MadisonI shook my head with a smile as I closed the bathroom door behind me. The shower hissed to life, steam quickly filling the small space as I stepped under the hot spray. Water cascaded down my back, and I closed my eyes, letting it wash over me. Of course, my mind immediately drifted to Alexander. His words from last night echoed in my head, mixing with the steady drumbeat of water against the tile. What did he mean by "more"? More time? More control? More... us? I scrubbed shampoo into my hair with unnecessary force. The man was infuriating. One minute, it was all business; the next, looking at me with those intense eyes that made my knees weak. And now he wanted to make our arrangement public? Absolutely not. "Just a contract," I reminded myself, rinsing my hair. "Just business." But business deals didn't usually involve meeting mothers or late-night whiskey conversations or the way his hand felt at the small of my back. I groaned, turning my face directly into the spra
MadisonI woke to the sound of clattering in the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through my curtains as I squinted at my phone. 7:13 AM. I groaned, burying my face in my pillow for a moment before another crash jolted me fully awake. "Mom?" I called, throwing back the covers and padding toward the kitchen. I found her standing amid an array of pots and pans, looking slightly guilty. "Morning, sweetheart!" she said with excessive cheer. "I was just going to make us some breakfast." I crossed my arms, leaning against the doorframe. "What happened to resting?" "I've been resting for weeks in that hospital. I'm fine." She reached for a mixing bowl, wincing slightly as she stretched. "Uh-huh." I moved forward, gently taking the bowl from her hands. "Sit. I'll make breakfast." "Madison, I'm perfectly capable—" "Dr. Williams specifically said you need to rest for at least two to three weeks." I guided her toward a chair at the small kitchen table. "No cooking, no cleaning, no strenuous ac
MadisonThe rest of the meal passed with a few more snippets of conversation, mostly about mundane things: the weather, a new movie Mom wanted to see, and the neighbor's dog that wouldn't stop barking. After dinner, I cleared the table and began washing the dishes. The warm, soapy water was a welcome distraction from my swirling thoughts, and the rhythmic motion of scrubbing the plates offered a semblance of peace. Mom, meanwhile, settled on the couch with one of her beloved mystery novels, her glasses perched at the tip of her nose as she lost herself in the pages. "I think I'm going to turn in early," I announced, drying the last plate. "It's been a long day." "Jet lag catching up with you?" Mom asked without looking up from her book. "Something like that." "Sleep well, sweetheart." I retreated to my bedroom, closing the door behind me with a soft click. After the luxury of Alexander's penthouse, the familiar space felt both comforting and confining. I changed into my pajamas
MadisonI unlocked my apartment door as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake my mother. The living room was dark, but a faint light spilled from under her bedroom door. I kicked off my heels and padded toward it, listening for any sounds. "Mom?" I called softly, knocking gently. "Come in, sweetheart." I pushed the door open to find her propped up in bed, reading a magazine. My magazine. With Alexander's face on the cover. "Really, Mom?" I groaned, leaning against the doorframe. She grinned, unrepentant. "Just doing some research on my future son-in-law." "He's not—we're not—" I sputtered, then took a deep breath. "It's still very new." "Hmm." She flipped a page, studying it intently. "Says here he's very wealthy." "Money isn't everything." "Says the girl who's been working extra hours to pay my medical bills." She set the magazine aside, her expression softening. "He seems to care about you." I crossed my arms defensively. "You met him for all of thirty minutes." "A mot
MadisonHe moved closer, his reflection appearing beside mine in the glass. "And what if I want more?" My heart skipped a beat, but I kept my voice steady. "More what? More time? More exclusivity? Just add it to the contract." "You're being deliberately obtuse." I spun to face him. "And you're being deliberately vague. What do you want from me, Alexander?" He stepped closer, invading my personal space in the way he always did. "Right now? This." Before I could react, his hand cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. His eyes darkened as he leaned in, his intention clear. I turned my head slightly, his lips grazing my cheek instead of their intended target. "I'm tired. It's been a long day." Alexander froze for a moment, then stepped back. No force, no pressure—just immediate retreat. "Of course." "My mom just got discharged. I'm jet-lagged from London, and we still have the Vanessa situation hanging over our heads." I tucked my hair behind my ear, avoidin
MadisonI peeked into Mom's room, finding her already dozing. I scribbled a quick note explaining I was going out, left it on her nightstand, and then grabbed my purse. "Ready," I announced, rejoining Alexander in the living room. The ride down in the elevator was silent. I stared at the descending numbers, hyper-aware of Alexander standing beside me, his cologne filling the small space. When we reached the lobby, he guided me through the doors with a light touch at the small of my back. "I sent the driver home," Alexander said once we stepped outside. "I'll drive us." His car waited at the curb, sleek and intimidating like its owner. He opened the passenger door for me, a gesture that felt both gentlemanly and possessive. "Where are we going?" I asked as he slid into the driver's seat. "My place." The engine purred to life, and Alexander pulled into traffic with practiced ease. I watched his hands on the steering wheel, remembering how those same hands had touched me just days