Ellen de Luna POVI glance up at the door, expecting to see Apollo again.Instead, Raul stands in the doorway with a serious expression on his face and my heart sinks from the knot in my gut to the tips of my toes.What more devastation can he possibly unleash on me?“Welcome back to the company,” he says simply without explaining this new development at all.Struggling to trust him after he had turned on me so quickly, I try to figure him out. “Why?” I ask, certain that if the news is too good to be true, then it probably is.“Apollo made a very compelling argument on your behalf.”I feel my eyebrows race for my hairline. Of everything he could have said, I think that's the explanation I expected the least.The arrogant, smug, handsome Apollo saved my job. Why? Is this some ploy to prove that he's better than me? Is he just hoping for the opportunity to torture me? Why would he do something nice like save my job?There must be more to this than I can see right now. “Thank you,” I say
I don't understand the reason he'd say something like that and I'm cautious, not trusting his motives.“Sure,” I say, trying to decode his meaning in those incredible brown eyes of his.He smiles and I sense his relief as his shoulders droop and the tension seems to drain out of him. “Thank you.”He pauses, then continues speaking. “And about those kisses-”“I thought we were starting fresh,” I say quickly, and a devilish grin lights up his features.“Trust me,” he says.Trust him? How can I trust the guy who went behind my back and talked to his father, nearly costing me my job? Sure, he got it back, but he’s the reason I lost it in the first place.I know I'm not being fair; my own actions are what cost me my job.Not so bad after all. Maybe he really is trying to be nice and smooth things over between us. Maybe I should give him a chance.As I search his expression for any hint that he's ready to betray me, I see an unexpected vulnerability in his eyes as his jaw tightens and his t
“I don’t think so,” I say with a smile. “My stomach isn’t going to let me think about work right now.” That statement is half right.“Okay,” she says softly.Again, that warm fuzzy feeling wells up in me and I try to figure out how I got here. No matter what I’ve tried to do to put the brakes on things, I can see that I’m starting to have feelings for her. The kind of feelings I have no business having for my business partner.Sure, it was funny in the beginning when I kissed her before we worked together, but now... she’s a distraction I can’t afford to have. And if Raul ever catches wind that I have feelings for her, he’d exploit them faster than I could flip a switch.She’s a danger to me, a blue ring octopus, beautiful and deadly with no idea how easily she could endanger everything I know and love.And as those disturbing realities crash over me, one after the other like stormy waves crashing on a beach, I hear a knock at the door.“Food?” I ask, frowning. It’s way too early for
“I’m so happy we were able to work this out,” he says, reaching for me to pull me close, but I dance away, my face still white-hot with embarrassment that all of this is happening in front of Apollo. I’m sure he’s getting a kick out of this situation and enjoying some cheap laughs at my expense.“Just to be clear, though,” Steven says, glancing at Apollo for the first time since walking into the room. “If she were your date and she spent over an hour talking about some other guy, would you be okay with that?”He feels like he’s won and he’s still trying to convince me I’m wrong? Am I losing my mind right now?Apollo doesn't so much as look in Steven’s direction. Instead, he focuses his gorgeous green eyes on me and speaks in a low, calm tone."Ellen, if I went on a date with you, you could talk about the weather in Egypt and I'd still hang on every word." His gaze darts back and forth between mine.A jolt of electric current races through me. Did he just say what I think I heard? Did
Well, if that's how she wants to play things. “That was your love life? How incredibly sad, if Steven is the best example of what you're working with.”Her eyebrows lift. “When did I say he was the best example?”I shrug my shoulders, thrilled that she cornered herself. “Well, to date, he's the only example.”Her grin widens. “You can hate on Steven all you want, but I don't think I've ever seen you with anyone.”She doesn't want to know how much I hate Steven. But she's not wrong; she's never seen me on a date because I'm single. I've been single since my ex cheated on me, but she doesn't know that, and I’m not about to put that weight on her shoulders when she’s trying to be playful. I’d rather keep the fun rivalry going. “I'd rather be single than with the wrong person... or a jerk.” Let her decide if I think he's one or both of those options.“Are you implying that Steven is not the man of my dreams, and potentially that he's a jerk?” I love that she fires right back at me, her ey
Ellen de Luna POVI bite into my meatball sub, savoring the tangy sauce and melted cheese. These subs are one of my guilty pleasures, and Apollo knows it. The food paired with the tall iced coffee that's the perfect mix of sweet and smooth leaves me feeling like he knows exactly what I need - even if I don’t know.Since we're both shoving food into our mouths, we're not talking, but that doesn't matter. I don't feel the need to fill every second of silence with awkward conversation.I’m comfortable around him.I enjoy his company.And I'm starting to think he enjoys mine.I glance at him and catch his green eyes on me. Without a word, he flashes a charming smile and I’m struck in the moment. He’s so damn good looking with his dark hair, his bright eyes, his strong jawline, and that heart-melting grin.There's no way I can deny that I have a crush on him. Especially now that all I can think about are the two times that he kissed me and how he was about to kiss me just a few minutes ago
