Ava hadn’t meant to go.
She’d told herself it was just the fright from the fight, that she just needed to clear her head, to escape the quiet ache of the house that no longer felt like home.
But when Tristan texted back, “Come by. I know a place we can talk,” her fingers moved before her mind could stop them.
Now she stood outside the door of a sleek serviced apartment tucked away in one of the city’s quieter districts.
All glass, steel, and silence. The kind of place designed for people who want luxury and quiet.
When he opened the door, he wasn’t smiling. He looked composed, calm even. The kind of calm that made her pulse race faster.
“Long day?” he asked.
Ava nodded, stepping inside. The scent of his cologne filled the room, mingling with the low hum of music playing in the back
