Simon stood in front of Olivia’s apartment, his fist clenched at his side, his mind a swirling mess of confusion and frustration. The last days had been a blur—too much anger, too much heat, and not nearly enough understanding. He had never been one to lose control, especially not in the workplace, but something about Olivia brought out a side of him that was reckless, impulsive, and raw.
He rang the doorbell, feeling a wave of anger surge through him again. It wasn’t just about what had happened in his office—it was everything. The way she had looked at him, the way she provoked him, the way she made him feel alive in a way he couldn’t explain.
The door opened quickly, and there she stood. Olivia’s face was a mask of irritation, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, but there was som
