(The Bills)~EDWARD'S POV~I've been stuck in this hospital bed for five days now, and Harper still hasn't shown up. I know I hurt her, but the least she could do was come and see me. Just once. Lying here feels useless. I should be working, proving myself. If I even still have a job. This job was supposed to be my chance to turn things around, to show Harper I was serious about changing. I wanted her to see that I could put in the effort and that we could get back to the way things were. Frustration bubbled up as I glanced around the room, searching for my belongings. I needed my phone. I couldn't just sit here, waiting like some invalid. I had to do something.The sound of the door creaking open drew my attention. Jessica walked in, her gaze landing on me before she scanned the room. "Where's Mom?" she asked, her tone flat."I told her to go home and rest," I said, irritation creeping into my voice. "She shouldn't be here all the time. You know, you could help her out."Jessic
(Start Afresh)~ALICE’S POV~“What do you want?” Edward’s voice came through sharp and impatient on the other end of the line. I rolled my eyes at his attitude. He should be grateful I even bothered to call him. The nerve of this idiot. If it weren’t for the child growing inside me, I wouldn’t have bothered. Scratch that—I wouldn’t have even looked in his direction if I had a choice. But here I was, stuck in this mess with him. “Still at the hospital, I guess?” I said, keeping my tone casual, waiting for him to reply. “I’m not in the mood for games, Alice. Just get to the damn point.” His voice was clipped, laced with frustration. I shifted on the couch, leaning back into the cushions as I stared at the ceiling. “Don’t take your frustration out on me,” I snapped, my tone sharp. There was silence on the other end, thick and tense before he finally spoke again. “What do you want, Alice? Surely you didn’t call just to piss me off.” “Well, for once, you got something right,
(A DONE DEAL)~GIDEON’S POV~ I stared at the stack of files in front of me, my desk cluttered with paperwork. It had been work, work, and more work. Dealing with so many mergers was exhausting, and the pressure to get everything done on time was weighing on me. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. I missed spending time with Harper. My eyes shifted to my phone, sitting quietly on the desk. Maybe I should call her. I wanted to hear her voice. I tapped the screen, unlocked it, and scrolled to my contact list. Her name stared back at me, tempting me to tap it. I was about to give in to the urge when there was a knock on the door. I looked up as the door opened slightly, and Joshua, my assistant, stepped inside. He had that look on his face—the one that said he had news to deliver. “Is there a problem, Joshua?” I asked, setting my phone down. “The report you asked for, sir,” he said, making his way toward me and handing me a file. I took it, unlocking the folder
(OUT FOR A DRINK)~EDWARD’S POV ~I stood in Danny’s so-called loan shark office, a small, rundown building that looked like it had been taken from some unlucky debtor as collateral. Typical. But that wasn’t my concern. If Danny was really behind my attack and hospitalization, he had a lot of explaining to do. And as far as I was concerned, our deal? It was as good as dead. “Eddy, my man,” Danny greeted, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “I heard what happened. But seeing as you’re still standing, I guess the beating wasn’t *that* bad.” This bastard. Did he think I was stupid? I *knew* he was behind it. “You must be disappointed, huh?” I shot back, fists clenching at my sides. “Since you sent your men to beat the hell out of me. This just blew a hole in our deal, Danny.” Danny didn’t react. His eyes—cold, calculating—stared at me in silence, making me shift slightly. Danny had always been the scariest one in our circle. The kind of man who made you think twice before
(INTOXICATED SMELL)~HARPER’S POV~I stepped outside, my eyes scanning the parking lot, but Gideon and his friends were nowhere in sight. “Fuck, I miss him,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. Pulling out my phone, I unlocked the screen and scrolled through my contacts until I found his name. My thumb hovered over the call button as I hesitated. *Should I?* “Well, I already came out here, so what the hell,” I mumbled to myself and pressed the dial. Straight to voicemail. I frowned, staring at the screen. That was strange. “Looking for me?” At the sound of his voice, I turned quickly. Relief flooded through me the moment I saw him standing there. A wide smile spread across my lips as I wasted no time pulling him into a hug. “I thought you left,” I murmured, tightening my grip around him. His scent filled my senses—masculine and intoxicating. “Leave? Without you? Never.” His arms wrapped around me securely. “I had to see my friend off. He was drunk.” I did
A Night of Passion~HARPER’S POV~I stood there, my heart racing as Gideon's smirk turned into a look of pure, unadulterated desire. His hands felt like a brand on my waist, sending shivers down my spine. I knew at that moment that this night would be unforgettable."You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he whispered, his warm breath caressing my ear. His fingers tightened around my waist, and he pulled me closer, our bodies almost touching. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and my senses were overwhelmed by his masculine scent, a mix of musk and something uniquely Gideon."I want to show you something," he murmured, his lips brushing against my cheek as he spoke. "But first, let me take your coat."I nodded, my voice momentarily lost as I struggled to find the words. I let my jacket slide off my shoulders, revealing a simple black dress that hugged my curves. Gideon's eyes darkened at the sight, and he gently took the coat from my hands, hanging it on a nearb