Ellen de Luna POV He sees himself as a man in my life.He just admitted he likes me and my body revs up, excited at this confirmation. This was yet another signal from him, a door he’d opened and offered me to walk through. And oh, man do I want to. I stand up and make my way to him, leaning down and coming face to face with him.“There’s another man in my life, huh?” I ask.A slight smile tugs the corners of his lips.Then he closes the gap between us, kissing me again. And this time, nothing interrupts us.XXXApollo Kian POVDespite the quiet in our office, I can hear the hum of the building as people begin to shuffle out toward their vehicles and off to their lives.I glance over at Ellen, wondering what’s on her mind. She flashes me a soft smile, one that melts my insides like chocolate left in the sun on a hot summer day. I think about the kisses we’ve shared even as the smart side of my brain tells me I need to snuff out this developing spark between us.“It’s about time to g
“He protected me. Steven was about to... put his hands on me.” Ellen speaks up quickly, her voice loud enough for half the people on our floor to hear, and I instantly know what she’s doing. Clever, clever woman.Raul stops, clearly recognizing he’s been outplayed. I’d swear I see a slight smile on his lips as he speaks up, too. “I’ll hire more security to avoid incidents like this in the future.” With that, he gets ready to leave our office, but Ellen calls him out.“Your son protected me from serious bodily harm in your building,” she says, and Antonio’s shoulders square up. “I think we owe him gratitude.” Ellen turns to me. “Thank you, Apollo. I can’t even properly express how grateful I am to you.” Her eyes are filled with truth, and warmth spreads through my body like wildfire.And she turns to Raul Soriano, who is watching us both with barely contained anger. “Thank you, Apollo,” he says through gritted teeth.“I was just doing the right thing,” I say, wondering how many bridges
Ellen de Luna POVI can barely draw a breath.How could he just end things and worse, end them through an impersonal text?It's been several days since he dumped me, and I'm still trying to pick up the pieces of my emotions and broken heart.He hasn't come back to work yet, but I assume that he has been talking to other people about his plans. But I'm not the one that's in the loop anymore, and that kills me. I wonder if he's okay. I wonder why he chose now, of all times, to break up with me.Did Steven get to him? Or did he tell his dad about us, only for his dad to tell him he’s making a huge mistake? The last option is the most probable.I should have prepared better for this. Instead, I feel absolutely blindsided. The timing just doesn't make sense - his dad must be the reason. But I can’t imagine why Raul Soriano wouldn’t want us together. Would the man really make work a priority over his son’s happiness? And if Raul knows, why wasn’t I fired?There are so many questions that ke
No matter how I look at the situation, every outcome seems like some kind of disaster.Katie clearly doesn't see things the same way. “So what? You're both adults. You're both single. Other people need to mind their own business.”That's not the way any of this works. “It's not that simple, Katie. It's never that simple. There are consequences to everything, and I don't want to risk losing him or my job or my self-respect.”“I know,” she says, a false smile on her lips as she watches people go about their strolls in the sunshine. “It’s not fair, is it?”Nope.“You shouldn’t let fear hold you back. When you get one chance at life, don't do things that you'll regret.” I know she's right, but the thing she doesn't seem to see is that I'm not sure which decision will lead to the least regret. I’m going to have regrets no matter what I do.“Are you settling in well to your new office?” I ask, needing to change the subject away from myself in Apollo.Her animated expression tells me everyth
I didn't want to risk it. I didn't want to jeopardize our careers, our reputations, even our futures. But I didn't want to hurt her or let her ache without offering some warmth and safety when she needs it most. My father's words ring in my ears. Life is too short to waste on regrets. I should follow my heart and be happy. I should find love and hold on tight.He is right; life is too short. And what I feel for Ellen is deeper than anything I’ve felt for a woman before. Deeper than what I felt for my ex, even, who’d I’d forgotten about until this moment. Ellen had touched a place deep within me that I thought would be sealed off from people for good after the betrayal I’d suffered.And I make a decision. I stand here, patting her shoulder awkwardly, trying to act casual. Then I wrap my arms around her. I hug her tight, feeling her warmth and her heartbeat while whispering in her ear that I’m sorry for what happened and that I'm glad she's okay. I tell her that she's strong and that St
