Liam’s POV
The morning light cut through the blinds of my office, sharp and relentless, much like the thoughts rattling through my mind. The gala was over, the crowd dispersed, and yet the aftermath of that night still clung to me — the memory of her proximity, the subtle warmth of her hand brushing mine, the faint tremor in her voice that betrayed how aware she was of our dangerous connection.
I should have been focused. I should have been reviewing reports, preparing for meetings, strategizing for the upcoming merger. Discipline, control, precision — those were the pillars of my existence. And yet, every calculation, every decision, every carefully planned move was being overshadowed by one single fact: Sadie Reed existed in my space, in my mind, in my pulse, and she refused to leave.