(ENEMY WITHIN)~EDWARD’S POV~ “You’re still alive.” Noah’s voice cuts through my thoughts just as I lift another shot to my lips. I needed this drink. Ever since I woke up in that hospital and got discharged, life had been... too much. My mother and sister wouldn’t stop with their demands—loans, money, endless complaints. God, they were parasites, feeding off what little I had left. Dragging me back when all I wanted was to move forward. “You must have some kind of god watching over you,” Noah muses, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Given how tough you’ve had it this year.” His chuckle grates on my nerves. “You enjoying this, aren’t you?” I snap, my grip tightening around my glass. “Watching me suffer. After all, you’re living the dream.” Noah snorts. “Dream life?” He finally looks at me, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Yeah, right.” That’s the thing about Noah—he’s the kind of guy who always lands on his feet. Good family, great education, sharp mind. Ha
TASTING THE WATERS~HARPER’S POV~I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my jaw clenched as the argument with Alice replayed in my head. She always knew how to get under my skin. But what annoyed me most was the way she acted—like she regretted everything. I sighed. It was too early to let Alice’s mess ruin my day. The sudden ring of my phone pulled me from my thoughts. Glancing at the screen, a slow smile curled on my lips. Gideon. The memory of last night’s sex flickered in my mind—the way he took control, the way he owned me. I answered the call, teasing, “Can’t get enough of me?” A deep chuckle came from the other end. “Well, I wouldn’t mind coming over right now… just say the word.” A flutter ran through my stomach. God, this man knows exactly what he’s doing.“As tempting as that sounds, I have to work,” I said, clearing my throat, hoping he wouldn’t hear the effect his words had on me. “That’s too bad,” he mused, and I could hear the disappointment in his voice
CANDLELIT DINNER 2~HARPER'S POV~Three days. That’s how long I’d spent with Gideon after taking a very necessary sick leave from work.And honestly? It had been magical. I never wanted any of it to end. Mornings with breakfast in bed. Afternoons with lunch in expensive restaurants.Nights filled with reckless, mind-numbing sex—wherever we found ourselves until we were too exhausted to move.Who the hell was this man? And more importantly…What was he doing to me?Tonight, Gideon had promised yet another surprise. As if everything else hadn’t been enough. When he first mentioned wine tasting, I’d blinked at him in confusion."What's that?" I had asked, immediately regretting how clueless I sounded.He had only smirked, shaking his head slightly. "You're cute when you're clueless."Not exactly an answer. But then again, Gideon never answered things directly. And now, as we pulled up to the event, my breath hitched at the sight before me.A massive vineyard stretched across the land, bat
A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows. Blood was trickling from his lip where Noah had hit him, and his eye was already starting to swell. For a split second, I thought maybe he’d pass back out. No such luck.“Mother… fucker,” Edward muttered, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then his bloodshot eyes snapped to me.And just like that, chaos was back.“You,” he snarled, pushing himself upright with shaky determination. “You bitch.” He stumbled to his feet, swaying for a second, but that didn’t stop him. Didn’t slow him down, either. His gaze was locked on me like I was hi
SECRETS OUT ~ALICE’S POV~I sat on the cold kitchen floor, one hand still pressed to my throat. Every shallow breath I took scraped against the soreness Edward’s fingers left behind. But that wasn’t what had me shaking. Not really. Noah’s eyes were on me now. And they were clear. Focused. The kind of dangerous I hadn’t seen in him before. He wasn’t drunk anymore. At least not enough to make a difference.“Drink this.” Noah’s voice was low, but there was something in it that made me obey. I took the glass of water he handed me and sipped, though my hands trembled the entire time.He waited. Patient. Too patient.When I finished, he set the glass aside and knelt in front of me again. Elbows on his knees, body relaxed. But his gaze was razor-sharp. He looked like he was watching me through a scope.“Let’s talk,” he repeated. No more playful slurs. No more lazy smirks. Just a cold calculation.I swallowed hard, even though it hurt. “About what?” My voice came out hoarse. Weak.
CRAZY OR NOT~ALICE’S POV~I dragged myself out of bed, grumbling as I made my way downstairs. The banging on the door wouldn’t stop. Who the hell was that at this hour? It was four in the morning. People were supposed to be sleeping. I stood in the middle of the dark living room, flipping on the light. The pounding on the door only grew louder. “Harper! I know you’re in there! Open the fucking door!” A familiar voice slurred from outside. I rolled my eyes, groaning as I shuffled toward the door. Twisting the lock, I pulled it open— And there he was. Edward. Drunk. And beside him, half-collapsed on the porch, was Noah. “Edward,” I sighed, annoyed. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Where’s Harper?” he barked, pushing past me without waiting for an answer. “I know she’s inside!” “What the hell—” I shouted, stumbling back as he stormed into the house like he owned it. Who the hell did he think he was, barging in here like that? This wasn’t his home. It wasn’t even mine.
