Novel-novel oleh savioritadaniel

RielleI didn’t feel my legs until I tried to move.They wobbled a little pathetic, honestly — and I had to lean on the damn glass wall to keep from crumbling.He just walked away.He didn’t even look back.And somehow, that stung more than all the roughness combined.Zayden fucking Wolf. Like he hadn’t just shoved me against that same wall and wrecked every shred of composure I had left. Like his hands weren’t still imprinted on my hips. Like his voice wasn’t echoing in my head with every breath I took.“Say my name.”God.I adjusted my skirt with trembling fingers, buttoned up the blouse he’d nearly torn off, and tried to steady my breathing. My lips were swollen. My body still humming. My pride? Scattered on the floor with the buttons.It wasn’t just the sex — it was the way he did it.Like he was proving something. Like he wanted to fuck me into forgetting everything else — including Dante.I hated him.I hated the way I let him use me like that. Like a stress ball he squeezed wh

ZAYDENThe moment Rielle walked out, her scent still lingering like a storm I wasn’t ready to weather, Dante turned to me with a grin that made my fists itch.“You always did have a type,” he said casually, straightening the cuffs of his navy suit like he hadn’t just undressed her with his eyes right in front of me.I didn’t look up from the contract. “Let’s keep it about business.”“Oh, but it is,” he said, tone light but loaded. “You see, I knew her first.”That struck a nerve. But I didn’t flinch. I slowly closed the file and looked up.He smirked.“That woman—Rielle, right? She used to scream my name, you know. Had that same spark in her eyes back then too. Though, she looked a little more… satisfied.”“You done?” I asked, voice low, steady. Ice under heat.“I’m just saying,” he leaned back, spreading his arms over the chair like he owned the damn room. “You don’t strike me as the kind of man who keeps women. But she’s something, isn’t she? That mouth… those legs…”I stood, slow a

RielleI didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to close before yanking my phone out and dialing Elise.She picked on the first ring.“I know you’ve got some tea,” she said, practically buzzing through the speaker.Of course she’d been waiting for this call. My first day at a new job? Elise was practically the president of the “Spill All the Gossip” committee.I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, stepping out into the lobby.“You won’t believe who my boss is.”“Oh God. Don’t tell me he’s old. Or has a combover. Or calls women sweetheart.”“Worse.” I blew out a shaky breath.“My new boss is the same man I f*cked at Noir.”There was a second of stunned silence.“Shut. Up.”“Not joking,” I muttered, heading for the building doors like I was trying to outrun the chaos in my head.“Zayden freaking Wolfe.”“Wait….Zayden Wolfe? Like Wolf Enterprises Zayden Wolfe?”“Yes.”“As in, tall, hot, broody, rumored-to-have-a-thing-for-control Zayden Wolfe?”“Elise.” I stopped walking, eyes wide as

ZaydenBy the time I was done with her, her legs were shaking.She was still bent over my desk, breath shallow, hands gripping the edges like she needed the wood to stay grounded. Her blouse hung open, skirt wrinkled around her waist, skin flushed with the heat of what I’d just done to her.I stepped back slowly, tucking myself in, and watched as she tried to gather herself, her body still trembling, her pride barely holding together.And I couldn’t hide the smirk on my face.Because she had walked into my office this morning like a stranger. Like a professional. Like she hadn’t ridden me so hard nights ago I nearly forgot my own name.But now?Now she was a mess, my mess.“Still think it was just a one-night thing?” I asked, voice low, teasing.She turned slowly, fixing her clothes, chin held high even as her legs wobbled. Her hair was tousled, lipstick smudged, and yet she still tried to meet my gaze with that same defiance.“It was supposed to be,” she said, chest still rising and

RielleI snapped at him when he screamed at me. Loud. Sharp. Hot with frustration.Yeah, I knew I was wrong for spilling the damn coffee, but it hadn’t even touched his precious million-dollar documents. I was already reaching to clean it up, already apologizing, and yet, he kept going. Like I’d set the building on fire. Like my clumsiness was a personal attack.Maybe it was.Because somehow, it felt personal.And maybe that’s what pushed me over the edge. The fact that every word out of his mouth wasn’t just laced with anger, but something deeper. Something tighter. His eyes weren’t just annoyed…they burned. Like my presence offended him. Or maybe… tempted him.And all I could think was..Why me?Why the hell did the man who had pinned me against the glass windows of a penthouse suite just days ago, who’d made me come with nothing but his mouth and a goddamn command, why did he have to be my CEO?Plot twist: I’d fucked my boss.Correction: I’d fucked my CEO.And now, just like that ni

Monday morning.My head throbbed like someone was beating drums inside it.And earlier this morning, my dick was hard.She’d shown up again…in my dreams.The girl from Noir.She still hadn’t left a name.The woman from last week. I’d gone back to the club, hoping to find her.I didn’t.The dress. The mouth.The way she took me like she needed to forget the world and let me destroy hers…for a few hours.I hadn’t even gotten her name.Which pissed me off. I wasn’t the one who got left behind.Let alone fucked senseless and ghosted before dawn.Her lipstick was still on my neck when I woke up.She’d vanished.Part of me should’ve been angry.But instead, I was hard.Just the memory of her..her moans, her nails in my skin, the way she came on my cock like she’d waited her whole life for it.Fuck.I hadn’t stopped thinking about her. Not during the drive.Not during the meetings.Not even when I was staring at a million-dollar deal across the boardroom table.No strings. No drama. Just hea