Mona's POV
I walked into the company with Vance by my side, the weight of his presence both reassuring and unsettling at the same time. I had gotten used to his calm, controlled manner, but I couldn’t deny the sudden surge of heat in my chest as he held my handbag in his steady grip. It was a simple act, but it felt so intentional, as though he were claiming something that had never been his before. And I was beginning to let him.
I stole a quick glance at him, our fingers brushing for a brief moment before he pulled away. My heart skipped, just a little. Ian wouldn’t like this—me with Vance. Ian, who had made it clear that I belonged to him in the most suffocating of ways. Ian, who would never let me go, not even if I begged him. But Vance... Vance was different. He made me feel like I
