MadisonI spent Friday night buried in real estate books instead of buried under Alexander Knight. Progress, I suppose. "Understanding Commercial Property Development" stared back at me from my coffee table, mocking me with its heft and academic tone. I'd made it through twenty pages before my eyes glazed over. The stack of books Alexander had given me loomed like a paper Tower of Babel. "Okay, Madison," I muttered, cracking open the book again. "You can memorize marketing strategies and quarterly projections. You can handle a little real estate jargon." Three hours and one cup of coffee later, I'd filled half a notebook with terms I needed to G****e: cap rates, NOI calculations, and tenant improvement allowances. My brain felt like it was trying to learn Mandarin overnight. I fell asleep with "Commercial Real Estate Finance Fundamentals" open on my chest, dreaming of buildings that kept changing shape every time I tried to appraise them. Saturday morning arrived with sunshine str
MadisonThe page loaded agonizingly slowly, each pixel revealing what I was certain would be my professional funeral. But the face that appeared wasn't Alexander's. And the woman wasn't me. "Tech Giant Joseph Walden Caught in Steamy Affair with Assistant" Relief flooded through me so intensely that I actually laughed out loud. Not us. Thank god, not us. I scrolled through the article, reading about how this Joseph person—CEO of some software company I'd never heard of—had been photographed kissing his assistant on a yacht in the Mediterranean. The article was filled with salacious details and anonymous "insider" quotes about their "torrid office romance." My phone buzzed again with another message from Hazel: "There's more! Check these out!" She sent three more links to similar stories. "Media Frenzy: Billionaire CEO-Assistant Relationship Rocks Corporate World" "Office Romance Gone Public: The Risks of Dating the Boss" "Power Imbalance or True Love? The Ethics of Executive-As
MadisonMonday morning arrived with gray skies and the promise of rain. I toweled off after my shower, contemplating my wardrobe choices while the local news droned on in the background. I selected a navy pencil skirt and cream blouse—professional but not trying too hard. After applying minimal makeup and twisting my hair into a sleek bun, I grabbed my bag and headed out. The cab ride to Knight Industries was uneventful. I scrolled through emails, trying to focus on work rather than that ridiculous article about Alexander and Penelope. The thought still niggled at me, though I'd convinced myself it was nothing but clickbait. When I reached the office, the usual morning bustle was in full swing. I nodded to security, grabbed a coffee from the break room, and headed toward my desk. Alexander was already in his office. A rare sight at this hour. That was unusual. Alexander rarely arrived before nine, and it was barely eight-thirty. I set my coffee down and organized my desk quickly b
Madison"I'm developing a headache from your interrogation, Mr. Knight," I retorted. He laughed then, a genuine sound transforming his face, making him look younger and almost approachable. Almost. "Now, about yesterday evening," he said, his tone shifting back to business. "You'll need to make that up to me." I raised an eyebrow. "I already apologized for missing our meeting." "Apologies are nice," Alexander said, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered on my skin, sending electricity coursing through me. "But I had plans for us yesterday. Plans that now need rescheduling." "What kind of plans?" I asked, my voice embarrassingly breathy. His hand moved to cup my cheek, thumb brushing lightly across my lower lip. I waited for him to say something explicitly, to detail exactly what he'd planned for me yesterday evening. Something filthy that would make me blush and squirm. Something about bending me over his desk or taking me against the wa
MadisonI stood outside my apartment building at exactly six o'clock, shivering slightly in the evening breeze. The expensive cocktail dress I chose was black with a sweetheart neckline and a hem that hit just above my knees. It was elegant without being overtly sexy, making it perfect for whatever surprise Alexander had planned. Despite his instructions, I opted to wear black lace underwear matching the dress. I figured I could always slip them off in the bathroom if he insisted. There was no way I was walking around all evening feeling exposed and vulnerable. Five minutes passed. Then ten. I checked my phone. No messages, no missed calls. Where was the car Alexander promised? At 6:15, I was about to text him when a sleek black car pulled up to the curb. The window rolled down, revealing Alexander's handsome face and that infuriating smirk. "You're late," I said as John, Alexander's driver, got out and opened the back door for me. "Actually, you're exactly on time," Alexander re
AlexanderSunday morning greeted me with perfect golfing weather: clear skies, mild temperature, and just enough breeze to make things interesting. It was the kind of day that almost made me forget the past week's chaos. I lined up my shot on the third hole, feeling the familiar weight of the club in my hands. The ball sailed through the air in a perfect arc, landing just shy of the green. "Not bad," Anthony said, leaning on his club. "But watch this." His swing was too aggressive, sending the ball veering right into a sand trap. I couldn't help but smirk. "Shut up," he muttered before I could say anything. "I didn't say a word." "Your face said plenty." He grimaced, watching his ball's unfortunate resting place. "Damn it." I chuckled, climbing into the golf cart. "Maybe stick to medicine. Your patients can't run away when you butcher them." The course stretched before us, immaculate green against the Manhattan skyline. As Anthony struggled with his sand shot, my mind d
