KEI
I couldn’t stop shaking. Every inch of my skin still tingled with the remnants of his touch, the heat of his body still lingering like a ghost that refused to leave. As I walked away from Gio’s apartment, my mind raced, replaying every moment of the night, every word, every look. But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the steps ahead, I couldn’t shake the deep, sinking feeling of emptiness that had settled in my chest.
I had left him. I had walked out, just like I promised myself I would. And yet, it didn’t feel like a victory. It didn’t feel like I had taken control of my life. Instead, it felt like I had ripped out a piece of myself and left it behind with him.
By the time I reached my apartment, my legs felt like lead, my body weighed down by exhaustion and the emotional whirlwind I was still tryi
KEIThe elevator ride felt endless. The walls of the sleek, mirrored car closed in around me, amplifying the sound of my racing heart as I ascended to the top floor of the building. Each second that passed felt like a lifetime, my mind replaying every moment that had led me here.Gio’s text still burned in my thoughts. We need to talk. The words were simple, but the weight behind them was anything but. I knew what this was. He was giving me one last chance, a final opportunity to accept his deal. A deal that would bind me to him in ways I wasn’t sure I was ready for.But I had no choice.When the elevator doors slid open, I stepped into the gleaming office corridor, my breath catching as I moved
GIOI locked the door with a soft click, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. My eyes never left Kei, her body tense as she sat on the leather chair, staring up at me with wide, expectant eyes. There was something about the way she looked at me—defiance, fear, longing—that always sent a rush of heat through my veins. And tonight was no different.But this time, there was more. There was something raw between us, something unresolved that had been festering for too long. I could feel it in the air, thick with tension and unsaid words. I could see it in the way she sat there, her breath shallow, her gaze locked on mine as if she was waiting for me to make the first move.This wasn’t how I had planned it.I leaned back against the desk, crossing my arms as I watched her, trying to ste
KeiI stared at Gio, my heart pounding as the weight of his words settled over me. He wasn’t just offering me a deal anymore—he was offering me something else, something I wasn’t sure I was ready for."You’ll stay with me," he said, his voice calm but firm, as though the decision had already been made. "We’ll go to my place tonight, and we’ll settle everything there."I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. "Your place?" I repeated, my voice shaky. "You want me to move in with you?"Gio’s dark eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite read. "Yes."The simplicity of his answer knocked the air from my lungs. I had come here expecting a negotiation, maybe a compromise. But this? This was something I hadn’t anticipated. He wanted me to live with him, to share his space, his life.And I wasn’t sure how to respond."You don’t have to decide right now," he added, his voice softening just a fraction. "But this is what I’m offering. A fresh start. For both of us."A fresh start. The w
KeiI could feel Gio's eyes on me as we sat together on the couch, the weight of everything unspoken hanging thickly between us. His words from earlier still echoed in my mind—“Something new. Something better.” I wanted to believe him, wanted to believe that this was more than just some fleeting attempt at fixing the past.But the tension was still there. The raw, fiery tension that had always existed between us, lurking just beneath the surface.Gio cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “We should probably talk about a few things,” he said, his voice calm but deliberate.I turned to face him, my pulse quickening at the seriousness in his tone. “Like what?”“House rules,” he replied, leaning back against the couch, his gaze locked on mine. “And your role here.”A nervous knot tightened in my stomach. I had agreed to live here, agreed to work for him, but I still didn’t fully understand what that entailed. There were so many unknowns, and with Gio, there was always more than what w
KeiThe morning sun filtered into the room, casting a soft glow over the sleek, modern furnishings of Gio's penthouse. I blinked awake, the events of the previous night flooding back with a heavy weight. My heart clenched at the memory of Gio’s coldness, his cutting words—no strings, no complications—still ringing in my ears.I pushed the thoughts aside, knowing I couldn’t afford to dwell on them. Today was my first day working at the company, and I had to focus. No matter how I felt, no matter how much his cold demeanor had stung, I had to prove myself. I wouldn’t let this ruin what I came here to do.I climbed out of bed and padded into the kitchen, my breath catching slightly when I saw the meal laid out on the counter&
