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ALEXANDER"The numbers are bleeding, Sir," Elias muttered, tapping the glass tabletop. "Sterling Plaza is a ghost town."I didn't blink. "It’s a landmark. Landmarks don't die, they evolve.""Landmarks don't pay the mortgage," Sarah countered, leaning forward. "The industrial bid is on the table. We exit Sterling, we buy the port-side warehouses, and we're back in the black by Q3.""Unfortunately Sarah, I have no interest in warehouses.""With all due respect, Sir," she pushed, "the yield is double what we—"The heavy oak doors slammed open, the brass handles rebounding against the wall with a sharp crack. David stood in the frame, chest heaving, dressed in a casual T-shirt and jeans. Of course, he wasn’t here for the meeting."We need to talk, old man." He breathed, glaring daggers at me like a man ready for war. He picked the wrong man to fight with.Maintaining my cool, I responded, "I'm sure you can wait at my office until this meeting is done. Or you can as well join us in this mee

ELARAMy mouth hung open. Nothing prepared me for that. Not in a million years.“Sorry?”He didn’t miss a beat. “Marry me, not my son. I will reward you handsomely. And you also don’t have to be married to me for too long. A year is fine. We can go our separate ways after one year.”I scoffed, sitting up to have a closer look at his face as I yelled at him, “Have you gone insane, old man?”The car bumped immediately, and we both turned to the driver who quickly looked at us from the rearview mirror, apologizing, “I’m sorry sir.”Everyone knew it was from my ‘old man’ jab at his boss, but Alexander kept up the casualty. His voice was only a bit colder when he said, “Watch the road more closely now. I’ll put a bullet in your head if you put our lives in danger again.”“Sure, sir.”I forgot about my act of bravery for a moment, my heart skipping a beat. His driver was a big man, but from the sound of his voice, the threat had left him terrified.He faced me now.“Old man?” He asked.I sh

ALEXANDERHer eyes were dilated as she stared up at me, insisting for the umpteenth time that we had nothing to talk about.Her elite facial features made it hard to concentrate on her words, coupled with the softness of her body against mine. My cock strained against my tailored pants, itching to be inside her wet heat again.Nothing prepared me for her tonight. How could I have guessed that my son’s bride-to-be was the same woman who’d taken my cock so well, I’d gotten the most intense orgasm I’d ever gotten in a while?“I need to get back to the party.” She told me with an unconscious pout and fire in her bluish green eyes.I opened my mouth to answer when the knocking on the door started again.“Mr Thorne.” She grated. I finally took a step back. Her eyes flickered to the door with uncertainty. I knew she was thinking about how to leave, with people out there now.Heaving a breath, I turned and stepped out first, shutting the door behind me.I gazed down on two little boys and thei

ELARA “Viv, I’m so fucking dead.” “Uh… no you’re not. What’s up?” “You’re not hearing me.” I placed my hand on the restroom’s door, struggling to catch my breath after I all but flew in here. “I’m hearing you, but I can’t talk to dead people either so what’re you on?” “He’s here.” “Spider-Man?” “Vivian.” “I’m sorry babes, you have to be more specific. I’m trying to whip up something to eat before work.” “Alexander—the guy from the red room, he’s here. And he’s… he’s my fiancé’s father.” A pause. “Well, shit.” “Viv, what am I going to do? David can’t know about this. He’d definitely add it to the list of things he has against me, I can’t afford any more scandals…” “Calm down. Just calm down, and don’t do anything stupid. Has he… has he said anything concerning it? I mean, Alexander?” “No he’s not. But he surely remembers me. I saw it on his face.” I rubbed my palm over my own face and straightened. “Good. Act like you don’t know him.” “Wha

ELARA I spent the next four days trying to pretend Room 7 had been a dream.A very vivid, very filthy dream.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him—Alexander Thorne inside me, his voice in my ear calling me exquisite, his hands bruising my hips like he was marking territory no one else would ever claim. I’d wake up soaked, thighs clenched, hating how much I wanted to crawl back to that club and beg for round two.Instead, I smiled for the cameras at my official engagement party.The venue was one of the Thorne family’s private rooftop lounges. The place was practically dripping in gold and expensive designs.The guest list involved some casino owners, real-estate sharks, a handful of politicians. David didn’t seem to know half of them. I figured they were his father’s friends. He spoke so much about the man.David found me near the bar, already three drinks in, tie loose, pupils dilated.“There’s my gorgeous fiancée.” He slung an arm around my waist, too tight. “You clean up nice.”

ALEXANDERI’ve been on the edge all day, and I’ve tried to make it better.Rolls of tobacco usually does the trick paired with vintage whiskey.Unfortunately for me, it doesn’t wear off.“Boss, you have your last meeting scheduled at eight.” My assistant announced, and I groaned.“Cancel it, call Alfredo to come pick me up.” I lashed out orders, puffing out a cloud of smoke to ease off the stress.“Where, Boss?”“Obsidian.” I spoke calmly, tipping the glass back.My fingers threaded through my scalp, ruffling the strands of my hair to the side.I dusted the tip of the roll in the ashtray before I lit it up. The tip burned rich orange, usually, the sight of it would have calmed whatever storm was brewing inside me.Today was an exception, so I dragged out a stack of my desk to reach for my glock. I checked the chamber before stacking bullets into it to spring from the chair, still with the tobacco between my lips as I exited my office.“Boss.” The men who stood on each side acknowledge