Chapter 89
2295 Words
✨So Close, Not Enough✨
Elena Vale
Elena watched him in the mirror before she touched him.
Ari was always precise—every movement intentional. The way he adjusted his watch, the slight tilt of his wrist, the quiet focus in his eyes like everything had its place.
Including him.
Including control.
She smiled to herself.
Then she stepped closer.
Slow.
Deliberate.
Her arms slipped around his waist, warm and sure, fitting against him like she’d done it a hundred times already.
He stilled.
Not surprised.
Just aware.
“Baby…”
She didn’t answer.
Instead, she rested her cheek against his back, eyes closing for a second like she was claiming the moment before it disappeared.
Because it would.
Tonight wasn’t theirs.
Not really.
He glanced at her through the mirror, and she caught the way his expression shifted—just slightly.
Ari’s eyes traced the soft line of her body, the dress clinging like liquid silk to every curve. Its deep navy fabric shimmered subtly under the room lights, accentuating the gentle curve of her hips. The neckline dipped just enough to hint at elegance, drawing his gaze without ever crossing the line.
“You planning on staying there all night?” he asked.
“Mhm,” she hummed, tightening her hold.
Because if she could, she would.
Because in a few hours, she wouldn’t even be able to stand next to him like this.
He smirked, and she felt it more than saw it.
“Yeah?” he said. “So I’m just… stuck like this?”
“You don’t sound upset.”
“I’m trying to get ready,” he replied.
But he didn’t move her hands.
That mattered.
Elena let her fingers slide over his shirt, smoothing it down slowly, pretending to help. Taking her time.
Memorizing.
He watched her in the mirror—she could feel it.
“You’ve been doing this all week,” he said.
“Doing what?” she asked lightly.
“This.”
His fingers tapped over hers.
She smiled against his back.
“I like you.”
Ari let out a quiet laugh.
“That so?”
“Mhm.”
She didn’t miss the way his hand came down over hers—just for a second.
Grounding.
Keeping her there.
“You’re getting clingy,” he muttered.
She lifted her head slightly, just enough to see his eyes in the mirror.
“Am I?”
“Very.”
A pause.
Then she asked it anyway.
“You don’t like it?”
He looked at her then.
Really looked.
And for a second, she forgot about everything else.
The event.
The people.
Her boss.
The fact that in a few hours, she’d have to pretend like he wasn’t hers.
Ari turned slightly, facing her more, but she didn’t let go. If anything, her arms tightened.
His hands came to her waist.
Steady.
“You haven’t let me finish getting dressed,” he said.
“And?” she tilted her head.
He stared at her… then shook his head, amused.
“You’re unbelievable.”
She smiled, softer this time.
Because she knew why she was doing this.
“Tonight is going to be annoying,” she said, finally letting it slip.
Ari’s expression shifted just slightly.
“How?”
She loosened her hold—slowly, reluctantly—but didn’t step away.
“My boss is going to be there,” she said, rolling her eyes lightly. “Which means I have to be… professional.”
“You are professional,” he said.
She gave him a look. “You know what I mean.”
He did.
Of course he did.
Elena crossed her arms loosely, still standing too close to him to pretend otherwise.
“We can’t stand together. We can’t talk too long. I can’t even look at you too much without someone noticing,” she added, a soft whine slipping into her voice despite herself.
Ari watched her.
Quiet.
Measured.
“And that bothers you?” he asked.
She let out a small breath.
“Yes.”
Honest.
Simple.
Then softer—
“This is probably the closest I’ll get to you all night.”
That landed.
She saw it in his eyes.
Felt it in the way his posture shifted—just slightly, but enough.
Ari stepped forward, closing whatever small space she’d created, his hands finding her waist again like it was instinct.
Elena didn’t resist.
Didn’t pretend.
“You’re still here now,” he said quietly.
"And I get to come home with you," he added.
Her chest tightened a little at that. Home.
“Yeah,” she murmured.
He held her gaze for a second longer, then reached up, adjusting her hair slightly—fixing something that didn’t need fixing.
Just to touch her.
