Novels by Irene Writes

Diana’s POV The city lights twinkled below us as Luke led me into his penthouse. My heart hammered against my ribs. After months of slow kisses, heated touches, and building tension, tonight felt different. We had celebrated our new relationship with a quiet dinner, but the looks he gave me across the table promised so much more. “Are you sure?” he asked, voice low and rough as he closed the door behind us. His big hands rested on my waist, thumbs stroking gently over the thin fabric of my dress. “Yes,” I whispered, stepping closer. “I want you, Luke. All of you.” He didn’t need more encouragement. His mouth crashed down on mine in a deep, hungry kiss. This wasn’t the careful, patient man from the past months. This was raw desire. His tongue swept into my mouth, tasting and claiming, while his hands pulled me flush against his hard body. I moaned softly, feeling the thick ridge of his arousal pressing against my belly. “God, Diana,” he growled against my lips. “You have no i

Diana’s POV The argument exploded the moment I got home that evening. Dad paced the living room like a caged animal, his face red with fury. “He admitted it, Diana! Right to my face. He intends to court you. His own employee’s daughter! After everything I’ve worked for in that company…” I stood by the kitchen counter, arms crossed, heart racing. The rumors at the office had already been bad enough. Now this. “Dad, calm down,” I said firmly. “I’m not a child anymore. I’m twenty two. I can make my own decisions.” He stopped pacing and pointed a finger toward the door as if Luke were standing there. “I forbid it. He’s too old, too powerful, and too dangerous for you. One wrong move and he could ruin both our lives.” Before I could respond, my phone rang. Luke. I answered on speaker so Dad could hear. “Diana,” Luke’s deep voice filled the room, steady and calm. “I just left the office. I assume your father spoke with you.” Dad’s eyes narrowed. “She’s not seeing you, Hudson

Luke’s POV I never needed excuses before. Work ran like clockwork, decisions were made in seconds, and people stayed out of my way. But for the past week, I invented reasons to see Diana Carter every single day. A morning meeting in the design department to “check on the new branding project.” An afternoon request for her to bring fabric samples to my office. Even a late coffee delivery that I insisted only she could handle. Each time, I told myself it was harmless. Each time, I knew I was lying. This morning, I found her in the sample room, surrounded by bolts of silk and sketches scattered across the table. She was focused, her eyebrows furrowed as she pinned a design to a mannequin. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and a small smudge of charcoal marked her cheek. She looked beautiful. Real. I leaned against the doorframe, watching her for a moment longer than I should have. “Mr. Hudson,” she said when she finally noticed me. Her cheeks flushed that pretty pink I w

Diana’s POV I barely slept that night after the dinner party. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Luke Hudson’s fingers brushing my cheek on the terrace. The way his deep voice had wrapped around my name as he owned it. The heat in his steel gray eyes made my whole body tingle. He wanted to see me again, just the two of us. The next morning, while Dad hummed happily in the kitchen making coffee, I knew what I had to do. I couldn’t let whatever this was go any further. Dad had worked too hard for his promotion. One wrong move and everything could crumble. When Luke’s number appeared on my phone that afternoon, my heart jumped. I answered with shaky fingers. “Hi, Mr. Hudson.” “Luke,” he corrected, that low, commanding tone sending warmth straight through me. “Did you think about my offer, Diana?” I swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter. “I did. And… I’m sorry, but I have to say no. It’s not a good idea. My dad works for you, and I don’t want to complicate things for him. Or

Luke’s POV I couldn’t get her out of my head! Diana Carter. Even after I changed into a fresh shirt, her wide hazel eyes and the way her full lips parted in shock kept replaying in my mind. She didn’t fawned over me as most women did. No fake smiles, no calculated flirting. Just raw sincere panic apologetically and those clumsy little dabs with the napkin. Confident enough to try fixing her mistake, stubborn and accountable enough not to run away. It had been years since anyone made my blood run hot like that. As everyone took their seats in the long dining hall, I scanned the table. Michael Carter sat near the middle, looking proud but slightly out of place in his modest suit. And right beside him… was her. I didn’t think twice. “Move,” I told one of the executives quietly. The man scrambled to switch seats without question as I took the chair directly next to Diana, catching the faint scent of her perfume from just where I sat, something soft and feminine that made my co

Diana’s POV I stood in front of the mirror in my tiny apartment, tugging at the hem of my simple black dress. It wasn’t anything fancy, just something I had sewn myself last year with leftover fabric from my fashion projects, but it hugged my curves enough to look decent. Tonight wasn’t about me anyway. It was about Dad. After fifteen years of showing up early, staying late, and taking every extra shift Mr. Hudson’s company threw at him, Dad finally got the promotion he deserved as the regional Manager. I was so proud I could burst into tears of joy, but the thought of going to this fancy dinner at the CEO’s mansion made my stomach twist. “Mom’s with Grandma, so you have to come, sweetheart,” Dad had begged over the phone earlier. “Just one night. Please.” I couldn’t say no to him. Not when he sounded so happy. The drive to the mansion took us through the richest part of the city. Tall gates opened slowly as our old Toyota pulled up, and I stared at the massive house glowing u