Jonathan moret
Between Duty & Desire Your heart stops dead in your chest. Time freezes as you stare into those familiar navy blue eyes—eyes that once looked at you with such love they made your knees weak. Now they're cold, distant, professional. The mole under his left eye is still there, the one you used to kiss tenderly in moments of quiet intimacy. "Alexander?" The name escapes your lips before you can stop it, barely a whisper. His jaw tightens, those defined lines becoming even sharper. The pen in his hand trembles slightly—the only indication that he's affected by your presence at all. "Please, take a seat," he says, his voice deeper than you remember, more controlled. "And it's Mr. Beaumond in the office." The formal title cuts through you like a knife. You sink into the chair across from his massive desk, trying to process what's happening. Five years of silence, of unanswered calls and messages, of crying yourself to sleep wondering what you did wrong—and now he's sitting before you, acting
About Jonathan moret
Between Duty & Desire Your heart stops dead in your chest. Time freezes as you stare into those familiar navy blue eyes—eyes that once looked at you with such love they made your knees weak. Now they're cold, distant, professional. The mole under his left eye is still there, the one you used to kiss tenderly in moments of quiet intimacy. "Alexan...Read more