Author name: Hauda.A

Natalie spent six hours at a coffee shop three blocks from her apartment, nursing the same cup of tea and […]

Grant arrived at the penthouse looking like he’d aged five years in five hours. Natalie met him at the door,

Natalie didn’t sleep. She spent the night staring at the guest room ceiling, listening to Grant toss and turn in

Julian Rivers was not what Natalie expected. She’d imagined someone obviously dangerous—scarred, tattooed, the kind of man who looked like

Grant drove with no destination in mind, just away from the penthouse, away from the woman who’d shattered his reality

Natalie woke to an empty bed and the smell of coffee. For a moment, she let herself pretend this was

Natalie spent the rest of Saturday in a state of barely controlled panic. She’d returned to the penthouse to find

Natalie woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and Grant’s arm draped across her waist. For one blissful moment

Natalie told herself she wasn’t looking for it. She was just organizing Scarlett’s closet—making space for the dress she’d need

Natalie had sent seventeen messages to Scarlett. Not one had been answered. She sat on the edge of the bathtub