“Alright,” he said finally.
She frowned slightly. “That’s it?”
Ari smirked faintly.
“Not much I can do about the event,” he said. “But…”
His hand slid down to hers, lacing their fingers together.
“For now?”
He gave her hand a small squeeze.
“You’ve got me.”
Her expression softened instantly.
That was all it took.
Elena stepped closer again—like she hadn’t just let him go—leaning into him just a little.
Just enough.
He shook his head, but didn’t pull away.
Not even a little.
And for a moment—
She didn’t care about the event.
Or her boss.
Or anything waiting outside that door.
Because right now?
He was hers.
And she was going to take every second of it.
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Seen Without Being Seen
The ballroom was already alive when Elena stepped inside.
Soft gold lighting.
Low music.
Voices blending into a constant hum of power, money, and influence.
Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she moved through the space, posture straight, expression composed.
Professional.
Untouchable.
Exactly how she needed to be.
Because this—
This wasn’t just an event.
It was work.
Her eyes scanned the room automatically, noting faces, interactions, patterns. Conversations that looked too quiet. Laughter that felt too forced.
And then—
She felt him.
Before she even saw him.
A shift in the air.
A presence she had learned too quickly.
Too well.
Maya appeared at her side a moment later.
“You’re staring,” she murmured under her breath, not even looking at Elena.
“I am not.”
“You are,” Maya said calmly, lifting her own glass.
Elena exhaled quietly.
“He hasn’t looked at me.”
Maya smirked faintly.
“That’s because he knows exactly where you are.”
Elena didn’t respond.
Her eyes flickered again—
Just once.
This time—
Ari’s gaze caught hers.
It lasted a second.
Maybe less.
But it was enough.
A shift.
A recognition.
Something unspoken passing between them so quickly no one else would notice—
Except—
Matteo.
From across the room, he watched the exchange with quiet amusement, a glass of whiskey resting loosely in his hand.
Nasir stood beside him, speaking about something, but Matteo wasn’t listening.
He was watching Ari.
Watching Elena.
And smiling slightly to himself.
“Ms. Vale.”
The voice pulled her attention back.
Elena turned.
Ari stood in front of her.
Formal.
Composed.
Like they had never touched. Like months before they weren't in the media for being to close.
“Mr. Darven,” she replied just as evenly.
Frank stepped forward immediately.
“Ah, Mr. Darven, we were just discussing—”
Ari shook his hand.
“Frank.”
His tone was polite.
Controlled.
But Elena felt it—
The undercurrent.
He was aware of her.
Too aware.
” Frank continued. “She’s been assisting on—”
“I’m aware,” Ari said smoothly.
His eyes flicked to her again.
Brief.
Sharp.
Then gone.
“Ms. Vale,” he added.
“Elena,” she corrected lightly, because that’s what she would do in any professional setting.
A pause.
Barely noticeable.
But it was there.
“Elena,” Ari repeated.
Something in the way he said it made her pulse shift.
Matteo stepped forward then.
“Matteo Vance,” he said, extending a hand to her.
“Elena.”
Their handshake was brief.
But his gaze lingered just a fraction too long.
Recognition.
Understanding.
Maya moved closer at Elena’s side.
“Nice to finally meet you,” she said to Matteo, her tone casual but her eyes knowing.
Matteo smiled slightly.
“Likewise.”
The conversation shifted around them.
Business.
Investments.
Partnerships.
But beneath it—
Something else lingered.
Sarah glanced between Elena and Ari once.
Then again.
Ann leaned slightly toward Frank, murmuring something Elena couldn’t catch.
Even Ross—standing at the edge of the group—watched with narrowed eyes.
Not understanding.
But noticing.
Because something was there.
In the way Elena didn’t quite look at Ari.
In the way Ari didn’t quite look at her.
In the space between them that felt—
Charged.
Elena slipped away.
Quietly.
No announcement.
Just a soft step back from the group, her heels moving silently across the polished floor.
Elena didn’t turn right away.
She didn’t need to.
Her spine straightened just slightly.
Her breath slowed.