AlexanderI glanced around the hallway, half expecting to see someone peering at us through a cracked door. The place reeked of cheap air freshener and something I couldn't quite identify—possibly last week's takeout."Let me ask someone," Leo said, already moving toward the neighboring apartment. "These walls look thin enough that someone must've heard something.""Be my guest." I leaned against the wall, immediately regretting it when I felt something sticky against my shoulder. "Jesus Christ."Leo knocked on 3C's door with more enthusiasm than the situation warranted. After a moment, the door creaked open to reveal a middle-aged woman in a bathrobe, a cigarette dangling from her lips."Yeah?" She eyed us suspiciously, not bothering to remove the cigarette.Leo flashed his most charming smile. "Sorry to bother you, ma'am. We're looking for Tyler Phillips? He lives next door."She snorted, ash falling to the floor. "Good luck with that. Tyler's barely here.""Do you know when he migh
AlexanderThe car door opened and Madison slipped in beside me, a vision in that black cocktail dress. The sweetheart neckline offered just enough glimpse of her cleavage to make my mouth water, and the hemline hit her legs at exactly the right spot to show off those killer calves. Her hair was swept up in some fancy twist that exposed the delicate curve of her neck. Fuck, she was gorgeous. And she had no idea. "You're late," she said primly. "Actually, you're exactly on time." I couldn't help the smirk that formed on my lips. "I just wanted to see you standing there, waiting for me." The slight flush that colored her cheeks was worth it. I loved getting under her skin, watching her try to maintain that professional composure while I deliberately pushed her buttons. After some small talk about our destination, I decided to address the elephant in the room. My hand reached her knee, sliding upward beneath her dress. "What's this?" I murmured, running my finger along the edge of h
MadisonAlexander came up behind me, his hard cock pressing against my ass. "Look at you," he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. "So fucking beautiful." His fingers found my nipples again, pinching and rolling them until I was squirming against him. One hand traveled down my stomach to my pussy, finding me still wet and sensitive. "Already ready for more," he observed, satisfaction evident in his voice. "Such a greedy little cunt." "Please," I whispered, pushing back against him. "I need you inside me again." He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust forward, filling me completely once more. I gasped, my forehead falling forward to rest against the glass. The contrast of the cool window against my overheated skin made me shiver. "Look out," Alexander commanded, his hands gripping my hips. "Look at the city while I fuck you." I forced my eyes open, taking in the sprawling view of Manhattan below us: office buildings, streets filled with tiny cars, and people
MadisonHis tongue found my clit, circling it with maddening precision while his fingers pumped in and out. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building rapidly in my core. "That's it," he encouraged as I rocked back against his face. "Fuck my fingers. Show me how much you want it." I moaned shamelessly, past caring how I looked or sounded. All that mattered was the coiling tension in my belly and the skilled ministrations of his tongue and fingers. He added a third finger, the stretch burning slightly before giving way to pleasure. His other hand reached around to pinch my nipple hard, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. "Fuck!" I gasped, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. "You gonna come on my tongue?" he asked, his voice rough with arousal. "Come for me, Madison. Let me taste it." His fingers curled inside me, hitting my g-spot perfectly while his tongue flicked rapidly over my clit. The combination was too much. I came with a cry, my pussy
MadisonI moaned as he worked his fingers faster, my hips moving in rhythm with his hand. The wall was cold against my back, perfectly contrasting the heat building between my legs. "Someone could walk in," I whispered, clutching his shoulders. "Door's locked. And besides," he nipped at my earlobe, "the risk makes it hotter, doesn't it? Knowing the entire office is just outside while I finger-fuck you against my wall?" My inner walls clenched around his fingers at his words. Damn him for knowing exactly what to say. "Look at you," he growled, his eyes dark with lust. "So fucking responsive. Your nipples are hard already, and I haven't even touched your tits." As if to remedy that oversight, his free hand moved to my blouse, deftly undoing the buttons before pushing my bra up. The cool air hit my exposed breasts, making my nipples tighten further. "Perfect," he murmured, lowering his head to take one peak into his mouth. I cried out, my back arching off the wall as he sucked har
