every CCTV camera in town, but it’ll take a while to sift through the footage and pinpoint her exact location," he said. I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. Time was the one thing I didn’t have. The longer this dragged on, the worse it could get for her. "Start with the cameras near her last known location," Denzel suggested, his voice steady but urgent. Jason pursed his lips, humming under his brea
♡Joan♡My head throbbed, my skull ached, and it felt like it would burst open if I moved.My eyelids were heavy, but I forced them open. Darkness greeted me first, making me doubt whether I had really opened my eyes.Had I gone blind overnight? Where was Aaron? Why was the whole house in darkness?I tried to call for him, but something was blocking my mouth. A gag. My eyes widened as memories slowly crept back, piece by piece.I was in danger. My baby was in danger. We had been taken.I wriggled my wrists, feeling sharp pain where the restraints cut into my skin. My hands were tied behind my back. That explained the ache.I jerked against the chair, trying to break free. My heart pounded wildly, each beat louder than the last. The more I struggled, the deeper the restraints bit into my skin.That would leave bruises."Don't. It'll only hurt you more," a man's voice broke through the darkness, and I froze. My breath hitched. Someone was here.In books and movies, captors usually walked