KeiThe rest of the day passed in a blur of confusion. Gio’s sharp words and possessive anger lingered in my mind, gnawing at me like an unsolved puzzle. I replayed our interaction over and over again, trying to make sense of it, but no matter how I looked at it, I couldn’t figure out why he had reacted so intensely.Zion had been flirtatious, yes, but that was just his personality. It didn’t mean anything. So why had Gio been so territorial? Why had he made it seem like there was something more between me and Zion than just a casual conversation?“You’re here to work, Kei. Not to flirt with my cousin.”His words echoed in my head, and each time they did, they stung a little more. It wasn’t just the accusation—it was the way he had shut
Kei The door to the bar swung shut behind Gio, but it felt like the entire room had frozen. My heart pounded in my chest as his eyes locked onto mine—dark, intense, and filled with a barely controlled fury that sent a chill down my spine.Zion, sitting casually across from me, didn’t seem fazed by Gio’s sudden entrance. In fact, he smirked, as if he’d been expecting this exact reaction. He leaned back in his chair, swirling the drink in his hand, his posture relaxed and almost taunting.“Well, well,” Zion drawled, glancing at Gio with amusement. “If it isn’t the man of the hour.”I swallowed hard, my pulse racing as Gio made his way across the room, each step deliberate, controlled, but laced with an underlying tension that was impossible to ignore. His gaze never left me, and I could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on me, suffocating.“What are you doing here?” Gio’s voice was low, but the dangerous edge in his tone was unmistakable.I opened my mouth to respond, but Zion
KeiThe cool night air hit my face as I stepped outside the bar, each step feeling heavier than the last. I could barely breathe, the weight of what had just happened between Gio and me pressing down on my chest like a suffocating force. The memory of his cold words still echoed in my mind, slicing through me with brutal clarity.“This is just the way things are.”I wanted to scream, to cry, to do anything that would release the torrent of emotions swirling inside me. But instead, I walked—faster and faster—until I was almost running, desperate to get away. My thoughts were a tangled mess, my heart a warzone of confusion, hurt, and anger.How had it come to this? How had I let myself fall so deeply into Gio’s world, only to be pushed away time and time again?I reached the edge of the sidewalk and stopped, my breath coming in shallow gasps as I stared out at the bustling city in front of me. People passed by, oblivious to the storm raging inside me. I felt... alone. Completely, utterl
KeiLeaving Paris felt bittersweet. The city had become a place of new memories, of quiet moments and promises whispered under the night sky. Gio and I had found something real here—something neither of us had anticipated. But as the plane cut through the clouds, I couldn’t shake the worry that back home, our delicate balance might shift, that the demands of his world would pull us back into a rhythm that was all too familiar and distant.When we landed, Gio was immediately pulled into work calls, his focused expression a reminder of the responsibilities waiting for him. His world was demanding, relentless, and for all that we had shared, a part of me worried that it might take over again.We exchanged a soft smile as we gathered our things. “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked, his gaze softer than the words.I nodded, squeezing his hand. “I’ll meet you at your place.”With
KeiThe next morning felt lighter, as if the air itself had softened with the promise that last night had left between us. Gio had shown a side of himself that I’d always believed was there but hadn’t quite seen until now. As we entered the sleek, bustling conference hall where today’s business was set to unfold, the warmth from the night before lingered, even as Gio slipped back into his composed, professional demeanor.The presentation was a success. Gio’s control over the room was magnetic; he had this natural authority, a confidence that turned every word he spoke into something important. I watched him, captivated by how easily he shifted from the affectionate man he’d been last night to the focused leader standing in front of a crowd. Occasionally, his eyes would meet mine, and in those brief moments, I saw a flicker of softness beneath his composed exterior—a private reminder of the man who had h
KeiThe day moved with a quiet sort of magic, the sun hanging low in the Paris sky, casting golden hues over the city as evening approached. I was lost in a soft, peaceful daze from our morning together, feeling a calm warmth settle over me—a feeling I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time. Gio had given me pieces of himself that felt precious, pieces I’d been waiting for him to share.I was just getting ready when I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find Gio standing there, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses that instantly filled the room with their sweet, heady scent. His expression was warm, yet nervous, a small smile playing on his lips as he offered them to me.“For you,” he said softly, his gaze intense and unwavering.I took the flowers, feeling the delicate petals between my fingers, their fragrance washing over me. “Gio, they’re beautiful,” I w
