He didn't leave. Every day, Alexander appeared—waiting outside her office, driving her home, showing up at her family's door to pay bills she had struggled with alone.
At first, she resisted. She hated him for breaking her trust. But every time his hand brushed hers, every time his voice softened when speaking to her mother, the walls she built began to crack.
One night, after a heated argument in her apartment, the tension snapped again.
"You think you can just walk back into my life?" she demanded.
"Yes," he growled, closing the distance. "Because you never stopped wanting me."
When his lips claimed hers, she fought… then melted, consumed by the fire only he could ignite.
But even as passion consumed them, fear lingered. Could love survive when secrets still lay between them?