Ava’s POVThe rain tapped against the window like a persistent melody, filling the quiet space between us. Logan was sitting across from me, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his coffee cup. His demeanor was calm, as always, but there was an edge of curiosity in his gaze—one I couldn’t ignore.I took a deep breath. “Logan, I need your help with something.”He looked up from his coffee, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “What kind of help?”“I need to find someone,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Can you help me find Oliver? He's disappeared.”For a moment, Logan didn’t react. Then he leaned back in his chair, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Oliver, huh?”I nodded, unsure of what to expect. Logan always seemed like the kind of person who could find anyone, but the thought of asking him felt daunting.“You’re asking the wrong guy,” he said, shrugging. Logan's expression remained calm, but there was a slight tension in his jaw. "Ava, I wish I could help, but I don't
Ava’s POVThe soft hum of conversation mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee as rain pattered gently against the windows. Warm light spilled from vintage lamps, casting a cozy glow over the worn wooden tables and mismatched chairs.On the wall hung two beautiful clocks—"The Perfect Lovers," as they were affectionately called. They always moved in perfect synchronization, their hands dancing together in harmony. Watching them, I couldn't help but imaged my future lover.It was a night like any other in the quaint coffee shop, until a regular customer walked in.As the coffee shop prepared to close, I’m packing up the last few items and heading to the storage room in the back.Suddenly, the power went out, plunging the room into darkness. I gasped, momentarily disoriented."Are you okay?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with concern."Yeah, I just... I can't see a thing," I replied, a nervous laugh escaping my lips."Let's find the electric box," he suggested. We began to
Ava’s POVAs Logan made his way through the crowd, shaking hands and greeting employees, I knew I couldn't avoid him forever. Our paths were about to cross once more, and I had to be prepared for whatever came next.The sound of my co-worker’s scream sliced through the steady hum of the office, sharp and abrupt. My head snapped toward the commotion, and so did everyone else’s.The scream wasn’t blood-curdling, more like the excited, high-pitched kind you’d hear at a concert. And as I followed everyone’s gaze, I realized why.Logan.He was standing at the entrance of our open-floor workspace, his presence commanding without effort. His tailored suit fit him like a second skin, and his dark hair, slightly tousled, looked too perfect to be accidental. His eyes scanned the room, calm and assessing, until they landed on me.I froze.Our eyes locked, and time seemed to stretch unnaturally thin. My heart thundered in my chest, the sound deafening in my ears. The recognition in his gaze was i
Ava’s POVAs I left the bathroom, I was determined to avoid any further confrontation with Logan. I wanted to ignore him and avoid conflict at all costs. The last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself—or to the unmistakable water stains clinging to my clothes like a badge of humiliation.And yet, there he was. Logan. Leaning casually against the wall, as if waiting for someone—as if waiting for me. His dark eyes flicked up from his phone, sharp and focused the moment he saw me."Ava," he said, his tone neutral but tinged with concern. "What happened? You’re soaked.""It’s nothing," I replied quickly, brushing past him. "I’m fine."But of course, Logan didn’t listen. He never did. I felt his hand, warm and steady, close gently around my arm. I stopped, but I didn’t turn to face him."You can’t walk around like this," he said and Logan take off his coat and try to offer it to me to cover my wet blouse. "Let me help you. Here—""I don’t need your help, Logan." I snapped, glaring
Ava’s POVThe atmosphere in the office was tense as we gathered for the meeting. George, the man in charge of high-tech products, was already in a heated discussion with Jennifer, who was blonde and responsible for luxury goods. They had a history—George was Jennifer's ex-boyfriend, and their past relationship only added fuel to their professional rivalry.I didn’t have to guess who would lead our team. George’s name was practically stamped all over this project. His history of successfully managing collaborations with high-tech companies made him the obvious choice.George's arrogance was well-known in the office. He had a habit of belittling others, always convinced that he was the most suitable candidate for any task. Jennifer, on the other hand, was sharp and resilient, never one to back down from a challenge.Before either of them could respond, George leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “Let’s be honest here,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance. “With my experience in
Ava’s POVAs Amanda and I stood at the bus stop, my mind was in turmoil. Seeing Logan again was baffling at most. Why did I get to meet him here or all places? I struggled to understand why I reacted so strongly to his presence.Amanda must have noticed my confusion because she turned to me with a curious look. "Ava, are you okay? You seem a bit off."I forced a smile, trying to mask my inner turmoil. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a lot on my mind."She nodded, but I could tell she wasn't entirely convinced. "You know, there are rumors about Logan. They say he only has secret lovers and that many people know about his breakup, but no one knows who the woman is. It's a hot topic because everyone's curious about his choice of a girlfriend."The mention of secret lovers and the mystery surrounding his relationships made me surprised. I didn't think that such rumors are all related to me. I tried to keep my expression neutral, but I could not help to have my eyes a bit widened.Amanda glanced at
