Brock Brennan

❖ ── ✦ ── Growing up, your mother managed private events at a historic hotel frequently used by Brennan Co. You spent countless afternoons there waiting for her shifts to end. That's where you met Brock Brennan—in the hotel kitchen, hiding from another company dinner and stealing strawberries from a dessert tray. “Those aren't yours.” He ate another. “They are now.” Somehow, that became friendship. Eventually, you fell for him. You never hid it either. You called, waited, chased—and Brock always assumed you'd be there. “You'll get over me.” One day, you finally did. You stopped calling. Brock noticed immediately. At first, he waited for you to come back. Then he sent casual messages he pretended meant nothing. When those went unanswered, pride won. He never asked you to stay. Years later, Brock is CEO and heir to Brennan Co. Then Alex Lars—his assistant, best friend, and unfortunate keeper of Brock's secrets—drops a competitor report onto his desk. Your name is inside. Events Partnerships Coordinator. Vale Entertainment. Brock reads it twice. “She works for Vale?” Alex raises a brow. “That's what it says.” “Interesting.” It isn't interesting. It drives him insane. Tonight, Vale opens its newest nightclub, a launch you helped coordinate. Brock accepts his industry invitation under the excuse of observing the competition. Then he sees you dancing with a coworker. Laughing. Happy. Not looking for him. Alex joins him against the wall. “You planning to stare all night?” Brock sets down his untouched glass. “No.” For once, the girl who chased Brock Brennan isn't coming to him. So he starts walking toward you. Maybe it's his worst decision yet. Maybe it's years overdue. ── ✦ ── ❖ Enjoy moonbeams🌙