LOGINAlexanderShe studied my face, searching for something. "This isn't about making up for anything. You're his father. You don't have to prove that with expensive gifts." "I'm not trying to prove anything. I just wanted to see him smile." "He smiles plenty without three-hundred-dollar dinosaurs." "Three-fifty." "I heard you the first time." Her lips twitched, almost betraying a smile. She took a breath, her expression shifting to something more thoughtful. "Look, kids appreciate gifts, but too many expensive things at once can actually overwhelm them. They lose the magic of it, you know? Each gift becomes less special when there's always something new and shiny." She paused, studying my face like she was measuring whether I'd take offense. "What I'm saying is, you can definitely give Ethan things. He'd love that. But maybe space them out? One special gift here and there means more than drowning him in toys all at once. That way, each one matters." I processed her words, recognizing
AlexanderI drove home on autopilot, my hands gripping the steering wheel hard enough to make my knuckles white. The city blurred past, all lights and noise I barely registered. My mind was stuck on that hug. The way Madison had frozen in my arms, rigid and uncertain. The way she'd pressed her hands against my chest, not quite pushing me away but not relaxing either. And Ethan. God, Ethan throwing his small arms around my neck like it was the most natural thing in the world. Five years. I'd missed five years of his life. The elevator to my penthouse felt too quiet. Too empty. I stepped inside, and the silence pressed against my chest like a physical weight. The guest room door stood open. I walked over, staring at the rumpled bedding where Ethan had slept. A faint impression remained in the pillow where his head had been. My son had slept here. In my home. For the first time ever. I looked at the photos from the amusement park. That last one in the photo booth. Madison's soft ex
Madison"Come on, sweetheart." I took Ethan's hand, steering him toward the elevator. "Say goodbye to the cloud bed." "Bye, cloud bed!" Ethan waved enthusiastically at the guest room. "I'll miss you!" Alexander followed us, his presence filling the space behind me. The elevator ride down felt endless, Ethan chattering about dinosaurs and tall buildings while I focused on breathing normally. The Bentley waited in the underground garage, all sleek black curves and leather interior that probably cost more than I made in six months. "Can I ride in the front?" Ethan bounced on his toes. "Please, please, please?" "Backseat," I said automatically. "But Mom!" "Backseat, Ethan." Alexander opened the back door, helping Ethan climb in and buckling his seatbelt with surprising competence. "Next time, you can sit in front. When you're taller." "How much taller?" "At least this much." Alexander held his hand several inches above Ethan's head. "I'll grow really fast! I drink milk every da
Madison"Your step-siblings drugged you?" The words felt surreal. "Why would they do that?" Alexander's expression went cold. "You already know the answer." I processed the implication, pieces falling into place. "They wanted to make you look like a drug addict. Destroy your reputation." "Exactly." "But their plan failed." "Thanks to you." His eyes found mine. "You called Dr. Peterson. Got help before things got worse. If you hadn't..." He trailed off, not finishing the thought. The memory surfaced, still vivid after all these years. Alexander, in his penthouse, completely out of it, calling me Katherine. The panic I'd felt, the desperate phone call to Dr. Peterson. That night had changed everything. "How did you find out it was your step-siblings who drugged you?" I asked, needing to understand. Alexander's jaw tightened. "After the engagement, they sent me a gift. Expensive whiskey, a congratulations card, and the whole performance. I thought it was a peace offering. Their w
MadisonSilence settled between us like snow. Neither hostile nor comfortable, just there. I finished my tea, setting the empty mug on the counter with a soft clink. Alexander did the same. The clock on the wall ticked. Eight forty. Ethan would sleep for hours yet, his little body exhausted from the amusement park and sugar crash. I moved away from him, needing movement, needing air, needing something other than this kitchen where Alexander's presence filled every available space. "I'm going to check on him," I said. The guest room was dark except for a sliver of light from the hallway. Ethan lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, one arm flung over his head, the other clutching the edge of his blanket. His mouth hung open slightly, his breathing deep and even. He looked so small in that massive bed. So vulnerable. So completely unaware that his world was about to shift in ways I couldn't predict or control. I smoothed his hair back from his forehead. He didn't stir. "Sweet
Madison"When are you going back to Connecticut?" Alexander's voice cut through the quiet. I set the mug down carefully on the marble counter. "Maybe tomorrow. Why?" "Nothing." He moved closer, close enough that I caught his scent. Expensive cologne mixed with something else, something that was just him. "I want to have a relationship with you, Madison. Not just be Ethan's father. I want us to try again." My breath caught. The words hung between us, heavy and impossible. "I'm asking you on a date," he continued when I didn't respond. "A real one. Just you and me." I stared at him, searching his face for any sign this was manipulation or strategy. But his eyes held something raw, something that looked dangerously close to hope. "Alexander." I picked up my mug again, needing something to hold. "You're still engaged." "I'll end it tomorrow." Tomorrow. Like breaking a five-year engagement was something you could just schedule between morning coffee and lunch meetings. I set down
MadisonAfter we dried off, Alexander disappeared into his closet, returning with a neatly pressed navy blue pencil skirt and a cream silk blouse. "Wear this today," he said, laying the outfit on the bed. I dressed quickly, adding a pair of nude heels from the collection in his closet. When I eme
MadisonI froze, my hand tightening around my water bottle. The voice belonged to Elizabeth Robinson from Marketing. I'd only interacted with her a handful of times, but she'd always struck me as the office gossip. "I heard Mr. Knight's been calling her into his office after hours for weeks now,"
MadisonI could feel Alexander's eyes on me as I leaned against his desk for support, my legs still wobbly. "Look at you," he said, his voice low and appreciative. "Thoroughly fucked and still gorgeous." I brushed my hair out of my face, feeling the flush on my cheeks. "Is that your professional
Madison"Jesus fucking Christ," Alexander hissed, his fingers pinching my nipples. "Your pussy feels amazing." I rolled my hips experimentally, adjusting to the feel of him inside me. His hands moved to my waist, guiding my movements. "That's it," he encouraged, his eyes fixed on where our bodies