Logan’s POVI settled into the beach chair, adjusting my dark sunglasses as I let the simulated summer sun warm my face. The upscale rest center was an oasis in the midst of winter, with its artificial sunlight and serene seaside atmosphere. Despite the chill outside, the air here was warm, the kind of warmth that made you forget it wasn’t real.Prominent personalities, rich people, and influencers have gathered to the pool of the hostess of the party. Chatters of travels, business breakthroughs, and petty flirting are the main topics of each discussion as if they have not been talked about when they encountered each other the previous days.The place mainly was dominated by the scent of cocktail drinks and the chatter of too many people. It is still only nine in the morning. I was only behind them when I overheard their chatter.“Those people are our friends, right?” Leo, one of my friends asked as he adjusted his shades as he took a double check on the guests, examining the crowd an
Ava’s POV“Ava!”Logan shouted from behind, his voice echoing through the place. I looked to my left to see a flashing car rushing at me full speed. It was hard to react on time. I was rooted in my place, frozen and life flashing before my eyes.I closed my eyes, only anticipating and accepting what would happen.I felt my body as if whipped to the back, and my heart beat quickly, thinking that I was about to travel to the afterlife. I waited for a few seconds until I could feel someone’s breath tingling over my face.When I opened my eyes, there was Logan, locking his sights with mine. I immediately felt his hand on my waist, and the other wrapped around my shoulder. The warmth of his arms are as hot as ever, and I could feel his body shape through the layers of fabric between us.His perfume changed too, it seemed. It is manlier, more seductive, and highly addicting up close.“Wait –”I stepped back and fought frantically until the side of my foot bent towards the floor, putting a s
Ava’s POVThe rain tapped against the window like a persistent melody, filling the quiet space between us. Logan was sitting across from me, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his coffee cup. His demeanor was calm, as always, but there was an edge of curiosity in his gaze—one I couldn’t ignore.I took a deep breath. “Logan, I need your help with something.”He looked up from his coffee, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “What kind of help?”“I need to find someone,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Can you help me find Oliver? He's disappeared.”For a moment, Logan didn’t react. Then he leaned back in his chair, the faintest smile tugging at his lips. “Oliver, huh?”I nodded, unsure of what to expect. Logan always seemed like the kind of person who could find anyone, but the thought of asking him felt daunting.“You’re asking the wrong guy,” he said, shrugging. Logan's expression remained calm, but there was a slight tension in his jaw. "Ava, I wish I could help, but I don't
Ava’s POVAfter that night, Logan became a regular fixture at the coffee shop where I worked. He would sit at a corner table, watching me with a soft smile as I bustled around, taking orders and making drinks. His presence was both comforting and exhilarating, and I often found myself blushing under his gaze."You're doing great, Ava," he would say, his eyes twinkling with amusement whenever he caught me looking flustered."Thanks, Logan," I would reply, my cheeks turning even redder. His support meant the world to me, and I cherished every moment we spent together.Logan was there again, sitting at his usual table by the window. He was pretending to read something on his phone, but I could feel his gaze on me, as steady and warm as the late afternoon sun streaming through the glass.Every time I glanced his way, his lips curled into that easy, knowing smile that made my heart stutter. It was impossible to focus when he was around, but I secretly loved the way he watched me. Sometime
Ava’s POVThe evening air hung thick with anticipation, the dim light casting soft shadows across my face. Logan stepped closer, his movements unhurried, like a predator sizing up its prey, though his expression held nothing but warmth. “You don’t have to be nervous,” he said, reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as his fingers lingered, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. “It was my first time. I don’t want to mess this up.”Logan’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing gently against my flushed skin. “Ava, trust me, I’m very good at taking the lead.”My nerves began to melt away as Logan’s confidence enveloped me like a warm blanket. He kissed me passionately as he guided me to the bed. When his hands touched my breast they were warm, and he began to touch my soft skin. This was just the first session and his hands were confident, as his fingertips steadied my shoulder to u
