✧ Ari’s POV ✧
By the time I got home that evening, I was exhausted but satisfied. The Fatal Attraction shoot had gone better than I could’ve imagined, and even though I tried not to overthink the way Adrian’s eyes lingered on mine a few times, my heart hadn’t quite gotten the memo.
He’d left early for an important business call, so I came home alone, kicked off my heels, and collapsed on the couch. My apartment was warm, quiet, and smelled faintly of jasmine and vanilla from the candles I lit that morning. Success had given me options — penthouses, designer furniture, a car that practically sparkled — but I stayed where I was. I didn’t need a mansion to feel accomplished. I just needed peace.
My phone buzzed on the coffee table. I lazily reached for it, thinking it was probably another
