Novels by Ammiee

‎The next morning, I walked into the office with a decision already made.‎‎I was going to avoid him.‎‎Avoid Jayden Roberts.‎Avoid whatever magnetic, dangerous pull he had on me.‎Avoid the memory of his voice whispering, “You have no idea how hard you are to stay away from.”‎‎Because I couldn’t afford to feel anything for him—not when my life was already falling apart.‎‎So I kept my head down.‎Answered him with short yes-or-no responses.‎Used email as much as I could.‎Didn’t look at him longer than necessary.‎‎It was survival.‎‎But the moment I handed him a report through the crack of his office door without stepping inside, his voice turned cold enough to frost glass.‎‎“You may enter the office, Ms. Sanders. I don’t bite.”‎‎His tone made it sound like he wanted to.‎‎I swallowed. “I’m trying to keep things professional.”‎‎“Professional,” he echoed, jaw tightening. “Interesting choice of word.”‎‎I didn’t reply.‎I couldn’t.‎‎Instead, I turned and walked back

‎The next morning felt like waking up inside a fog.‎‎I dragged myself into the office, my mind replaying everything from yesterday—the divorce papers, Jayden’s voice in the car, the way he fixed my necklace, the way he stepped back like touching me might ruin us both.‎‎I had barely slept.‎‎But nothing prepared me for how cold he was today.‎‎He didn’t greet me.‎Didn’t look at me.‎Didn’t open his office door once.‎‎Instead, instructions came through email—short, clipped, painfully formal:‎‎Prepare the quarterly report.‎Review the client proposal.‎Send the updated schedule.‎‎No “Ms. Sanders.”‎No voice.‎No warmth.‎‎Just… distance.‎‎I forced myself to focus on the computer screen, but my fingers trembled with every click. The tension from last night still lingered beneath my skin like a bruise.‎‎When I made a small mistake typing a date into the report, Chloe mouthed from her seat, “Hey. You okay?”‎‎I nodded too quickly. “Just tired.”‎‎She didn’t believe me. N

‎I didn’t remember walking back to the office.‎‎One minute Andrew was placing the divorce papers in my hands like he was passing me a menu, and the next, I was pushing open the glass doors of Roberts Corporation—heart numb, eyes burning, hands trembling so badly I nearly dropped my phone.‎‎The receptionist greeted me, but I barely heard her. My heels clicked down the hallway, echoing louder than they should. Everything felt too bright, too loud, too cold.‎‎I slipped into my seat twenty minutes late.‎‎And of course, the moment I sat, the devil himself appeared.‎‎Jayden stepped out of his office with a folder in hand, his gaze sweeping the room like a command. He was mid-sentence—“We’ll continue the audit by—”‎Then he saw me.‎‎He stopped.‎‎Just… stopped.‎‎The entire office fell silent.‎‎His eyes narrowed, not in anger, but something far sharper. His voice dropped.‎‎“You’re late.”‎‎The reprimand should have stung, but I couldn’t muster a reaction. I tried to straig

‎The next morning, the hotel lobby smelled like fresh coffee and polished marble. Jayden walked beside me, hands in his pockets, looking every bit like the man people instinctively stepped out of the way for.‎‎We were heading out when a hotel staff member — a girl with glossy curls and an overly bright smile — caught sight of him.‎‎“Good morning, sir,” she greeted, fluttering her lashes like she had rehearsed it.‎‎Jayden gave her a polite nod. “Morning.”‎‎She stepped closer, too close. “I hope you enjoyed your stay. If there’s anything else I can do for you, anything at all—”‎‎Her tone left nothing to imagination.‎‎I waited for him to ignore her like he ignored 98% of the female attention he got.‎‎But instead, Jayden gave her a small, polite smile.‎‎A smile.‎‎Something hot twisted in my chest.‎‎He didn’t flirt. He didn’t lean in. He didn’t even look impressed.‎But he acknowledged her.‎‎And for some absurd reason, it bothered me.‎‎The girl’s eyes flicked to me

‎The message came early that morning, short and commanding—just like him.‎‎> Jayden Roberts: Shareholders’ Ball. Tonight. Be ready by seven.‎Wear something formal but elegant. You’re coming with me.‎‎‎‎No greeting, no explanation. Just an order.‎‎I stared at my phone, half expecting a follow-up that never came. By the time I reached the office, the buzz had already spread. The annual shareholders’ ball was the company’s biggest event of the year. Only top executives and their plus ones attended.‎‎So why me?‎‎When Jayden finally arrived, I followed him into his office, shutting the door behind me. “Sir, about the message…”‎‎He didn’t even look up from his laptop. “You got it.”‎‎“Yes, but—why me? You could take anyone else from the board.”‎‎His eyes lifted, calm and unbothered. “You’re my secretary. You go where I go.”‎‎“That doesn’t include after-hours events.”‎‎“It does when I say it does.” His tone left no room for argument. “I need someone efficient, and you’r

‎I stood in front of the mirror that morning, barely recognizing the woman staring back.‎The black dress clung in all the right places, elegant yet daring, the kind of outfit that made silence follow wherever you walked. I curled my hair loosely, applied a faint red tint to my lips, and for once… I wanted to see if he’d notice.‎‎Jayden’s voice from last night still echoed in my mind.‎Dress beautifully tomorrow.‎No explanation. Just a command dressed like a compliment.‎‎As I walked through the office lobby, conversations slowed. A few jaws even dropped. The sound of my heels filled the air like music, and for the first time in a long while, I felt—powerful.‎‎“Melissa!” Chloe whispered, eyes wide. “Who are you trying to kill today? You look like a walking sin.”‎‎I laughed softly, pretending I wasn’t nervous. “Just following orders.”‎‎“Whose orders?” she teased.‎I didn’t answer.‎‎Then the elevator doors opened.‎‎Jayden stepped out, tall, calm, impossibly composed in his