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I barely slept. Margaret’s stare haunted me, her “first thing tomorrow” echoing in my head.I walked into the office, my stomach in knots. Margaret’s office door stared at me. I knocked, heart pounding.“Come in,” she called sharply.I stepped inside, forcing a smile. “Morning, Margaret.”“Sit, Sierra.” She didn’t look up from her laptop. “Close the door.”I did, sitting stiffly.“About yesterday, the elevator.” Her eyes flicked to me, cold. “You and Cole looked… disheveled.”“It was hot in there,” I said, too fast. “Stuffy. No air.”She raised an eyebrow. “Stuffy.”“Yeah. Thirty minutes stuck. It was rough.”She leaned back, arms crossed. “You’re new here, Sierra. I expect professionalism. No gossip, no distractions.”“I understand.”“Do you?” Her gaze pinned me. “I saw your blouse. Torn buttons. Cole’s tie was a mess.”My throat tightened. “It was an accident. My bag caught—”“Save it.” She tapped her pen. “Just thought to let you know that inappropriate conduct isn't encouraged her

The ElevatorThe next morning, I marched into the office with one goal: avoid Cole Maddox like my life depended on it. I’d be professional, focus on work, and steer clear of him.I glued myself to my desk, drowning in emails and spreadsheets.“You okay, Sierra?” my coworker Lexi asked, popping by.“Fine,” I said, not looking up. “Just busy.”I took the long route to the break room, avoiding Cole’s office. I had no texts from him. Good. Maybe he knew I meant it when I said we were done. But my nerves were alert. Every footstep made me jump, expecting his voice, but he stayed away. I should’ve been relieved, but weirdly, I wasn't.By 5:30, I was done. I bolted for the elevator, the office half-empty. I hit the button, glancing back. No Cole. The doors opened, and I stepped in, exhaling.Then, a hand stopped the doors. Cole.He stepped inside, eyes on me. The elevator doors shut, trapping us. My stomach flipped.“Going somewhere?” he asked, leaning against the wall.“Home,” I said, stari

I didn’t move. Cole didn’t blink.My hand gripped my new leather bag like it could keep me from falling. My breath was uneven, heart pounding in my ears. We just stared at each other. Like the night before had never ended.He was already standing behind his desk, arms folded, sleeves rolled, that same watch from that night on his wrist. No tie, just a button-down shirt unbuttoned at the top. The same smug mouth. Same eyes that had seen way too much of me.He closed the folder. “Have a seat, Sierra.”“You…” My voice cracked. “You’re my boss?”“Yeah.”"This is a joke.”“It’s not.”“I didn’t know—”“I just found out ten minutes ago when HR forwarded your employment file.”“You knew before I walked in?”He nodded once. “Saw your picture. It took me by surprise. Wasn’t expecting that.”I sank into the chair. My body felt like it didn’t belong to me. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”He leaned forward. “This doesn’t have to be complicated.”“We had sex last night.”“I recall.”“In your bed.”H

“You know you deserve this, right?” Jas shouted over the noise. “Top firm in the city. Full-time. Salary. Benefits.”The music played too loudly, the drinks were too strong, and I hadn’t stopped smiling since my second shot of tequila.“I know,” I laughed. “I’m still waiting for someone to pinch me.”“You’re officially a corporate girlie now,” Zoe said, handing me another drink. “No more broke girl dinners.”They dragged me back to the dance floor, and I let them. I had spent the past six months in a constant state of burnout. Now, I had the job. And for one night, I wanted to forget about what came next.That’s when I saw him.He was standing at the bar, tall, broad shoulders under a black shirt rolled at the sleeves, sipping from a glass like he owned the whole damn place. His eyes met mine— direct and intense, like he already knew what I tasted like.“God, he’s hot,” Jas whispered. “A night with him is enough reward for surviving your twenties.”“I’m not—” I started, but she gave m

LenaI froze, my hand clenching my hoodie tightly. Lucian’s voice sliced through again.“Was it better than when I fucked you?”I turned slowly. “Are you seriously asking me that?”He stepped forward. “You didn’t say no.”“I didn’t say yes.”He was close now, arms folded, that signature calm rage dancing in his eyes. “So you did let him fuck you.”“I let you fuck me too,” I snapped. “Are we keeping score now?”Lucian raised a brow. “You want to talk scores, sweetheart? Then let’s talk about debts.”I swallowed, my voice tightening. “No. Let’s talk about the one that’s been paid.”His expression didn’t change, but I saw something flicker behind his eyes. I didn’t stop.“I’ve done everything you asked. I stayed. I gave you my body. I let you and your brothers fuck me, use me, own me.” The words made me realize just how much I'd given and the anger filled me with bravery.Lucian said nothing.“I want out.”That got a reaction.His jaw ticked. “You don’t get to decide that.”“I do,” I sai

LenaI stayed wrapped in that blanket long after Rafe left the room, my mind replaying the events of the night. I drifted in and out of sleep, until morning came and I couldn't take it anymore.Until I heard Matteo’s voice echo in my head.“He’s fucked, Lucian. He fell for her.”He was wrong for that.I stood, yanked a hoodie over my half-naked body, and stormed down the hall until I found him— leaning against the kitchen counter, casually eating an apple like he hadn’t just tried to tear my world apart.“Nice of you to knock,” Matteo muttered, barely looking up.“You think this is funny?” I retorted, stepping closer.He smirked, chewing slowly. “A little.”I slapped the apple from his hand. It hit the floor with a loud thud.He raised an eyebrow. “Fierce.”“You told Lucian Rafe’s in love with me.”“I didn’t tell him anything,” Matteo said, pushing off the counter. “I implied. Big difference.”“You knew what you were doing,” I hissed. “You wanted him to punish Rafe and myself."Matteo