Ellen de Luna POVI'm sitting at my desk working on a case, when I hear a knock on the door. I assume it’s Apollo, though a second later I wonder why he’d knock.It’s not Apollo. When I look up, I see a delivery man holding a large bouquet of beautiful flowers; white Chrysanthemums with pops of color from pink and purple daisies.The delivery man flashes a handsome grin and asks me if I'm Ellen. I nod, and he walks over to place the flowers on my desk. “These are for you,” he says before leaving the room as quickly as he came.I'm surprised - and curious. Who would have sent me the flowers? I mean, Steven thinks red roses are literally the only kind of flower in existence, so he’s out.As I study the flowers, I'm impressed. They're beautiful, colorful, and smell delightful. I also have to give kudos to the flower company - the flowers are fresh, elegant, and cheerful.Suddenly, I know how to tell who sent these to me. I search for a card and find one. The small, white card simply read
“I meant what I said.” Apollo sounds confident as he doubles down. “No one's going to believe a word that comes out of his mouth after what happened in our office. Besides, how is he going to come tell anyone at our office if he's not welcome in the building? Security is going to see him at the door and escort him off the premises, and if he continues trying, he'll get slapped with trespassing charges.”The thought of Steven running to tattle on us at our jobs and getting charged with trespassing brings a smile to my lips.“Are we being stupid?” I ask, wondering what he’ll say to my concerns.“I don’t think so. Do you? If we let Steven dictate what we can and can’t do, that seems more stupid.” He lets out a soft chuckle and I couldn't agree more.“You’re right,” I say, letting the breath out of my lungs slowly. With it goes some of the stress and tension I’ve been struggling with. He’s so reassuring, and I’m grateful for this conversation.“Look, I like you. A lot. I don’t want Steven
Two hours later, I watch her walk into the park where I’d asked her to meet me. Her gaze meets mine and a smile brightens her face as she walks my direction. She reaches my side. I take her hand and lead her toward the little ice cream cart that I'd spied earlier. I know this particular vendor often hangs out near the park. “Ice cream?” I ask.“I love pistachio,” she says, and I signal for two cones as the vendor serves us up. The weather is warm and the sun peeks from behind intermittent clouds as we take our cones and go for a walk amongst the beautiful trees and plants.“You like pistachio, too?” she asks.“I’ve never had it and wanted to try,” I say honestly. The thought of a nut-flavored ice cream always steered me away but as I try the light green treat, I’m pleasantly surprised.“And what do you think?” she asks, angling her body toward me as we walk.“I think I have a new favorite ice cream flavor,” I respond.She laughs. “Okay, now honestly.”“Honestly,” I say, smiling at he
I want to hear both their voices, for the reassurance and calming they each bring me. But I’m still not sure calling him is a good idea - maybe I need to let him make the next move. I don’t want to be pushy, especially right now.I pull into my parking spot at my place and get out. Locking my car, I make my way to get my mail, only to have my heart stop beating in my chest as I see a taped note on the front of my mailbox. With trembling hands, I peel the note off, then gather my mail.Terrified because he’s been to my place, I hurry up to my apartment on the top floor. I only share this floor with one other person, a sweet older woman named Maria Leonor.And when I get to my door, I see a vase of red roses and another note taped to my door.Maria Leonor peeks her head out. “You have an admirer,” she says.I pick up the vase and offer the flowers to her. Her eyes widen and a smile crosses her lips.“I’m not interested in him, but he doesn't seem to get the hint. I hope you enjoy them,
Her eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline and she shakes her head, obviously unsure why I’d ask that. To be perfectly honest, it was a weak attempt at a joke, but I'm not feeling any humor.“Sorry, it was a bad joke.” I don’t have the energy to explain further than that, but she nods her head as if she understands.“Grief makes us act strange sometimes; you don’t owe me or anyone else an explanation.” She walks over and puts her hand on my shoulder. I let my father’s hand go and stand up, turning to her. She lets out a little sigh, then throws her arms around me in a tight, comforting hug as she whispers in my ear.“I’m so sorry, Apollo Kian.”Her support makes me want to cling to her and never let go, but I need to put some distance between us because everything is different now. But before I can say anything, I hear a faint voice. I turn and see my father’s eyes are open, and he’s watching us with a weak smile.“Apollo, Ellen, you’re here.” His words are barely audible, and I drop b
“Well, you certainly have a type.” Amusement shines through in her voice.She’s right, I do have a type. Guys that make me feel safe, valued, important.“So he stayed the night, then left in a hurry?” Katie sounds like she’s puzzling over his behavior. “Do you know if he had somewhere to be? Maybe a meeting or something?”I lift both shoulders even though I know she can’t see me. “Not that I know of, but I didn't ask either.” Should I have asked, at least to put myself at ease?“Well, maybe he has all the same concerns you do and didn't want to invade your space any longer than he already had. He’s just a person, too, you know.”Katie has a way of saying exactly what I need to hear. “And just remember, you're not the first person to do something like this. You won't be the last. It doesn't define you and you’re stronger than any fallout that might come. You’re amazing, Em.”I don't feel amazing, but I'm not about to tell her she's wrong. “Thanks, Katie. You're the best friend ever; I