JULIAN’S POV
I watched as Zoe scrambled out of my office like she’d just seen a ghost.
Seeing her flustered always amused me. The way she tried so damn hard to keep her composure, to act like my presence didn’t affect her, when her eyes and body said otherwise—it was addictive. Nothing turned me on more than knowing the woman I’m with, wants me as much as I want her.
But today… Something was off.
There’d been this haunted, glassy look in her eyes, like she’d been crying. Like something had cracked behind that calm face she wore so perfectly.
I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking softly beneath me, eyes lingering on the door she’d just walked through. I’d seen that look before—had seen it the night she stumbled into my car and the day she ran away from the altar. And I had a