A MAN LIKE GIDEON~EDWARD’S POV~I pulled up in front of Noah’s apartment building, parking in the near-empty lot. Killing the engine, I grabbed my keys and stepped out, slamming the door harder than necessary. I made my way to the elevator, jabbing the call button with more force than required. The doors slid open. I stepped inside and hit the button for the tenth floor—the top. Noah better has a damn good reason for dragging me out of my mother’s house tonight. He had a lot to answer for. A lot to make up for. And Harper... I gritted my teeth, glancing at my phone again. Still no calls. No texts. The nerve of her, ignoring me like I didn’t exist. Like I wasn’t trying. What the hell was her problem? The elevator dinged on the tenth floor, snapping me back to the present. I stepped out, walking down the dimly lit hallway toward apartment 135 at the end. I rang the bell once. No answer. I rang it again. This time, I heard the latch click. The door creaked open. Noa
CANDLELIT DINNER 1~GIDEON'S POV~The rooftop was perfect. Minimalistic. Private. High above the noise of the city. Just the way I liked it. And tonight, it was all about Harper. I stood at the edge, staring out over the skyline as the sun bled into the horizon. Colors like fire and blood. Fitting. I took a slow breath, rolling my sleeves up to my elbows watching the staff finish setting the table. Nothing extravagant. Two chairs. Crisp white linens. Crystal glassware. And candlelight. Soft. Intimate. Deceptively simple. Because it wasn't about impressing her. It was about control. About giving her something no one else could. I turned when I heard the elevator doors open behind me. Footsteps, slow and hesitant. Good. She was already off balance. I liked that. "Wow..." Harper's voice was soft, almost breathless. I let her take it in. Let her have her moment. Then I turned, letting my gaze sweep over her slowly, deliberately. "You're late," I said, but my tone was smooth.
DREAMING PERFECTION~ALICE'S POV~I stood in front of the shopping mall, staring at the baby mannequin in the window display. Tiny clothes, soft pastel colors—things I imagined seeing my child in. I arched a brow, resting my hand on my flat stomach. My gaze shifted as a family stepped out of the shop—a father, mother, and their little daughter, laughing as she clutched a new stuffed toy. For a brief second, I wondered. P‘If Edward had seen this... if he'd wanted this... would he have supported me? Would he have loved this child? Would he have wanted a future with her?’I sighed bitterly, my palm pressing lightly against the glass. "Who am I kidding?" I whispered to myself. Edward wanted nothing to do with this baby. With me. I slipped my hand into my purse, pulling out my phone. Scrolling through my contacts, I hesitated when my finger hovered over Noah's name. Should I?I needed a distraction. And he always was one. I hit the call button before I could think twice. It
YOUR LOVE MATTERS~GIDEON’S POV~The moment I saw Jessica’s name flash across my screen, I rolled my eyes. Why the hell was she calling me? And how did she even still have my number? I almost ignored it. Almost. But curiosity always was a dangerous thing. So I answered. And when she told me about Edward and Chanel, I wasn’t surprised. Not even a little. Chanel had always been stupid. Easily manipulated. And Edward? He was good at manipulating people who didn’t know any better. I had to give him that. Still, I was curious. Curious about what those two idiots thought they were plotting. Jessica said she had information, so I invited her over. She’d better have something worth my time. Because if this was another one of her pathetic attempts to get me back… She wasn’t as smart as I thought she was. Or maybe she was. Who knows? I guess I was about to find out.I was already pouring a drink when I heard the knock. Right on time. Jessica was many things, but late wasn’t one
THE NEW DEAL~EDWARD’S POV~I watched Chanel carefully. She was all glossy lips, high-end perfume, and a smile that could make a man forget himself. But I wasn’t about to forget anything. Not now. Not with Gideon’s threat still ringing in my ears. ‘If he wants to play games… he’s not very good at them.’I clenched my jaw, my fingers twitching at my sides. Fine. Let’s play. Chanel tilted her head at me, her dark eyes curious, maybe even a little dangerous. “Your sister isn’t exactly subtle,” she said, running a manicured finger along the frame of a painting by the hallway. “I can see why you two don’t get along.” I smirked, stepping closer. “Jessica doesn’t know how to mind her own business.” “Hmm,” Chanel hummed, trailing her gaze back to me. “And what about you, Edward? Do you mind your own business?” “Never,” I said, matching her stare. “Especially when there’s something I want.” She gave a low, amused chuckle. “And what is it you want?” I didn’t answer right away.