Chapter two
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The Morning After
Evangeline woke up before the sun.
For a moment, she didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
Didn’t think.
Because reality hadn’t caught up to her yet.
The room was unfamiliar—too quiet, too expensive, too… not hers. The sheets beneath her were soft in a way that felt almost unreal, and the faint scent of something masculine lingered in the air.
Then it hit her.
Last night.
The party.
The conversation.
The way he looked at her like she wasn’t invisible.
Her chest tightened.
Slowly, carefully, Evangeline turned her head.
He was still asleep.
Johann lay on his back, one arm resting loosely over the empty space between them, his face softer than she remembered. Without the sharp edge of control, without the cold distance in his eyes… he looked different.
Younger.
Human.
Dangerous.
Evangeline swallowed, her gaze tracing his features for just a second too long before she forced herself to look away.
This was a mistake.
No—
This was a decision.
And decisions didn’t come with regret.
Quietly, she slipped out of bed.
The floor was cold beneath her feet as she gathered her clothes, her movements careful, deliberate. Every second felt heavier than the last, like something unseen was trying to pull her back.
Stay.
The thought came out of nowhere.
Uninvited. Unwanted.
Evangeline clenched her jaw.
She didn’t belong here.
Not in his world.
Not in his life.
And definitely not in his morning.
Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her dress.
No names. No promises. No tomorrow.
That was the rule.
And she intended to keep it.
She paused at the door.
Just for a second.
Her hand hovered over the handle, her heart beating louder than it should have.
This was it.
The end of something that was never supposed to begin.
Evangeline let out a slow breath and stepped out without looking back.
Johann woke up to silence.
Not the peaceful kind.
The wrong kind.
His eyes opened slowly, his mind heavy, body still weighed down by sleep and the remnants of alcohol. For a second, everything felt blurred—unfocused.
Then he noticed it.
The empty space beside him.
Cold.
His gaze sharpened.
Johann sat up, running a hand through his hair as fragments of the night before came rushing back.
The girl.
No—
The woman.
Different.
Real.
Unforgettable.
His jaw tightened.
She was gone.
He stood, ignoring the dull ache in his head, and crossed the room in a few long strides. The suite was untouched—no sign of her, no trace except the memory that refused to fade.
Johann wasn’t used to this.
People didn’t just leave him.
They stayed. They waited. They wanted more.
She hadn’t.
Something about that unsettled him more than he cared to admit.
On the bedside table, something small caught his attention.
Johann’s eyes narrowed.
A folded note.
For a second, he just stared at it.
Then he picked it up.
Two words.
Thank you.
That was it.
No name.
No number.
No explanation.
Nothing.
Johann let out a quiet, humorless laugh.
“Unbelievable.”
But there was no amusement in it.
Only something sharper.
Something unfamiliar.
Across the city, Evangeline stood at a bus stop, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as the early morning air bit against her skin.
She hadn’t gone home.
Not yet.
She needed a moment.
Just one moment to breathe, to think, to make sure she didn’t turn around and undo everything.
Her fingers curled slightly.
Thank you.
That’s all she had left behind.
It was safer that way.
Cleaner.
Easier.
No attachments.
No complications.
No chance of him ever finding her.
Her hand moved again—this time resting lightly against her stomach.
The gesture was small.
Almost unconscious.
But her expression shifted.
Not fear.
Not regret.
Something else.
Something quiet.
Something certain.
“This was worth it,” she whispered to herself.
And for the first time since she walked away—
Evangeline allowed herself to believe it.
Meanwhile, in a high-rise office that overlooked the entire city, Johann stood by the window, his phone pressed to his ear, his voice colder than usual.
“I want everything from last night.”
A pause.
“Everyone who attended. Staff. Security footage. Names.”
Another pause.
His grip tightened slightly.
“And find her.”
Silence stretched on the other end before a careful response came through.
“…Sir, we don’t have much to go on.”
Johann’s gaze darkened as he looked out over the city.
“You will.”
He ended the call without another word.
Because somewhere out there—
Was the only woman who had ever walked away from him…
And Johann wasn’t a man who left things unfinished.
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