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(JARED'S POV)

I smirked inwardly as Arielle gave in. I shouldn’t be so quick to admit it, but her reluctant response was like music to my ears.

Of course, my real motive was far from what she thought it was.

It was far simpler than she could ever guess.

I just wanted to be close to her again. To create chances for us to be alone, to feel that spark between us once more.

Yeah, I knew. I’d always been a little silly that way.

Even seeing her irritated face, the way her eyes flashed with that familiar fire, made something warm spread through me. There was a certain comfort in it. I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing that side of her—the side that wasn’t guarded, that wasn’t numb from years of hurt. The side of her that used to laugh at my dumb jokes and argue with me about everything, even the smallest things.

I almost forgot that I hadn’t slept all night.

I’d been stewing over every misunderstanding and every word we’d exchanged these days, all night. And in the end, I realized my real issue was Dwayne’s showing up.

Yes, as much as I hate to admit it, Dwayne's presence has made me panic.

Deep down, I always felt like I was one step behind him. And it wasn’t just a self-esteem thing. It wasn’t even just jealousy.

It was a deep, gnawing feeling that I wasn’t worthy of her anymore. How could I be? It was the fact that I hurt Arielle, and he was the one who stayed after I walked away.

And how pathetic was that? To lose my nerve just because another man for Arielle showed up?

I shouldn’t be overreacting like this. She’s that fabulous, after all. It makes perfect sense that someone would want her.

But she’s my ex-wife.

She’s always been mine in ways I couldn’t quite let go of.

If there was one real conclusion of this sleepless night of meditation and reflection, with everything Arielle had said recently going through my head, it was this: I needed to calm down.

"I'll send over some materials for you to review," I said, pulling out my phone to set a reminder. "We can discuss the details later."

Her expression turned stoic. "Is that all?"

I smiled sheepishly, like I wasn’t carrying a thousand pounds of regret on my shoulders. "Actually, I was wondering if I could take you out to lunch later?"

I saw the flicker of something in her eyes—was it pity? Or maybe just annoyance. But her response was quick and firm. "No, thank you."

"Suit yourself," I chuckled, not about to let that derail me. "I’ll have my assistant send the documents over."

She nodded, her eyes flashing with annoyance. It seemed like she couldn't wait to get rid of me, and her next words proved it. "Good. I'd like you to leave now."

I nodded, grinned, actually feeling a thrill of excitement. This was just the beginning. I would wear her down and break her guard. Slowly, but surely.

"Until next time, then," I said, rising to my feet.

Her eyes narrowed as she watched me closely, but said nothing. Without waiting any further, I winked at her and turned to leave, whistling softly.

The next morning, I walked into Arielle's restaurant feeling confident and ready for our first training session.

I had spent the previous night reviewing my materials, bracing for any questions, and perfecting my presentation and wooing skills. I mean, if this was going to be my chance to get close to her again, I’d be damned if I wasn’t going to make it count.

I arrived at her office, and as soon as I entered, she stood up from her desk, her expression as neutral as a stone.

"Good morning," I said, flashing one of my best charming smiles. "I trust you're ready to get started on the world of good business strategies?"

She nodded, quickly closing her laptop and tucking it away. "Let's get started."

"Alright," I said, already sitting down in the chair across from her without being offered. No time to waste. I dove straight into my introduction, enthusiastically explaining the course content and objectives like a seasoned pro.

But just as I thought I was making progress—just as I was about to get her to really engage with me—she picked up the intercom and dialed a number.

"Rebecca, Stephen, can you please join me in my office?" She said, her voice crisp and professional.

I looked up sharply. Wait, what? Were they joining our session?

I wanted to argue, to protest that this was supposed to be a one-on-one session, but one glance at Arielle’s cool, unbothered gaze told me there would be no argument here. So, like the mature man I was supposed to be, I swallowed my frustration and waited.

A few seconds later, Rebecca walked in, exchanging pleasantries with Arielle, followed by a guy who looked like he was fresh out of a college brochure. And judging by the way he practically radiated enthusiasm (and an annoying surplus of youthful energy), I deduced that this was Stephen.

I forced a smile.

Great. Just great.

"Alright, now that we’re all here," Arielle said, her eyes gleaming with that mischievous twinkle I knew so well, "let’s begin. Jared, please proceed with the presentation."

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