I sat at the head of the table in the meeting room, my arms folded across my chest, trying to keep my expression unreadable.Rafael leaned against the wall, arms crossed, Viktor stood near the window, expressionless, and Ivan sat beside me. The tension in the room was thick and heavy, and I knew what was coming next.Rafael was the first to speak.“So,” he said, cutting straight to it. “Dimitri Romanov.”His voice dropped low over the name, and I flinched before I could stop myself. They all noticed. Ivan’s eyes flicked toward me, his jaw tightening.“We need to know what went down between you two,” Viktor said, his voice steady and calm.I nodded once. “Yeah,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You do.”Rafael pushed off the wall and came closer. “You want to tell us?”I hesitated. Everything in me screamed to shove it back down, bury it like I always did. But that wasn’t an option anymore. Dimitri wasn’t just a nightmare from the past. He was back, and this time, we all had something to lose

Come in.”I'd been sitting in my office, scanning through papers as I waited, my thoughts scattered, when a knock came at the door.Viktor stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “He’s here.”"Where is he?""The interrogation room. Rafael and Ivan are already there."I nodded without saying a word and left, Viktor falling in step beside me as we walked down the hallway. The door to the room was open when we got there. Rafael stood inside with his arms crossed. Ivan sat at the table, silent. He was only here because he insisted.Cesar was seated in the steel chair in the center of the room, wrists bound but otherwise untouched. He’d come willingly— his expression unreadable.He looked up as I entered. “Isadora."I didn’t respond.Ivan’s voice cut through the room. “Start talking.”Cesar leaned back a little. “I came here, didn’t I?”“You came because you were out of moves,” Rafael said flatly.Cesar tilted his head. “Or maybe I came to give you something.”I stepped forward slowl

"You awake?" Ivan called, his voice rough.I'd fallen into a light sleep for some minutes, tangled in the sheets, Ivan’s arm draped heavy across my waist. We’d just had rounds of sex. Not just sex— something else. Something more intimate, deeper. After everything. After the shooting. After the tension. After him almost dying for me.“Kind of.” I kept my eyes closed. “You?”“Barely. You snore, by the way.”I scoffed, turning onto my back. “I do not.”“You do. Like a dying bear.”“You’re such a liar.”He grinned at me, half-asleep. “A sexy liar, though.”I rolled my eyes. “It's morning already and we barely got any sleep.""I know," he affirmed as he stretched, his muscles flexing under the sheets. Then he winced and grabbed his side.“You okay?” I asked, instantly sitting up.“Yeah. It just stings a little.”I pulled the blanket off of him, seeing the edge of the bandage. “Did you even clean this last night?”“We were… distracted.”“Yeah, well, you’re lucky you didn’t rip your stitches

I didn’t know what this was, what we were doing, but right now, I didn’t care. I just wanted more.“Round three?” I whispered, nipping at his earlobe.Ivan groaned, already hardening beneath me. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”His eyes were locked on mine, dark and intense, like he was seeing straight through me.“You’re insatiable,” I said, straddling his thighs, my hands resting on his chest.“Says you.” His hands slid up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. “You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me.”I smirked and leaned down to kiss him. “You’re not complaining.”“Never.” He deepened the kiss, and I felt that familiar pull, like my body was already craving him again. But this time, it was time for something different. I pulled back, breathless, and slid off the bed.“Get up.”He raised an eyebrow, propping himself on his elbows. “Where are we going?”“You’ll see.”I grabbed his hand, tugging him to his feet. He winced slightly, his injury reminding us

I kissed Ivan’s neck, his hands tightening on my hips as he urged me closer, but I held back, enjoying the desperation. I wanted to wreck him, just like I promised, but I also wanted to drag this out, make him beg for it.“You’re teasing me,” he growled, his voice laced with need.“Maybe. You got a problem with that?”“Big problem.” His fingers dug into my thighs, trying to pull me down. “You’re killing me here, Isadora.”“Good.” I smirked, shifting just enough to graze him with my wetness but not giving him what he wanted. “You’re not the only one who gets to play dirty.”He groaned and tipped his head back. “You’re gonna pay for this.”“Promises, promises.” I leaned down, my breasts brushing his chest as I whispered in his ear. “You want me again? Earn it.”His eyes flashed, dark and dangerous. “Oh, I will.”Before I could react, he flipped us over, ignoring the wince that flickered across his face from his injury. I gasped as my back hit the mattress, his body pinning me down. His

IsadoraThere was no hesitation, no patience. Just raw, pent-up hunger. The kind we’d both been burying for far too long.I grabbed his face and kissed him back like I’d been starving. Because I had. Because I hated how much I wanted this, how much I wanted him. His hands moved over my body with the kind of desperation that made it clear he’d been holding back just as much. I climbed onto the bed, straddling him slowly, careful of his injury even as my mouth devoured his.“You should be resting,” I murmured against his lips, breathless.“I’ll rest when I’m dead,” he muttered “Right now I want you.”“You’re hurt—”“So?"I leaned back, eyeing him. “You sure you can handle me?”“I’ve handled worse.”I laughed and tugged my shirt off, dropping it to the floor. “You talk too much.”“You like it."He reached behind my back, unclasping my bra with one hand like he’d done it a hundred times. The way his eyes darkened when I tossed it aside made my chest tighten.“Fuck,” he muttered, then lean