Novel-novel oleh asia

The lakeside resort smelled of pine and money. Bridget stepped out of the shuttle with her overnight bag slung over one shoulder, the cool evening air brushing her bare legs under the short black dress she’d chosen because she knew Alex would lose his mind over it. The main lodge glowed with warm lights, but her eyes went straight to the row of private suites overlooking the water.Suite 12. Hers. Suite 13. Alex’s. Suite 14. Patrick’s.One thin wall and one shared balcony between all three of them.Patrick was already there, clapping Alex on the back like they were still the same two men who used to grill burgers in the backyard when she was six. Elena stood beside them in a silk slip dress, wineglass in hand, laughing at something Alex had said. Her hand rested on his forearm a second too long.Bridget’s stomach tightened with fresh jealousy.“Bridge!” Patrick spotted her and pulled her into a bear hug. “You made it. Alex was just telling me how hard you’re working on the new cam

Bridget sat across from the blind date Patrick had picked for her. Some finance bro named Ryan with a perfect smile and zero edge. She checked her phone for the third time under the table. The restaurant was nice, the wine decent, but every word out of Ryan’s mouth felt like static. She forced a laugh at his golf story, then typed a quick reply to Alex’s latest text: *Leave now. Parking garage. Level 3. I need you.*Ryan was mid-sentence when she stood. “I’m so sorry. Work emergency. I have to go.”He blinked, surprised but polite. “No problem. Rain check?”“Sure,” she lied without exactly listening, already grabbing her bag. The drive to the garage took twelve minutes. She parked on level 3, killed the engine, and waited.Alex’s black SUV slid into the spot beside her not thirty seconds later. He got out without saying a word, opened her passenger door, and pulled her straight into his lap the moment she climbed over. The garage was dimly lit, cameras blind in this corner, but the

They’d barely cleared the first block when his phone lit up on the dash. Elena’s name flashed with an attachment. Alex glanced at it, jaw tightening.“Elena just leaked a draft of the Q3 marketing budget to the entire acquisitions team,” he muttered. “Testing me. Seeing if I’ll call her out or let it slide for ‘stability.’”Bridget’s stomach twisted with fresh jealousy. “She’s trying to push you into a corner.”“She’s trying to push me away from you.” His grip on her thigh tightened, fingers digging in. “Not fucking happening.”Before she could answer, her own phone buzzed in her lap. Jake. The subject line made her blood run cold: *Cease-and-Desist. Shadow Marketing Podcast*.She opened it with shaking fingers. Legal threats, demands to take down every episode that “references Ridge Enterprises or its executives.” Attached was the blurry screenshot from the office, clearer now, her face unmistakable mid-moan.“He’s not stopping,” she whispered.Alex’s hand left her thigh, knuckles wh

Bridget’s pulse hadn’t slowed since lunch. The supply closet on the twenty-second floor was a narrow, windowless room wedged between the copier alcove and the stairwell. Dim, dusty, smelling of cardboard and printer toner. At 2:58 p.m. she slipped inside, heart hammering so hard she felt it in her throat. Alex was already waiting in the back corner with his tie gone, top button of his shirt open, eyes glittering like he’d been counting the seconds.The instant the door clicked shut behind her he locked it, spun her, and pinned her chest-first against the cold steel shelving causing boxes around them to shift, as a stack of legal pads teetered.“Five minutes max before the afternoon rush hits the copier right outside,” he breathed against her ear, voice rough. “So you’re going to come fast and quiet for me.” He didn’t ask. He yanked her skirt to her waist, shoving her panties to the side, he dropped to one knee. His mouth sealed over her clit without warning without warning or mercy.

Bridget’s heels clicked across the marble lobby of Ridge Enterprises at 7:55 a.m., the echo louder than her heartbeat. Jake’s text still burned in her pocket: *Eight o’clock sharp. Conference room B. Or Daddy gets the whole show.*She had barely slept. The mansion dinner, Alex’s tongue between her legs under her father’s roof, the new screenshot… everything swirled like the rain still streaking the windows. She pushed into Conference Room B and shut the door.Jake leaned against the long table, phone in hand, that smug smirk fixed in place. “Right on time, princess.”“Call me that again and I walk,” she said, voice low. “What do you want?”He tapped the screen. Her own face filled it. Flushed, mouth open, the exact moment Alex had made her come on his desk. “Simple. Be nicer to me. Or this goes to Patrick, HR, the whole board. Maybe even that cute little podcast of yours.”Bridget’s stomach clenched. She refused to give him her body. “I’m not fucking you, Jake. Not now. Not ever.”He

Bridget’s phone burned against her thigh like a brand. Under the tablecloth, Jake’s new screenshot glowed of her face caught mid-moan, office lights painting her cheeks in guilty gold. The threat: *Delete this and I send it to Daddy. Or come to my desk tomorrow at 8. We negotiate.*She forced her smile wider across the candlelit table. Patrick was laughing at something Alex had said, the two of them trading easy barbs the way they always had. Alex’s hand stayed on her thigh, thumb still stroking slow, possessive circles. The contrast of his warm claim versus the ice flooding her veins made her dizzy.“Excuse me,” she murmured, voice steadier than she felt. “Bathroom.”Patrick waved her off without looking up. Alex’s eyes flicked to hers, questioning, but he said nothing.In the marble guest bathroom, Bridget locked the door and leaned against the sink. Cold water stung her face. She stared at the flushed girl in the mirror, her lips still swollen from earlier, eyes wide with the same