MadisonThe rain pounded relentlessly against the windows of Alexander's car as we navigated the dark, labyrinthine streets of New York. Each droplet seemed to hammer against the glass with a sense of urgency, mirroring the rapid, anxious beating of my heart. The city lights outside transformed into a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, diffused and distorted by the rain-streaked windows. This created an almost dreamlike atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the tension coiling inside the car. "You're quiet," Alexander observed, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Just wondering what we're going to find," I replied, watching his profile in the dim light. The sharp angles of his face looked even more severe in the shadows. "You haven't exactly been forthcoming about where we're going." "Vanessa Caldwell," he said simply. My head snapped toward him. "And we're just... what? Going to have a friendly chat with the woman who tried to drug you?" Alexander's mouth curved into a cold s
MadisonMom tilted her head. "What was that?""Nothing," I said quickly. "I'm going to change and make dinner. Any requests?""Something that doesn't involve quinoa or kale," she replied, shuffling back to the couch. "I've had enough health food in the hospital to last a lifetime."I smiled despite myself. "I'll see what I can do."In my room, I changed into comfortable leggings and an oversized NYU sweatshirt, letting my hair down from its tight bun. My scalp thanked me instantly. After washing off my makeup, I headed to the kitchen to assess our dinner options.The refrigerator offered limited inspiration: some chicken breasts, vegetables, and half a block of cheese. I pulled out the chicken and started chopping onions and bell peppers, my mind drifting to Alexander. The way he'd looked at me in his office earlier, with that intensity that made my knees weak. The gentleness in his voice when he asked about Mom."Need help?" Mom appeared in the doorway, interrupting my thoughts."Abs
Madison"We'll keep it private for now." A small smile played on his lips. "You drive a hard bargain, Ms. Harper." Relief washed over me. "Thank you." "Don't thank me yet." He took another step closer, his voice dropping to that low register that always sent shivers down my spine. "I might want something in return." I raised an eyebrow, fighting to keep my expression neutral despite the heat blooming in my chest. "That's not how negotiations work, Mr. Knight." "No?" His smile turned wolfish. "I seem to recall several very successful negotiations in this very office that ended quite... satisfactorily for both parties." My cheeks warmed at the memories his words evoked. "That was different." "Was it?" He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered against my skin. "How so?" I stepped back, needing space to think clearly. "We're discussing the terms of our arrangement. It's business." "Maddie, nothing about us has ever been just business." The nickn
MadisonAlexander sat down behind his desk, motioning for me to take a seat across from him. I perched on the edge of the chair, tablet balanced on my knee. "How's your mother doing today?" he asked, his voice softer than I expected. The question caught me off guard. "She's... fine. Trying to cook pancakes this morning despite doctor's orders to rest." A small smile played at the corner of his lips. "Sounds like someone else I know who doesn't follow instructions." "I follow instructions just fine, Mr. Knight," I replied, raising an eyebrow. "When they make sense." "Debatable." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. "Have you thought about what we discussed last night?" So we were jumping right into it. No small talk, no buffer. Typical Alexander. "I've thought about it," I said carefully. "And?" "And I haven't decided yet." I met his gaze steadily. "It's not a simple decision." "I see." "Is that all you wanted to discuss?" I asked, keeping my voice neutral. He
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