AVA POV:I agonizedfor days over whether to shoot Alex in a studio or outdoors.I took all of my photoshoots seriously, but this one felt different. More intimate. MoreâŠlife-changing, like it had the power to make or break me, and not just because I might submit it as part of my portfolio for the WYP fellowship.I would have Alex Volkov all to myself for two hours, and I wouldnât squander a single second.I eventually chose to shoot him in a studio. I booked the space in the universityâs photography building and waited, pulse thumping, for him to arrive.I was more nervous than I should be, but maybe that had something to do with the wildly inappropriate dream Iâd had last night. One that featured me, Alex, and positions that would make an acrobatâs jaw drop.Even now, I flushed at the memory.To stave off the onslaught of unbidden, erotic images, I fiddled with my camera and stared outside the window, where hints of fall bloomed on the trees a
Itâll be over in a few months.â I leaned back in my chair and rolled my whiskey glass in my hands, watching dust mites dance in the air before me.âHmmm.â My uncle rubbed his jaw, his eyes sharp as he examined me through the screen. Iâd turned the guest room into my home office, as I preferred to work from home on the days I didnât have to be in the office. Fewer tiresome interactions that way. âYou donât seem excited for someone whoâs been working toward this since you were ten.ââExcitement is overrated. All I care about is that itâll be done.âDespite my words, my chest pinched, because my uncle was right. I should feel excited. Vengeance was so close I could taste it, but instead of sweet relief, it coated my tongue with bitterness and turned my stomach sour.What came after vengeance?Every other purpose I could have paled in comparison to the force that had driven me all these years. Itâd held me together while I shattered on the inside. Itâd revived me as I lay bleeding, comatos
AVA POV:Of all the ways Iâd pictured my Friday night going, getting trapped in a pool room by a blonde who eyed me like Iâd stolen her favorite Prada purse wasnât one of them.âIâm sorry, do I know you?â I strove for politeness even as I took a step back. The woman looked familiar, but I couldnât place where Iâd seen her before.âI donât believe weâve met.â Her smile couldâve cut glass. Objectively, she was one of the most beautiful women Iâd ever met. With her spun-gold hair, cerulean eyes, and statuesque body, she was what I imagined Aphrodite would look like had she been a real person. But there was something hard about her expression that made her not attractive at all. âMadeline Hauss of the petrochemical Hausses. This is my house.ââOh. Iâm Ava. Chen,â I added when she continued staring at me. âOf the, uh, Maryland Chens. Can IâŠhelp you?â I hoped that didnât come off rude, considering this was her house, but I hadnât wanted to attend this party in the first place. Stella, who wa
ALEX POV:âWhere is she?âI grasped Madeline by the throat, resisting the urge to squeeze until I wiped the smug look off her face.Iâd never raised a hand to a woman outside the bedroomâand then only if they consentedâbut I was this close to losing my shit.After I saw the video of Madeline pushing Ava into the pool, which I recognized from my previous visits to the Hauss mansion, I broke every speed limit to get here. By the time I arrived, the party had ended and only a few stragglers remained. I found Madeline laughing with her cronies in the kitchen, but it had only taken a glare from me for her to excuse herself and follow me into the hall.âWhy donât you tighten your hold a little?â she purred. âYou know you want to.ââIâm not here to play games.â I was holding onto my patience by a thread. âAnswer my question, or Hauss Industries is over.ââYou donât have that kind of power.ââDonât underestimate me, sweetheart.â It wasnât an endearment. âJu
AVA POV:If I had to describe Alex Volkov, a litany of words came to mind. Cold. Beautiful. Ruthless. Genius.âPatientâ wasnât one of them. It wasnât even in the top thousand.But over the past few weeks, I had to admit I might have to bump it up on the list, because heâd been nothing but patient as he guided me through a series of visualization and meditation exercises to prepare me for my first real swimming session.If youâd told me two months ago that I would be âvisualizingâ and âmeditatingâ with Alex freakinâ Volkov, I wouldâve laughed my ass off, but sometimes reality is stranger than fiction. And you know what? The exercises helped. Iâd visualize myself standing near a body of water, then use deep breathing and relaxation techniques to calm myself. I started small, with pools and ponds, and worked my way up to lakes. Alex also started taking me to bodies of water so I could get more comfortable near them. I even dipped my toe into a pool.I wasnât cured of my fear of water, b
ALEX POV:I was on a warpath,and everyone gave me wide berth as I stalked down the hall toward the elevators. My new assistant, who Iâd hired after firing the congressmanâs insipid daughter for leaking my cell number to the Gruppmann CEO, pretended to be on the phone when I passed, and the rest of the staff kept their eyes glued to their computer screens like their lives depended on it.I didnât blame them. Iâd been biting peopleâs heads off left and right for the past weekIncompetent, every single one of them.I refused to entertain any other reason Iâd been so cranky since my birthday, especially if that âother reasonâ happened to be five-five with black hair and lips that tasted sweeter than sin.I ignored the two people who scrambled off the elevator when they saw me enter, and jabbed the button for the lobby.That fucking kiss. Itâd tattooed itself onto my mind, and I found myself thinking about itâabout the way Ava tasted and felt in my armsâfar more than I should. Thanks to t
