~Joan~I just stood there, frozen, staring at the woman who was supposed to be my mother. She blinked at me, her smile faltering slightly, like she wasn’t sure how to hold it in place.I shook my head quickly, forcing a small, polite smile."I'm Joan. Alessia's colleague," I said, my voice steady despite the storm inside me. She nodded and walked toward her daughter, leaving me standing there, feeling like a shadow. I watched blankly as the two of them spoke in Spanish, their voices a soft hum I couldn’t follow. Brielle chimed in occasionally.Luna De Luca. The name echoed in my head, over and over.Goddamn it… fuck.My fingers trembled slightly as I grabbed my phone, typing furiously, the screen blurring for a moment before I blinked the haze away. That’s when Shayne’s text popped up.Shayne: I have good news. We're releasing your book tonight, and the clients want you to work on book two. They totally loved it.My heart gave a little jolt, but I barely let the feeling register. I i
~Aaron~My phone rang the next morning. It was Rhoda. We’d barely spoken since Joan left the restaurant in tears.Rhoda had been upset with me for setting her up with Joan without giving her a heads-up. I never had the courage to explain myself, knowing it was just her way of pretending nothing affected her.Adjusting the towel around my waist, I swiped the green button to answer.There was a sniffle on the other end. I froze.“Aaron?” Her voice cracked slightly, and I straightened up.“Rhoda? What’s wrong?” I asked, walking toward my wardrobe and grabbing a pair of pants.“It’s Joan…” Her voice trailed off, and for a second, it felt like my heart stopped. Joan?“What happened to her?” I asked sharply, hurriedly pulling on my pants and zipping up.“Her apartment was broken into. Some guys attacked her—they beat her until she passed out. Her neighbor rushed her to the hospital and called me.”I bolted out of the room, grabbing a T-shirt on the way.“She’s not waking up.”No. No, no, no
~Aaron~I stayed at the hospital day after day, only switching shifts with Rhoda to go home, shower, and change. I didn’t bother going to the office. It was either home or the hospital—nowhere else. When I walked into Joan’s hospital room, the sterile smell hit me first—antiseptic, mixed with the faint metallic tang of IV fluids. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound aside from Rhoda humming under her breath, wiping Joan’s forehead with a damp cloth.“Hey,” I muttered, my voice rough.Rhoda glanced up, offering a tired smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Hey,” she replied softly, letting out a long sigh as she dipped the towel back into the bowl of warm water, wringing it out with trembling fingers before dabbing Joan’s pale skin again.“How’s she doing?” I asked, lowering myself onto the edge of the bed since Rhoda occupied the only chair. I’d had the doctors move Joan to a private ward—I couldn’t stand the thought of sharing space with other patients. Wat
~Joan~It was dark, but I could hear the voices. Familiar ones. I wanted to open my eyes, but they were too heavy. I wanted to cry out for help, but my voice wouldn't come. Still, I could hear them."Hey, Jo. How are you doing today?" It was Aaron. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t okay, that everything hurt, but no words would come. His fingers brushed against my hand, warm and reassuring."Open your eyes for me, kitten. I fucking miss you." His voice was strained, thick with something raw. My lips wouldn’t move. When had speaking become so difficult?"I miss you too." The words echoed in my mind, but the darkness pulled me under before I could force them out.When I surfaced again, I had no idea how much time had passed. The room was silent now, still shrouded in that same suffocating darkness. My body ached in places I couldn’t name. I stayed still, listening, hoping someone would come.The quiet broke with the sound of a door creaking open. Then—soft, muffled sobs. Someone was crying.