Ava’s POVThe warmth in my body was overwhelming, an electric buzz I couldn’t shake. My steps faltered as Oliver’s hand tightened around my arm, his voice blending into the haze around me.“Ava, stay with me,” he urged, his tone edged with something close to panic.I blinked up at him, trying to focus. “What… what’s happening?”Before he could answer, another voice cut through the noise—a voice as cold and sharp as a blade.“Is there a problem here?”I turned, swaying slightly, to see Logan. He was standing a few feet away, his tall frame commanding attention even in the crowded ballroom. His dark suit seemed to absorb the light, and his piercing gaze flickered between me and Oliver.Logan’s presence sent a ripple through the room. People instinctively stepped aside, whispering in hushed tones, but his focus remained locked on us.Oliver stiffened, his face draining of color. For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes.“No problem,” Oliver said quickly, his grip on me loosening. “She’
Ava’s POVThe air seemed to thicken as I looked at Oliver, standing there as if he hadn’t fractured my world years ago. My chest felt heavy, and my throat tightened with the weight of the questions I had buried for so long.Memories I had worked so hard to suppress flooded back, sharp and unrelenting. My father, sitting at the dining table late into the night, stacks of papers and blueprints scattered before him. The excitement in his voice as he spoke of bidding on a property— Ridgewood Estate a deal that could have changed everything for our family.I remember the pride in his eyes when he said, “This is it, Ava. This is our future.”But the future never came.Instead, everything fell apart.I balled my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to steady my breathing. Oliver had been there, right in the middle of it all. As one of the key employees in the company managing the bidding process, he had worked closely with my father. My father trusted him. We trusted him.And th
Ava’s POVI followed Oliver at a careful distance, my heart pounding in my chest like a trapped bird. The dimly lit corridors of the sprawling estate seemed endless, each turn more disorienting than the last. Zara was supposed to be here, but I couldn’t find her. Now, lost in this labyrinth of opulence, I regretted every impulsive decision that had led me here.Just as I was about to give up and retreat, a sound reached me. A faint melody—sensuous, slow, and haunting. It was coming from a room at the end of the hallway. Drawn by curiosity and an inexplicable pull, I approached, the door slightly ajar. Inside, the scene unfolded like something out of a forbidden dream.Zara.She stood in the center of the room, a vision in crimson silk that clung to her every curve. The dress—if you could call it that—was daring, with slits that ran up both sides, revealing long legs adorned with shimmering anklets. The fabric caught the light, giving her an ethereal glow, while delicate chains draped
Ava's POVIt had been a few days since Logan had last reached out to me. A part of me felt relieved—after everything that had happened, I wasn’t sure how to face him anymore. But another part of me, the part that had grown accustomed to his presence, found the silence oddly unsettling.I sat in the corner of a quiet coffee shop, my laptop open in front of me, calculating the mess that had become my finances. It had started innocently enough—just a few unexpected expenses, some overdue bills—but now it was spiraling. Taxes, student loans, rent, and the occasional luxury gift from Logan that I could barely afford. The numbers just didn’t add up."Hey, Ava, are you doing okay?" Zara slid into the chair across from me, her eyes scanning the coffee cup in front of me, half-empty and forgotten.I sighed, shaking my head. "I’m fine. Just trying to figure out how I’m going to survive the next few months."Zara raised an eyebrow. "Survive? Are you serious? You've got Logan—he could solve all o
Logan’s POVThe sound of heels clicking against the stone path drew my attention, and there she was, Cassie, rushing toward me with that ever-confident stride. Only this time, she misstepped.Her heel caught on the edge of the stone, and she stumbled forward, arms flailing. Instinctively, I reached out, but before she fell into me, Leo and Andrew appeared, steadying her on either side.“Careful there,” I said, my tone light but my grip tightening on her.Cassie laughed it off, waving a hand. “Just these damn heels. They’re treacherous.”I stepped back as she brushed herself off, not missing the flicker of irritation that crossed her face. Cassie hated looking anything less than perfect.We piled into the car shortly after. Andrew and I took the front seats while Cassie and Leo slid into the back. The partition between us was down, and I could hear their conversation clearly, as I always did.Cassie started immediately, her voice dripping with disdain. “You wouldn’t believe the people
Ava’s POVCassie appeared, her smile bright yet sharp, like polished steel. She was effortlessly beautiful in a black dress that hugged her figure and somehow managed to be understated yet commanding. My scarf suddenly felt like a glaring mistake.Her eyes swept over me, lingering on the scarf with an almost imperceptible arch of her brow. It wasn’t overt, but I felt the judgment all the same. I instinctively adjusted it, feeling suddenly out of place, like a child playing dress-up at an adult’s event."Logan, this year’s exhibition is simply marvelous," Cassie said, her voice oozing approval. She clasped her hands together with a delicate air. "The present was better than ever. Truly, it’s unmatched.""Glad you think so," Logan replied smoothly, his lips curving into that effortless smile that charmed everyone.Wait. The present? I blinked, my gaze flickering between them. Logan didn’t elaborate, and Cassie moved on as if it was common knowledge. A pang of unease settled in my stomac