Ava’s POV
The morning started like any other, but I remember the heaviness in my chest as if the universe already knew I wasn’t ready for what I was about to see. I slipped into my camel-colored trench coat, the one I wore when I wanted to look composed and untouchable. My black pencil skirt hugged my hips, the silk blouse tucked neatly, my heels clicking against the marble as I descended my building. I told myself today, I would focus on work. Today, I wouldn’t think about Nathaniel’s voice in my head or the warmth of his hands on my skin last night.
But fate had a cruel way of laughing at people like me.
He was there. Nathaniel. Standing just outside the lobby, looking like every shade of temptation I swore I would stay away from. He wore a fitted navy suit, crisp white shirt, tie loo