~Aaron~I left the hospital once Joan had fallen asleep. There weren’t enough words to describe how I felt when I walked into that room and those green eyes turned to me. I wanted to fall to my knees, but the mild confusion in them kept me standing. The last thing I wanted was to startle her.I headed down to the basement, Louis and another guy trailing behind me. The air was thick with the damp, metallic scent of the underground space. I barely spared a glance at the figure tied to the chair—blindfolded, gagged, and completely helpless."I want to believe none of you touched her," I said, my voice even but laced with a warning. They both gave a curt nod. I was in for a lot of things, but rape wasn’t one of them. Women were a rarity here, and I had made it clear—no one was to lay a finger on them. I gave the orders, and that was one line I refused to let anyone cross.She jerked against the restraints, wrists rubbing raw against the coarse rope. I watched the skin turn red where it bi
~Joan~I felt someone walk into the room, and I turned. His dark eyes met mine as he closed the door quietly behind him, his movements careful, almost hesitant.He gave me a small smile, and my heart flipped again. I pressed my lips together, trying to steady the tremble I felt creeping in.He came closer, settling into the seat beside my bed before taking my hand in his. His touch was warm, grounding. He sighed, running his fingers gently through my hair, the motion soothing my scalp.“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice softer than usual. I nodded.“Great. Since you're here now,” I muttered, watching as he gave another small smile before lowering his gaze to my fingers. He didn’t seem to understand just yet.I lifted my IV-connected hand and ruffled his hair, feeling the soft strands slip through my fingers. His head tilted slightly as he looked up, both amused and mildly curious.“What was that for?” he asked, raising a brow.“Your hair looked inviting. I couldn’t resist,” I
~Aaron~The next morning, Rhoda arrived, and since Joan was still sound asleep, I left her in Rhoda’s care.At home, I took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, and placed a call to one of my employees at DomisAd.“Sir?” Her Spanish accent was rich, unmistakable.Alessia had gotten my number from Noah, wanting to inform me that one of our staff had been in an accident and to ask if I wanted to visit. I told her I was already at the hospital and invited her to stop by.“How many of you are coming?” I asked. A brief silence followed.“We’re three. We share an office, so yeah,” she said. I pursed my lips.“Remember what I told you yesterday?”“Yes, sir, but—”“Just do it,” I cut in, not giving her a chance to argue. This was the time to fix everything. I just wanted to give Joan a chance at happiness—real happiness.I ended the call, grabbed my keys, and headed to one of the nearby restaurants. Safe to say I bought everything remotely edible—except steak. Joan didn’t like steak. S
~Joan~Alessia chuckled awkwardly. “What?” She stared at me like I'd lost my mind. My jaw tightened as my eyes drifted to Luna, who stood next to her daughter.Bitterness bubbled inside me, thick and impossible to ignore.Why didn’t she love me enough to take me with her to Spain? She got a new family, a fresh start, and I was left behind, struggling to fit in, struggling to push past my abandonment issues. Even now, after all these years, it still wasn’t easy.And now she walked in here smiling, like everything was perfect, like nothing had ever been broken.Fucking Aaron.I glanced at him as he made his way beside me, looking like he wanted to say something.“Can you ask her to leave, please?” I muttered, keeping my voice low. “I’d like to talk to Alessia alone without her in the picture.”Luna’s brows drew together, her expression matching Rhoda’s confusion.“There must be a misunderstanding. We’ve met before, haven’t we?” Luna asked, and I gritted my teeth.“Jo, what’s going on?”
~Joan~"Wanna take a shower with me?" I asked Aaron once we got home. He pressed his lips together. "I'll pass. I'm gonna check on the other rooms—I thought I heard something," he said before walking away. Disappointment stirred in my chest. He heard nothing. I knew that. So why was he avoiding being close to me? I understood it hadn’t even been a week since I was discharged, but as long as I took my medications, I'd be fine in no time. I headed to the bedroom, undressing before stepping into the shower. Warm water streamed down my body, washing away the tension but not the thoughts crowding my mind. We’d had fun on the drive home—Aaron even sang with me. But the closer we got, the quieter he became. Was it me? Had something changed? Did he no longer find me attractive? That didn’t seem right. When we kissed, I saw the raw hunger in his eyes. Then what was wrong? A thought struck me, tightening my chest. Had he been with someone else while we were apart? The idea was ridiculous
~Joan~By the time we pulled away, we were both breathless, and I was sure the hunger in Aaron's eyes mirrored mine. It had been too long. His gaze flickered to my chest, and his jaw tightened slightly. "You wanna come with me to the rooftop?" he asked, his voice low. I swallowed, suddenly aware of the people around us. A few were staring, including the woman from earlier. I had completely forgotten about her—that was how much power Aaron had over me. "The movie isn’t over yet," I pointed out, my voice coming out breathy. He raised a brow, and after a brief pause, I nodded. "Fine, let's go." He stood up and offered me his hand. I took it without hesitation, letting him help me up as we made our way out of the theater. "What are we going to do on the rooftop?" I asked as we climbed the stairs, taking two at a time. Aaron kept a firm grip on me, making sure I didn't trip. "You’ll see," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. My stomach flipped. My first thought was sex, and I
