Novel-novel oleh Carpe diem

ISLA’S POV:The car ride was a world away from Cade's tense silent treatment, sandalwood scent, and Eleanor's pointed stare. Guess she has seen the comments and told her boss already.“You look like you're on your way to your execution, not some lunch break,” Lucan said, gazing at me.I unclenched my hand in my lap, took a deep breath, and relaxed my back on the posh seats.The car glided to a halt outside the elegant restaurant. Lucan didn't wait for the chauffeur, instead, he opened my door himself and guided me inside with a light hand on the small of my back.We sat at a quiet secluded table. I nervously checked my phone since it's been vibrating in my bag.Three missed calls from Sab, she probably wants the latest gists. I’d call her back, I thought shoving the phone back into my bag.Lucan began after we ordered “Now let’s talk about why a professional historian is sorting through old, dusty receipts and being publicly humiliated by my brother's…“You've seen it?”I flinched in

ISLA’S POVEverything changed in an instant. The ground suddenly felt unsteady beneath my feet and my reality shifted.One minute I was staring at Cade's retreating back, my body still humming from his touch and reeling in ecstasy; the next I was plunged into a reality of shock and terror.My phone felt heavier than usual as sweat trickled down my spine with uneven breaths while I stared at the photo of Cade and me, locked in a desperate kiss. My head thrown back, his hands tangled in my curls while both legs gripped his waist. My stomach churned from embarrassment. The picture was a bit blurry, taken from afar but it was unmistakably us. The caption burned my eyes making them water:“ Cade's new plaything?”“Plaything” The air left my lungs violently. The word ruined a sensual, blissful experience, and all it mattered to me. My career, my professional reputation suddenly torn apart in a single viral moment. The hate comments, and death threats from unknown numbers.My life is royall

ISLA’S POV:Cade pulled me into my room without breaking the kiss. His kiss wasn't gentle; it was a claiming kiss. Which trailed from my jawline down to my neck, stopping to suckle as well.He peppered kisses from my neck down to my hardened nipple and traced his tongue around my swollen bud, squeezing, flicking, and sucking.“Let me worship you like the queen that you are Isla”.His voice was a low vibration that echoed within me.“Allow me to bend you, baby, let me hear my name on your lips” He muttered against my stomachHis fingers found the tie of my robe and loosened it. The silk robe fell open and his fingers dug into my pussy making me squirm and my back arched off the bed with a gasp.“Cade…”I moaned.He kept on working my vaginal walls circling his thumb on my sensitive bud as his teeth grazed my earlobe. Pushing his finger deeper while stretching and preparing me, he deepened the kiss, his thumb left my pussy to twist and tease my hardened bud. I cried out in bliss.“You’re

ISLA’S POV:The second I stepped into Sabrina’s apartment, I dropped my bag and collapsed dramatically onto her velvet couch.“Tell me everything, how was the first day of work,” she demanded, handing me a glass of wine before I’d even taken off my shoes.I groaned, “It was… a lot.”Sabine raised a brow. “That’s not a real answer. You met him, didn’t you?” she said moving towards me while stroking my curls I took a long fortifying sip before answering. “Yes. Cade Thorne. My boss, New York’s Adonis, is every woman's dream. And he is every bit as dangerous as the rumors said.”Her eyes widened. “Dangerous-hot or dangerous-dangerous?”“Both.” I sank deeper into the cushions. “The library is unreal, Sab. Like something out of a gothic dream, mahogany shelves, frescoed ceilings, the works were all first editions. But the second I was alone, he showed up in some white sleeves unbuttoned, muscles popping with large veins, and”“SLUT!!!”Sab smacked my arm gigglingSab’s mouth curled into a

ISLA’S POV:The Thorne's library was located on the West wing of the mansion behind a dark heavy oak door filled rich comforting aroma of old books. The shelves were adorned in rich mahogany which stretched towards the glass ceilings. Light rays poured through the massive arched windows brightening the dust specks that drifted lazily in the air. The scent of old parchment, polished wood, and faint sandalwood from Cade’s cologne clung to the room, seeping into me like a memory I didn’t want to acknowledge.“This is where you’ll spend most of your time, Miss Campbell.” Eleanor’s clipped voice dragged through the quiet room. She pointed to a polished oak desk set in front of the grand windows. “Cataloguing, restoring, documenting… you’ll have everything you need.”Her words barely landed. My mind was too loud, echoing with the sound of Cade’s voice in his office, his dark, hungry gaze when he recognized me. “Excuse me, Mr. Thorne requires me elsewhere. You’ll be fine here until the staf

CADE’S POV:Eleanor, my personal assistant, stood before my desk with her straight face holding her tablet like a shield. The scar on her right hand peeps from under her sleeve.“Mr Cade, the final contracts from the Singapore merger are ready on your desk for…” Her voice trailed away.And..” she continued, her voice cutting through the fog in my brain, “The new historian for the Thorne’s family collection will be arriving at the estate this afternoon, Your calendar is blocked for the initial walk-through with her tomorrow morning.” Can she just stop talking already I thought.I recalled the events of Friday night, about a private lounge, dim light, muffled music, the faint scent of vanilla, big doe eyes, dark curls that felt like silk between my fingers, and a mouth that had been innocent and devastatingly skilled. How could I forget the shock in her eyes when she’d bumped into me, the desperate, clumsy kiss she’d used as an excuse to chase that oaf. Her boldness… the way she’d tak