MadisonI was deep into reconciling the budget projections for the Manhattan project when my desk phone rang. I picked it up while still typing with my free hand. "Madison Harper speaking." "Miss Harper, I have a Herbert Hayes here to see Mr. Knight." The security desk's voice crackled through the line. "One moment, please." I checked Alexander's calendar—11:30 AM meeting—which was right on schedule. "Yes, please send him up." I returned to my spreadsheets, determined to finish before my lunch break. The soft ding of the elevator barely registered until footsteps approached my desk. I looked up to find an older gentleman standing before me. He was impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit that had clearly been tailored to his frame. Silver hair swept back from a distinguished face marked with laugh lines around his eyes. I guessed him to be in his mid-fifties. "Good morning," I said, offering a professional smile. "You must be Mr. Hayes. Mr. Knight is expecting you. Please, go right
MadisonThe car pulled away from the curb. I sat quietly, watching the city lights blur past the window. Alexander's fingers tapped rapidly against his phone screen, his brow furrowed in concentration. After several minutes of silence, he finally set his phone down. "The Harrington Foundation expects to raise over eight million tonight." "That's impressive," I replied, turning toward him. "What causes do they support?" "Medical research, primarily." His eyes finally took me in properly, lingering on the neckline of my dress. "You look acceptable." I bit back a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Knight." His hand moved to my knee, fingers tracing small circles just above the slit in my dress. "Did you follow all my instructions?" "Yes." I felt my pulse quicken as his hand slid higher. "Show me." I glanced toward the privacy partition separating us from John, confirming it was closed before reaching for the slit in my dress. I parted the fabric, revealing the black lace underneath. Alexand
MadisonAlexander removed his hands from her waist, but his eyes remained locked on her face. His smile wasn't the polite business smile he gave investors or the professional one I'd seen during meetings. This was something different, something genuine that reached his eyes and made them crinkle at the corners. Who was she? My mind raced through possibilities. Was this the mysterious Katherine he'd called me that night when he was drugged? She didn't even match the blonde woman from the photograph I'd spotted in his penthouse – the one that disappeared so quickly after I noticed it. This woman had chestnut hair that cascaded in perfect waves down her back, not blonde locks. A friend or relative, perhaps? Or, more likely, another ex-girlfriend or hookup from Alexander's extensive past. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what she wanted and had probably gotten Alexander at some point. I shifted my weight, trying not to feel invisible as they continu
Madison"Something on your mind, Ms. Harper?" Alexander's voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to find him studying me, his expression unreadable. "No, Mr. Knight." "Liar," he said softly. "You've been fidgeting for the past ten minutes." "I wasn't aware my comfort level was of interest to you in public settings," I replied, surprising myself with my boldness. A flicker of amusement crossed his face. "Everything about you interests me, Ms. Harper. Even your discomfort." "How kind," I muttered. Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curving into that infuriating half-smile that meant he was enjoying my discomfort. "You want to know who she is." It wasn't a question. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze directly. "No, I don't." "Really?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing me. "I was about to tell you, but if you're not interested..." He shrugged one shoulder, the movement elegant beneath his perfectly tailored tuxedo. "Then I don't need to explain." I bit th
MadisonI felt a small, petty surge of satisfaction watching her forced to engage in small talk when she clearly wanted to be elsewhere, specifically with Alexander. Alexander seemed oblivious to her predicament, his attention still focused on the diamond necklace and, more disturbingly, on my neck. I resisted the urge to cover my throat with my hand. "Shall we look at the other items?" I suggested, desperate to move away before she managed to extricate herself from the silver-haired man. "No need," Alexander replied, his eyes still on the necklace. "I've found what interests me." I glanced back at the mystery woman, who was now nodding politely at whatever the older gentleman was saying while her eyes repeatedly darted in our direction. The tension in her shoulders was visible even from across the room. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, startling me. "The silent auction is now closed. Please make your way to the payment area if you've bee
MadisonAs she sashayed away, I couldn't help myself. "'I'll be in touch,'" I mimicked under my breath, pitching my voice higher. "'We should catch up properly. I'll text you.'" I rolled my eyes. Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Jealousy looks good on you, Ms. Harper." "I'm not jealous," I replied automatically, heat rising to my cheeks. He chuckled, then held out the small boutique bag to me. "For you." I took it hesitantly, feeling the weight of the box inside. "The necklace?" "What were you two discussing?" he asked instead of answering, his eyes scanning my face. I sighed, clutching the bag tighter. "Your friend or ex-girlfriend or whatever she is took my number. She wants me to update her on your whereabouts so she can 'accidentally' run into you. Like I'm supposed to be her personal Alexander-tracking device." "Caroline does this with all my personal assistants. She's harmless." "Harmless?" I repeated incredulously. "She practically threatened me." "She's dramatic," he sai
MadisonAs we stepped into the penthouse, the silence wrapped around us like a blanket. The lights of Manhattan twinkled beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a backdrop that belonged in a movie, not my real life. Alexander locked the door behind us with a definitive click that sent a shiver down my spine. I stood in the vast living room, still clutching the boutique bag with the diamond necklace. Its weight seemed to grow heavier as Alexander's eyes remained fixed on me. "Take it out," he commanded, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the nearest chair. I carefully removed the velvet box from the bag, holding it in my palm as if it might bite me. The diamonds inside were worth more than my entire year's salary, likely several years' worth. "Put it on," Alexander said, loosening his tie completely and pulling it free from his collar with a soft hiss of fabric. I opened the box, staring at the necklace. "Right now?" "Yes, right now. I want to see it on you." I
MadisonHe withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. "Turn around." I did as he ordered, my ass stinging pleasantly where he'd spanked me. He looked me over, his eyes lingering on the diamond necklace at my throat, then lower to my breasts and between my legs. "On your knees," he commanded. I sank down, the plush carpet cushioning my knees. He stood over me, still in his boxer briefs, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. "Take it out," he said. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight. "Open," he said, his hand tangling in my hair. I parted my lips, and he guided himself into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating. I took him as deep as I could, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size. "Fuck," he groaned, his grip tightening in my hair. "Your mouth feels amazing." I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, usi
MadisonI straightened my blouse as Alexander zipped up his pants, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He looked as composed as ever, not a hair out of place. How did he do that? I felt like I'd been through a hurricane. "Ready to go shopping?" he asked casually as if we hadn't just had mind-blowing sex against his office window. "Now? Can't we go after work?" I asked, trying to tame my hair into something presentable. "I have the Miller file to finish, and—" "The Miller file can wait." Alexander grabbed his keys from the desk. "I want to see you in something new. Something that screams 'project manager' rather than 'assistant I occasionally bend over my desk.'" My cheeks burned. "Mr. Knight!" "What? It's just facts." He opened his office door, instantly transforming into the professional CEO everyone else knew. "After you, Miss Harper." I walked past him, hyperaware of the eyes following us as we crossed the office floor. Did they know? Could they tell what we'd been doing minutes a
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