MadisonThe elevator doors slid open, and I stepped onto the executive floor. The office was quieter than usual, probably because I'd arrived earlier than normal. After yesterday's chaos, I wanted to get a head start on the day. I set my purse down at my desk and glanced toward Alexander's office. I could see him already at his desk, focused on his computer screen. Of course, he'd beaten me here. The man probably never slept. I smoothed down my pencil skirt, took a deep breath, and walked to his door, knocking lightly before entering. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," I said, trying to sound professional despite the memories of our kiss in his car last night. Alexander looked up, his eyes immediately traveling from my face down to my heels and back up again in a quick assessment that somehow made me feel both appreciated and undressed at the same time. "Madison," he replied, his voice low and rich. "Sleep well?" "Yes, thank you." I walked further into his office. "How long have you be
MadisonWhen I woke the next morning, sunlight streamed through my curtains. I felt more rested than I had in days. I stretched, my muscles protesting slightly after yesterday's tension. After another quick shower to fully wake myself up, I headed to the kitchen. I whipped up some scrambled eggs with spinach and toast, humming to myself as I worked. I was halfway through my breakfast when my phone buzzed with a text. Hazel's name flashed on the screen, and I swiped to read her message. Hazel: OMG GUESS WHO'S A FINANCIAL GENIUS NOW??? ME!!! I frowned at my phone, confused. Another message popped up before I could reply. Hazel: I bought Knight Industries stock yesterday morning when all that drama hit! Then, I sold some shares at close. I made a $340 profit in ONE DAY!!! My fork clattered against my plate. What the hell? Hazel had never shown any interest in the stock market before. I quickly typed back. Me: Since when have you been playing the stock market??? Hazel: Since I rea
MadisonI leaned against the wall in Alexander's office, watching him take the last of his calls for the day. The Bloomberg interview had gone even better than the first, and the Fox Business segment had been nearly perfect. Alexander had been calm, articulate, and confident enough to reassure investors without seeming arrogant. "That's correct," he said into the phone, his voice steady. "Knight Industries welcomes any regulatory review. Our books are open, our practices are transparent, and these allegations are baseless." He paused, listening. "Yes, I understand. Thank you for your support." He hung up and ran a hand through his hair, looking tired but satisfied. "Good news?" I asked. "The market's closed, and we ended down only four percent. Some of our other stocks performed better, some worse, but overall..." He shrugged. "It could have been much worse." "That's a relief," I said, feeling the tension that had been coiled in my shoulders all day finally start to loosen. Alex
MadisonI watched Alexander wrap up the CNBC interview with practiced ease. His final words—delivered with unwavering confidence—seemed to resonate with the interviewer, who nodded appreciatively. "And there you have it," the host concluded. "Alexander Knight, CEO of Knight Industries, addressing the allegations head-on. We'll continue to follow this developing story throughout the trading day." The red light on the camera blinked off, and Alexander loosened his posture slightly. "How'd I do?" he asked, turning to me as a technician removed his microphone. "Perfect," I replied honestly. "Confident without seeming defensive. The bit about welcoming regulatory scrutiny was particularly effective." He nodded, checking his phone. "The market's been open for twenty minutes. We're down fourteen percent—better than expected." The PR director approached with a tablet. "Mr. Knight, excellent job. We've already got requests from Bloomberg and Fox Business for follow-ups this afternoon."
Madison"Then we'll buy back shares at a discount," Alexander replied smoothly. "Our cash reserves are more than adequate, and it would be an excellent use of capital." This answer seemed to satisfy most of the room, and I noticed several approving nods. "Now," Alexander continued, "I have a series of media appearances scheduled to begin shortly. The best thing all of you can do is project confidence. Call your contacts. Reassure your networks. The worst thing for Knight Industries right now would be for our own leadership to appear panicked." The meeting continued for another thirty minutes, with the executive team outlining specific recovery strategies. I noticed that despite the crisis, most people in the room seemed to be backing Alexander. Even those who had initially expressed anger or concern were now nodding along with his plan. As the meeting wrapped up, board members began filing out, many stopping to speak briefly with Alexander. I stayed close, making note of any c
MadisonThe ride to Knight Industries was tense but quick. Alexander drove with focused precision, occasionally checking his phone at red lights. We arrived at 7:45 AM, pulling into his reserved parking spot. "Take notes on everything. We'll need a complete record of this meeting," Alexander instructed as we entered the building. "Of course, Mr. Knight." The executive floor was buzzing with activity despite the early hours. Staff members hurried about with determined expressions, and I could feel the tension in the air. The usual morning chatter was replaced with hushed, urgent conversations and the constant ringing of phones. Alexander strode ahead of me toward the main boardroom, his presence commanding immediate attention from everyone we passed. I followed closely behind, tablet in hand, ready for what promised to be an intense meeting. "The board members are already arriving," I informed him, checking my watch. "Most of the major shareholders have confirmed attendance as wel