JoanI was surprised when Aaron asked me to dress up because we were going out. I tried getting some information, but he was unusually tight-lipped about our destination. He wasn’t one to reveal his plans easily, but still, I had expected at least a hint.I stared out the window as he drove through the city, having absolutely no idea where we were headed. With no direction on what to wear, I’d settled on a casual green dress. He said I looked gorgeous, though, so I figured I’d made a decent choice.After a while, we pulled up in front of a building I immediately recognized—I’d been here before with Rhoda. My brows furrowed as I turned to him. A cinema? Aaron didn’t strike me as the type to sit through a movie, let alone in a crowded theater. He switched off the ignition and unbuckled his seat belt, then reached over to undo mine as well."Did I miss something?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity as he flicked the seat belt open. His fingers brushed against my thigh, light and deli
AaronI moved slowly to the rhythm of the soft music playing as I stirred the sauce, swaying just a little. I had left Joan in bed so I could make breakfast before she woke up. Since I hadn't been able to get much sleep anyway, I figured I might as well make myself useful.Joan had made it a habit to glue herself to my side, draping her legs over me and tucking her hands into my shorts. I’d just stared at the ceiling in resignation, willing myself to stay still. I had a feeling she knew exactly what she was doing while pretending to be asleep. And even though my mind knew she wasn’t ready for anything yet, my body had an entirely different opinion."What are you doing?" Her voice came from behind me, and I froze for a moment before glancing over my shoulder. She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, green eyes sparkling with amusement.I shrugged, masking the flicker of embarrassment creeping up my spine. "Cooking," I said, keeping my tone neutral.She hummed, stepping closer un
~Joan~"No, I'm good. Do I really have to stay here? I could always rent another apartment, you know," I muttered as Aaron helped me into his penthouse, carrying my bags. He didn’t respond, and I knew that was a definite no.I had just been discharged from the hospital after the doctor confirmed I was okay to go home.He insisted I avoid anything too exhausting, and then Aaron decided—without asking—that I’d stay with him. In his words, "for the time being."But I knew Aaron. He wouldn’t let me leave, even if I fully recovered. Not that I minded. I liked his apartment. It held memories, just like the other house.I glanced around, searching for something to distract myself."Nothing's really changed around here," I murmured. Aaron hummed in response, dragging my bags along. I stood in the middle of the living room, watching his back."Are we sharing a room?" I asked, because I really wanted to know. My relationship with Aaron was undefined, and I had no idea what we were—friends? A co
~Joan~Alessia chuckled awkwardly. “What?” She stared at me like I'd lost my mind. My jaw tightened as my eyes drifted to Luna, who stood next to her daughter.Bitterness bubbled inside me, thick and impossible to ignore.Why didn’t she love me enough to take me with her to Spain? She got a new family, a fresh start, and I was left behind, struggling to fit in, struggling to push past my abandonment issues. Even now, after all these years, it still wasn’t easy.And now she walked in here smiling, like everything was perfect, like nothing had ever been broken.Fucking Aaron.I glanced at him as he made his way beside me, looking like he wanted to say something.“Can you ask her to leave, please?” I muttered, keeping my voice low. “I’d like to talk to Alessia alone without her in the picture.”Luna’s brows drew together, her expression matching Rhoda’s confusion.“There must be a misunderstanding. We’ve met before, haven’t we?” Luna asked, and I gritted my teeth.“Jo, what’s going on?”
~Aaron~The next morning, Rhoda arrived, and since Joan was still sound asleep, I left her in Rhoda’s care.At home, I took a quick shower, changed into fresh clothes, and placed a call to one of my employees at DomisAd.“Sir?” Her Spanish accent was rich, unmistakable.Alessia had gotten my number from Noah, wanting to inform me that one of our staff had been in an accident and to ask if I wanted to visit. I told her I was already at the hospital and invited her to stop by.“How many of you are coming?” I asked. A brief silence followed.“We’re three. We share an office, so yeah,” she said. I pursed my lips.“Remember what I told you yesterday?”“Yes, sir, but—”“Just do it,” I cut in, not giving her a chance to argue. This was the time to fix everything. I just wanted to give Joan a chance at happiness—real happiness.I ended the call, grabbed my keys, and headed to one of the nearby restaurants. Safe to say I bought everything remotely edible—except steak. Joan didn’t like steak. S
~Joan~I felt someone walk into the room, and I turned. His dark eyes met mine as he closed the door quietly behind him, his movements careful, almost hesitant.He gave me a small smile, and my heart flipped again. I pressed my lips together, trying to steady the tremble I felt creeping in.He came closer, settling into the seat beside my bed before taking my hand in his. His touch was warm, grounding. He sighed, running his fingers gently through my hair, the motion soothing my scalp.“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice softer than usual. I nodded.“Great. Since you're here now,” I muttered, watching as he gave another small smile before lowering his gaze to my fingers. He didn’t seem to understand just yet.I lifted my IV-connected hand and ruffled his hair, feeling the soft strands slip through my fingers. His head tilted slightly as he looked up, both amused and mildly curious.“What was that for?” he asked, raising a brow.“Your hair looked inviting. I couldn’t resist,” I
~Aaron~I left the hospital once Joan had fallen asleep. There weren’t enough words to describe how I felt when I walked into that room and those green eyes turned to me. I wanted to fall to my knees, but the mild confusion in them kept me standing. The last thing I wanted was to startle her.I headed down to the basement, Louis and another guy trailing behind me. The air was thick with the damp, metallic scent of the underground space. I barely spared a glance at the figure tied to the chair—blindfolded, gagged, and completely helpless."I want to believe none of you touched her," I said, my voice even but laced with a warning. They both gave a curt nod. I was in for a lot of things, but rape wasn’t one of them. Women were a rarity here, and I had made it clear—no one was to lay a finger on them. I gave the orders, and that was one line I refused to let anyone cross.She jerked against the restraints, wrists rubbing raw against the coarse rope. I watched the skin turn red where it bi