KeiAs dawn broke, the warm Paris sunlight poured through the windows, casting a soft glow across the room. I stirred, blinking awake to find Gio’s arm wrapped around me, his steady breaths fanning against my neck, keeping me grounded in this perfect, fragile moment. For once, there was no rush to move, no urgency to face the world. Just the comfort of being here, wrapped in his warmth, where all my worries melted away.I shifted slightly to look at him, watching as the sunlight brushed over his face, highlighting the edges of his jaw, the curve of his lips. He looked peaceful, almost boyish in his sleep, a side of him that he rarely showed in the light of day.Gently, I traced my fingers along his arm, savoring the feel of his skin against mine. I was surprised at how easily I had slipped into this feeling of closeness with him, how naturally my heart settled in his presence. But as much as I wanted to remain in this moment forever, a lin
KeiThe faint light of morning crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred, feeling the warmth of the blankets wrapped around me, my body still heavy with the exhaustion of last night. For a moment, I lay there, half-asleep, memories from the night before flickering through my mind like scenes from a dream—Gio’s touch, his words, the quiet confessions shared in the dark.But when I rolled over, reaching for him, my hand met only cool sheets. I opened my eyes, blinking against the morning light, and saw the space beside me empty. The familiar pang of disappointment crept in, but as I sat up, I caught a faint, enticing scent wafting from the other side of the suite.Curious, I slipped out of bed, grabbing the robe that lay across the armchair and wrapping it around me as I padded out toward the kitchen. When I stepped into the small dining area, a soft smile spread across my face.On the countertop s
KeiThe room was steeped in the faint glow of Paris at night, soft lights filtering in through the windows and casting shadows across the walls. Kei lay beside me, her skin still flushed, her breathing soft and slow, yet her eyes remained wide open, watching me. I couldn’t look away. There was something about her tonight, something that went beyond the passion we had shared.She was everything I had tried to resist, the reason for every battle I’d fought within myself. But tonight, I wanted her without reserve, and now that she was lying here with me, the silence between us felt as raw as our shared breath. I reached out, my hand grazing her shoulder, fingers trailing along her arm as if to convince myself she was real."Tell me," she whispered, her voice barely breaking the silence.“Tell you what?” I asked, my voice a low murmur.“Why me?” Her eyes searched mine, open and vulnerable. “You
KeiThe city lights cast a warm glow on the streets as we walked back to the hotel, the night alive with the soft hum of Parisian life. The air felt thick with unspoken words, and each step beside Gio seemed to amplify the tension between us. The dinner had gone well, but now, away from the clients and the expectations, I was acutely aware of the man beside me—the quiet intensity that clung to him, the way his gaze seemed to linger when he thought I wasn’t looking.When we entered the hotel lobby, the familiar opulence felt surreal, heightening my senses. The chandeliers gleamed above, casting a soft, golden glow that illuminated the intricate designs on the marble floors. The atmosphere was charged, yet strangely quiet, as if the building itself was holding its breath.“Thank you for your work tonight,” Gio said, his voice low, almost intimate in the quiet space.“Of course,” I replied, trying to keep my tone professional despite the fluttering in my chest. His gaze held mine for a b
KeiThe next few days passed in a blur of work and silence, the unspoken tension between Gio and me lingering like a storm that hadn’t yet broken. After our last exchange, he seemed to withdraw even further, keeping his distance both physically and emotionally. I buried myself in my work, focusing on the mountain of tasks that filled my days, trying to ignore the ache that settled in my chest whenever I saw him passing by, barely acknowledging my presence.It was almost a relief to lose myself in the details of each assignment, answering emails, attending meetings, preparing reports, and overseeing logistics. I knew every spreadsheet, every document like the back of my hand, but the sense of purpose I usually found in my work was tinged with a lingering unease. No matter how focused I tried to stay, Gio’s presence loomed over everything, a constant reminder of the unresolved tension between us.But just as I was starting to settle into this strained routine, everything changed.Late i
KeiThe silence of my apartment felt heavier than usual, pressing down on me with an intensity that left me restless and on edge. Gio’s actions had always been a riddle, but lately, they had become even harder to decipher. The push and pull, the hot and cold—it all left me questioning everything I thought I knew about him, about us.I found myself wandering aimlessly from room to room, replaying our most recent encounters over and over in my head. Every touch, every heated look, every whisper that felt like it had been carved just for me—it all blurred into a confusing mess of emotions that left me feeling raw and exposed.One moment, he was there, all fire and possession, pulling me close as though he couldn’t stand to let me go. And then, just as suddenly, he’d shut down, distancing himself in a way that made me feel as if I’d been imagining everything. The push and pull was dizzying, leaving me feeling like I was caught in a storm with no end in sight.Unable to take the silence an