And then—
A hand.
Warm.
Firm.
Resting low at her back.
Not inappropriate.
Not obvious.
But unmistakably his.
Ari.
“Careful,” she murmured under her breath, not looking at him.
Behind her, his voice came low and calm.
“I am.”
Her pulse betrayed her instantly.
“You’re not subtle.”
A slight pause.
Then—
“I don’t need to be.”
Elena finally turned her head, just enough to glance at him.
Big mistake.
His eyes were already on her.
Dark. Focused.
Like she was the only thing in the room that mattered.
And for a second—
Just a second—
She forgot where they were.
“Ms. Vale.”
The voice snapped her back.
Elena stepped slightly forward, creating distance without making it obvious.
Control.
Always control.
She turned smoothly, offering a polite smile to the man approaching her.
“Mr. Hargrove,” she greeted.
Conversation resumed.
Professional.
Measured.
But behind her—
Ari hadn’t moved far.
Didn’t need to.
His presence lingered just within reach, close enough that she could still feel the heat of him, the awareness of him.
Watching.
Not interfering.
Just… there.
“You seem distracted tonight,” Hargrove noted casually.
Elena’s smile didn’t falter.
“Long week.”
“Mm.”
His gaze flicked past her shoulder briefly.
Ari.
Then back to her.
Something knowing passed through his expression.
Danger.
Elena felt it instantly.
Ari stepped closer again.
This time beside her.
Not touching.
But close enough that the line blurred.
“Am I interrupting?” he asked smoothly.
Polite.
Controlled.
But his eyes—
They were on Elena.
Not the conversation.
Not the man in front of her.
Her.
Always her.
“No,” Elena said quickly, before Hargrove could respond.
Too quickly.
Ari noticed.
Of course he did.
The conversation didn’t last much longer.
It couldn’t.
The tension was too thick.
Too noticeable.
Even if no one could name it.
A few minutes later—
Elena moved toward the balcony.
She needed air.
Space.
Distance from the way her body reacted to him even when she was trying to stay composed.
The cool night air hit her skin and she exhaled slowly.
“Running?” Ari’s voice came from behind her.
She didn’t turn.
“I needed a moment.”
Footsteps.
Then he was beside her again.
Closer this time.
Too close for public.
Not close enough for what she wanted.
“You keep doing that,” he said.
“Doing what?”
“Pulling away in rooms like that.”
Elena finally looked at him.
“This isn’t just a room, Ari.”
His jaw tightened slightly.
“I know exactly what it is.”
“Do you?” she challenged quietly.
His eyes darkened.
“Yes,” he said, stepping closer. “It’s a place where you pretend you don’t belong to me.”
Her breath caught.
“That’s not—”
His hand came to her waist again.
Firm this time.
Less careful.
“Then stop acting like it.”
Elena’s heart was racing now.
“You’re going to get us noticed,” she whispered.
Ari leaned in slightly, his voice dropping.
“Let them notice.”
Her eyes widened just slightly.
“Ari—”
“I’m not hiding you,” he said, calm but final.
Silence stretched between them.
Heavy.
Loaded.
Because she wasn’t just hiding them.
She was hiding what this could cost.
“Someone is going to figure this out,” she said finally.
“Let them,” he repeated.
“It’s not that simple.”
His gaze held hers.
“It is for me.”
That was the difference.
And they both felt it.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Didn’t speak.
Didn’t step back.
The city lights stretched behind them, the noise of the event fading into the background.
And right there—
Between exposure and restraint—
Between risk and desire—
They stood.
Too close.
Too real.
Too impossible to ignore.
She stepped back slightly.
Putting space between them again.
“We should go back.”
Ari studied her for a moment.
Then nodded once.
“After you.”
She turned first.
Composed again.
Untouchable again.
When they stepped back into the hall—
No one would know.
Except—
Maya, who watched Elena return with a knowing look.
Matteo, who caught Ari’s eye and gave the smallest, almost invisible nod.
And maybe—
Just maybe—
Everyone else who couldn’t explain it—
But could feel it.
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