AVA POV:The day had finally come.I stood five feet away from the pool, my skin etched with goosebumps even though the temperature hovered at a toasty eighty-four degrees thanks to the hotelâs state-of-the-art heating system.I wore a one-piece Eres swimsuit, courtesy of Alex, whoâd handed me the shopping bag without a word when he picked me up for our lesson today.After weeks of learning relaxation techniques and acclimating myself to the thought of being in water, it was time for me to get in the water.I wanted to throw up. Panic gripped me, its icy claws digging into my sweat-slicked skin and drawing invisible blood. My stomach pumped in rhythm with my wild heart, causing my breakfast to slosh around like rubber ducks in a bath.âBreathe.â Alexâs calm voice steadied me somewhat. âRemember our lessons.ââOkay.â I dragged in a lungful of air and almost gagged at the smell of chlorine. âI can do this, I can do this,â I chanted.âIâll go in firs
ALEX POV:It didnât take long for me to secure the penthouse and all but drag Ava into the luxurious suite. I was so fucking hard my cock almost punched a hole through my pants, and the images I had running through my mindâŠFuck. I was going to destroy her, but any remaining shred of conscience I possessed had disappeared the moment sheâd uttered those words.Maybe I like those things too.My blood roared at the memory.Baby, you have no idea what you got yourself into, I thought, shutting the door behind me.Ava stood in the middle of the bedroom, wearing a dress over her swimsuit and a half-nervous expression. With her doe eyes and innocent features, she resembled a sacrificial virgin awaiting defilement.My cock throbbed harder.âTake off your clothes,â I said, my soft voice a whip crack in the silence.Part of me wanted to bury myself deep inside her as soon as possible; the other part wanted to savor every moment.Despite a slight shake in her
Ava Pov:âI kicked your ass.ââYou did not kick my ass,â Ralph grumbled. âYou got lucky with that last punch.ââItâs all right.â Alex adjusted his shirt sleeves, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of triumph and amusement. âEvery student eventually becomes the teacher.ââBoy, Iâll knock you upside the head if you donât stop talking nonsense.â Despite his gruff words, Ralph was smiling.âWhat did I say about arguing at the table?â Ralphâs wife, Missy, raised her eyebrows. âStop quibbling so we can all enjoy dinner.âI hid a smile when Alex and Ralph muttered under their breaths but complied.âWhat was that?â Her brows rose higher.âNothing,â they chorused.âTeach me your ways,â I whispered to Missy while the guys busied themselves with the roast chicken and garlic mashed potatoes. âHow do you do it?âShe laughed. âWhen youâve been married for thirty-plus years, you learn a few things. BesidesâŠâ Her eyes twinkled with mischief. âJudging by the way Alex looks at you, I donât think you have
Ava Pov:The fellowship ended with a grand exhibition attended by the movers and shakers of Londonâs art world. The exhibition took place in Shoreditch, and every fellow had their own section in the pop-up gallery.It was exhilarating, nerve-wracking, and utterly surreal.I stared at my little slice of heaven and the people passing through it, dressed to the nines and examining each piece with what I hoped were admiring eyes.Iâd grown by leaps and bounds as a photographer over the past year, and while I still had a lot to learn, I was damn proud of my work. I specialized in travel portraits like Diane Lange, but I put my personal spin on it. As much as I admired her, I didnât want to be her; I wanted to be my own person, with my own vision and creative ideas.I took most of my shots in London, but the good thing about Europe was how easy it was to travel to other countries. On the weekends, I took the Eurostar to Paris or day trips to the Cotswolds. I even booked short flights to nei
Ava POV:Alex livedup to his promise-slash-threat of showing up every. Single. Day. He was there in the morning when I left for my fellowship, usually with a vanilla latte and blueberry sconeâmy favorites. He was there to walk me home after my workshops. Other times, especially when I was with other people or exploring the city on the weekends, he was less conspicuous, but he was there. I felt his presence even though I couldnât see him.I never thought Alex Volkov would become my stalker, but there we were.On top of that, gifts arrived every day. By the boatload.By the end of the first week, my apartment looked like I was opening an indoor garden. I donated everything to a local hospitalâthe roses of every color, the vivid purple orchids and sweet white lilies, the cheerful sunflowers and delicate peonies.By the end of the second week, I owned enough jewelry to make the Duchess of Cambridge green with envyâat least, until I pawned them. The sum I received for the pile of diamond e
