登入Nash's POV "The community board is stalling, Mr. Waylon, but the demolition permits are secured," Viktor, my lead director, said from the other end of the table. "If we press the city council on Friday, we can raze Oak Street Kindergarten to the ground by next week." I sat at the head of the boardroom table, a glass of cold water untouched in front of me. Every word out of Viktor’s mouth felt like nails on a chalkboard. My mind wasn't on the multi-million-dollar deal, nor was it on the board's projected profit margins. My mind was entirely consumed by Noelle Grayson. I could still feel the imprint of her soft thighs when I gripped her in my hands against the elevator walls. I could still smell the lingering vanilla scent on the lapels of my jacket. I had spent the entire night staring at the ceiling, consumed by an addictive, terrifying hunger to bend her to my will until she surrendered completely. "Mr. Waylon? Should we proceed with the council briefing?" Viktor asked, adjust
Noelle's POV The legal notice hit my desk at eight in the morning. It was a temporary notice halting all community appeals, signed by a city judge bought and paid for by Waylon Enterprises, of course. An hour later, my phone buzzed with an unlisted number. "You have forty-eight hours before the bulldozers arrive for demolition, Noelle," Nash’s low, heavy voice vibrated through the speaker, cold and completely relaxed. "Or, you can have dinner with me tonight at Le Sommet. A private room. Just you and me. I’ll freeze the demolition order for two weeks while we negotiate." "You’re blackmailing me," I said, my knuckles white as I gripped the phone. "I’m giving you a fighting chance," he replied smoothly. "Eight o'clock. Don't be late." He hung up before I could refuse. I hated him with every fiber of my being, but the school was everything to me. I had to go. At eight sharp, l was at his exclusive penthouse. Nash was already seated at the table. He looked dangerously handsome i
Nash's POV The room was too quiet when I opened my eyes. My arm swept across the mattress, expecting to find soft, warm flesh, but I met empty sheets instead. I sat up abruptly, the duvet falling to my waist. The king-sized bed was empty. "Damn it," I muttered, rubbing a hand down my face. Her scent lingered everywhere—sweet vanilla mixed with the dark, heavy musk of the hours we’d spent tangled together. It was infuriating. No woman had ever walked out on me. They usually lingered, waiting for a phone number, or a grand gesture or money. They always wanted money and I had enough to go around. But she had vanished completely, no note, no nothing. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, my muscles tight and aching in a way that reminded me vividly of how hard I’d taken her last night. She hadn't given me her name, and in the heat of the night, I hadn't cared. Now, it was driving me insane. I remembered her curvy full hips, the soft flesh of her thighs, and t
Noelle's POV I didn't belong here. I just knew it. I didn't belong in a luxury masked gala, hosted in a penthouse, filled with people in silk dresses and expensive suits. But I had to unwind, so here I am, hoping to get a night of escape from the crushing stress of the past month. Tomorrow, the city council was holding a vote to acquire Oak Street Kindergarten—my school, my home, my life’s work. Nash Waylon, that arrogant prick, was pressing to buy the block and knock it down to build luxury apartments. I was ready to fight him to death. Tonight, though, I just wanted to forget. I was walking over to the balcony to get some fresh air when I felt it, a heavy, electric gaze burning into the side of my face. I turned my head and stopped dead. Standing near the bar was a towering man in a sharp black tuxedo. He wore a jet-black lace mask that covered the upper half of his face, but it couldn't hide his hard, carved jawline or the intense, piercing gaze of his eyes. He didn't l
Dean's POVI stared at her across the short stretch of kitchen island, the half-spiced chicken forgotten behind me, oil still cooling on my skin. Becca’s cheeks were flushed the same deep pink they’d been last night in that hallway, her mouth parted like she couldn’t quite catch her breath. The short dress she wore barely covered the tops of her thighs. Every time she shifted her weight I caught another flash of bare skin, and the memory of her fingers working between her legs by the pool made my cock throb against the soft fabric of my shorts.“Prove it,” I said.Her eyes snapped up to mine. “What?”“Prove you’re not wet right now.” I turned to the sink, flipped the faucet on, and scrubbed the spice and oil from my hands with more force than necessary. Soap, rinse, dry. When I faced her again she still hadn’t moved. “Do you mean that if I dip my fingers into your pussy right now I won’t find you wet and already soaking?”She found her voice at last, grit it out between clenched teet
Becca's POVI stood at the kitchen island with a mug of chamomile tea warming my palms, the short cotton dress I’d thrown on after my shower brushing the tops of my thighs. Mom and Richard had left for Italy before the sun was fully up. Two weeks. Fourteen days alone in this ridiculous mansion with the one person I least wanted to share oxygen with.My mind kept drifting back to the pool.An hour ago I’d been in the water, swimming hard, trying to burn off the restless energy that had followed me out of sleep. But every time I closed my eyes underwater, it was his face I saw. Dean. Dark eyes. That lazy, knowing smile from the hallway last night. The way he’d said sister like it was both a joke and a promise. The images wouldn’t leave. His hands on someone else’s hips. The wet sound of him pulling out. Then, unbidden, those same hands on me.I hadn’t meant to touch myself. I’d only meant to dry off and go inside. But the second I sat on that lounge the need had hit so sharp and sudde
“Absolutely not.” I crossed my arms, glaring at mum as she folded my pink sweater into the bag. “I’m not spending an entire weekend in some dusty cabin with Aunt Linda and her arrogant sons. Especially Caleb.”Mum didn’t even look at me. “Sera, honey, it’s a mini family reunion. Your aunt hasn’t se
Aima's pov My body was still buzzing from the last creampie, his cum slowly leaking from my swollen pussy onto the sheets. I trembled as he reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out two items, my pink rose vibrator and a pair of shiny metal nipple clamps.“Look at you,” he murmured, his vo
Aima's povI hesitated, then parted my lips, sucking his fingers clean. The act felt filthy and thrilling. He watched me with hungry eyes.“Good girl.” He positioned himself higher, his cock resting on my stomach. “You’re going to learn to obey me this weekend with every touch I place on your body
Aima's PovMy heart raced as I watched my parents’ car disappear down the long driveway. The weekend stretched before me like an endless promise of freedom. Finally! Ever since Marcus came back I'd been a tight horny slut. I needed a release. I needed my rose. I needed him! Unfortunately he never







