VERONICA POV
I sat frozen on the couch long after the door to the suites clicked shut behind Xavier. My pulse was still hammering from the papers I’d just signed—those stupid, terrifying pages that felt less like a business deal and more like a cage I had willingly walked into.
I dragged in a shaky breath, trying to convince myself I hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of the last five years.
I looked up, and her entire body froze at the sight of who was standing in the doorway.
Jason.
He leaned against the frame like he owned the place, arms crossed, that same smug half-smile I used to mistake for charm. His eyes raked over me—slow, deliberate—before he pushed off the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him.
“Veronica,” he drawled. “Didn’t think I’d catch you here so soon.