Ava POV:I loved London.I loved its energy, the posh accents, and the anticipation that I might sight one of the royals any day. I didnât, but I could, though I reassured Bridget sheâd always be my favorite royal. Most of all, I loved that it was a fresh start. No one knew me here. I could be whoever I wanted, and the creative spark Iâd lost in those dark weeks after Philadelphia came rushing back.Iâd been nervous, moving to a city where I had zero connections, but the rest of the WYP fellows and instructors were great. After two weeks of living in London and attending workshops, Iâd already formed a small group of friends. We celebrated happy hour at pubs, went on photoshoots together on the weekends, and did touristy stuff like ride the London Eye and cruise on the Thames.I missed my friends and Josh, but we video-called often, and Bridget promised to visit me on her way back to Eldorra later this summer. Plus, all the WYP workshops and activities and the excitement of exploring
Alex POV:TWO AND A HALF MONTHS LATERâYou look like shit.â Ralph sank into the chair opposite mine and appraised me with sharp eyes. âHavenât âcha heard of a skincare routine?âI didnât look up from the screen. âCarolina!âThe door to my office opened, and my assistant poked her head in. âYes, Mr. Volkov?ââHow the fuck did he get in here?â I gestured at Ralph.âHeâs on your approved list of visitors who donât need appointments.ââRemove him from the list.ââYes, sir.â Carolina hesitated. âDo youâââYou can leave.âShe fled without a second thought. I didnât blame her. Iâd been in a foul mood for months, and sheâd learned it was best to stay out of sight.Ralph arched his eyebrows. âSomeoneâs in a bad mood.ââDonât you have a business to run?â I clicked out of the spreadsheet Iâd been examining and leaned back, irritation coiling in my stomach. I didnât have time for bullshit today. I barely had time for lunch.Ever since I took over as CEO of Archer Group, the companyâs stocks had s
Ava pov:TWO MONTHS LATERBridget convinced Rhys not to tell the palace what happened in Philadelphia. I didnât know how, because Rhys was such a stickler for the rulesâeven if telling the truth meant getting himself in trouble, since Bridget had been kidnapped on his watchâbut she did.The press also never picked up on the real story. Other than a small item about an âaccidental house fire that resulted in the death of former Archer Group CEO Ivan Volkov,â it was like the worst six hours of my life hadnât happened.I suspected Alex had a hand in both the fire and the lack of media coverage, but I tried not to think of him these days.Once or twice, I succeeded.âI brought cake.â Jules slid a red velvet cupcake in my direction. âYour fave.â Her face glowed with hope as she waited for my response.My friends tried their best to put on happy faces around me, but I heard their whispers and saw their sidelong glancesâthey were worried. Really worried. So was Josh, who quit his volunteer
ALEX POV:Joshâs fist slammed into my face, and I heard an ominous crack before I stumbled back. Blood dripped from my nose and lip, and judging by the pain radiating from the right side of my face, I was going to wake up with one hell of a shiner tomorrow.Still, I made no move to defend myself while Josh pummeled me. âYou fucking bastard,â he hissed, his eyes wild as he kneed my stomach. I doubled over, the breath stolen from my lungs in a wet, crimson-stained gasp. âYou. Motherfucking. Bastard. I trusted you!â Another punch, this time to the side of my rib. âYou were my. Best. Friend!âThe hits continued until I dropped to my knees, my body a mess of cuts and bruises.But I welcomed the pain. Reveled in it.It was what I deserved.âI always knew you had bad taste,â I rasped. Note to self: work from home until the injuries heal. I didnât need the office running wild with rumors. Everyone was still whispering about my uncleâs death, which was o
ALEX POV:I watched Ava leave,my chest hollow, my eyes burning with a foreign, pent-up emotion.I wanted to run after her and snatch her out of Bridgetâs arms. To fall to my knees and beg her forgiveness for the unforgivable. To keep her by my side for the rest of our days so nothing and no one could hurt her again.Except I couldnât, because I was the one whoâd hurt her. I was the one whoâd lied and manipulated. I was the one whoâd endangered her with my thirst for vengeance and twisted plans against my uncle.The only way to protect Ava was to let her go, even if that meant destroying myself.The car taking Ava back to Maryland and away from me disappeared from sight, and I released a shuddering breath, trying to make sense of the pain clawing at my insides. It felt like someone was ripping out pieces of my heart and soul and grinding them beneath their feet. I had never felt so acutely, so much.I hated it. I longed for the icy indifference of
AVA POV:The next hourpassed in a blur. The police and paramedics arrived, peppering me with questions and medical checkups and lots of somber-looking faces. I endured them all, my answers flat and robotic.By the time they finished, I wanted to crawl into my bed and never get outâif I could bring myself to move.âAva?â Bridget placed a tentative hand on my arm. âThe police said we can go. Rhys will drive us back.âThe massive bodyguard hovered so close he was practically on top of us, his usual stoic mask replaced with pure fury.I didnât blame him. Weâd gotten ourselves into this mess.Bridget and I had wanted to see one of our favorite bands perform in D.C. last night. Cool indie bands didnât visit the city often, and when they did, we took advantage. ExceptâŠRhys had flat-out forbidden Bridget from going because it wasnât safe, and instead of arguing with himâwhich we all knew by now was uselessâBridget snuck out in the middle of the night. Everyth