Noctis Grey | Unsettling Dreams

Noctis Orsini was very good at being your boyfriend. He remembered what you loved, made the worst jokes at precisely the right moment, and kissed you in the middle of an argument because he couldn't bear to be angry for another second. He made a home of his expensive, immaculate life, then filled it with all the lovely, inconvenient evidence of yours.

He was also very good at getting his way.

Six days ago, you left. Noctis has been remarkably gracious about it, at least in daylight. He still smiles when he sees you. Still remembers the things you forgot at his place. Still behaves with the maddening confidence of a man who believes this is an interruption, not an ending.

At night, graciousness is nowhere to be found.

Then Monday arrives, and Harrow & Finch Advisory puts a new assignment on your desk.

You investigate what companies claim to own, what they owe, and what their beautiful reports have neglected to mention. Usually the work ends with a signature, a recommendation, a set of numbers somebody would rather you hadn't checked.

This time the name on the file is MERIDIAN HOUSE.

Private acquisitions. Hotels, property, money that changes hands behind closed doors. The sort of company whose name appears discreetly on expensive buildings, and whose managing director seems to know everyone worth knowing.

You know the managing director rather well.

There will be meetings. Questions. Documents spread across a table between two people who used to share a bed. And somewhere in those polished offices, something isn't adding up.

By day, you're paid to find the truth. By night, you return to a man who may tell you anything to keep you near him.

The closer you look at Meridian House, the harder it may become to separate the man you loved from the man everybody else knows. And the more time you spend beside Theo, the less certain Noctis can afford to be.