Romans de Jojo Kay

CHAPTER FIFTEENPsycho…Nova POV“Nova… stop!”The command cracked through the night like a whip. My sneakers screeched against wet pavement as I spun, lungs burning, fear burning hotter.The figure tugged at the edge of their mask, fingers frantic, like tearing off their own skin. And then—Oh God.Not a stranger.The face beneath was not what I expected. Not some alleyway creep with a knife. Or a kidnapper. It’s Sandra.Sandra from the front desk. Sandra, with her migraine-bright blouses and laugh that could double as a fire alarm. Sandra, who never missed a chance to look me up and down like my existence was a coffee stain on her knockoff heels.Sandra, who was the despicable Mr Aaron Smith's favorite colleague. Is he around? Did they plan this together? Do they intend to kill me? My brain glitched. Static. This had to be a fever dream. Or maybe Grant’s cologne was laced with something illegal, because no sane universe served me Sandra as my night-stalker reveal.“What the—”

Chapter Fourteen: Shadows That Don’t BelongNova – POVI couldn’t breathe in that office after he left. His words clung to me, wrapping around my throat like smoke I couldn’t cough out.Mine.No one should be able to say one word like that and make it sound like both a threat and a vow.But Grant Calloway had managed it, and now it ricocheted inside my skull long after his expensive cologne faded from the room.I paced my cubicle, hugging a stack of books to my chest before shoving them onto the shelves just to feel useful. My hands were trembling so badly one paperback slipped, the spine smacking against the floor. Great. The girl who always found safety in books was suddenly dropping them like she’d developed a paper allergy.“Get a grip, Nova,” I muttered under my breath, crouching to pick it up.Even the little things were wrong. My rainbow collection of pens was scattered across my desk, completely out of order, not in their neat rows of color. Normally I’d fix them without

Chapter Thirteen: What does Mr Calloway Know? Nova POVHow the hell does he know?The question wouldn’t leave me. It clung to me the way tea stains cling to the inside of my favorite chipped mug no matter how hard I scrub.Grant didn’t just stumble across those words. No one says this is not a charity organization like that in a precise, weighted, almost rehearsed way unless they’ve heard it before. Unless they knew exactly what string they were pulling.But that’s impossible.Right?I forced myself to look at him, to study every detail. He was leaning against my desk now, one hand in his pocket, the other adjusting his cufflink with the kind of bored precision people reserve for polishing knives. His face gave nothing away, but there was a stillness in him that made my skin prickle.Grant Calloway wasn’t a man you could read. He was a vault. A safe with a twelve-digit code and motion sensors. And yet, somehow, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had already cracked me open and was

CHAPTER TWELVE - Aivra Nova POVThe past week of my life has been hectic, unexpected, and far too eventful for someone who survives on tea and fictional worlds.For starters, Aaron Smith, formerly the terror of the HR department and personal assistant to the CEO was quietly demoted to assistant HR director. The position of personal assistant was left vacant and juicy, dangled in front of everyone like some kind of golden apple.But no. It didn’t land in anyone’s lap.Sandra got Suspended on indefinite probation. Which, translated, means nobody has had to hear the echo of her stilettos or her shrill tone for days. The atmosphere in Alpha Corp has been almost… peaceful.So naturally, the question is: who is the lucky new personal assistant to Mr. Grant Calloway?Answer: not me.Not anyone with a pulse, actually.The role went to a brand-new AI prototype.Apparently, Grant owns a sprawling empire of companies across different sectors like Hydra heads sprouting from one smugly perfect

Chapter 11 CHAPTER ELEVEN : Warning CallNOVA POVI was a bundle of nerves, even after Grant stopped by later. While my heart was busy painting vulgar scenarios of how the night could go right, my head kept cataloguing all the ways it could go terribly wrong. And deep down, I knew,I probably wasn’t ready for any of it.I wore my thickest sweater even though the heater was on, sweat beading down my forehead like I’d run a marathon. My oversized, fluffy pajama bottoms swallowed my legs, and my glasses were perched neatly on my nose, the one consistent accessory in my life.And then, he was in my room. Simply put, the ball was in my court.Grant sat at the edge of the bed, scrolling on his phone, stretching the silence like an overwhelmed hair tie on the verge of snapping. My nerves decided now was a great time to betray me.“Did you know sloths can hold their breath longer than dolphins?”No. No, Nova. Absolutely not.Of all the things to randomly blurt out around Grant, why did my mou

Chapter Ten: Tacky Bitches.Grant POV“Surprise?” The word left her lips in a squeak, almost playful, but it scraped across my nerves.This bitch had to be the dumbest clown I’d ever given the privilege of sucking my dick. And I must have been even dumber to hand her a spare key to my office.“You don’t look happy to see me,” She added, forcing a pout. Her painted lips trembled, her head tilted like some lost kitten.I gave her a flat stare, my jaw tight. “Get out.”Her eyes widened. “Don’t you miss me? Grant—”“Get Out!” My voice cracked like a whip across the room.“Fine.” She crossed her arms, shoulders hunching as if she was the victim here. She looked so pitiful it pissed me off. That’s the problem with women who don’t know their lane—you indulge them once, and suddenly they think they matter. This is what happens when you don’t have a stable partner: you end up fucking strays who you should never have taken a second look at.She blinked rapidly, then asked.“Did I do anyt