MadisonI lifted my gaze from the computer screen as the elevator dinged. A woman in a red dress strutted toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a timer counting down to chaos. "I'm here to see Alexander." She planted her manicured hands on my desk, leaning forward with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Do you have an appointment?" "I don't need one. We have... history. Just tell Shim Vanessa's here." "I'm sorry, but Mr. Knight only takes scheduled appointments. I can help you set one up for next week-" "Listen here, little secretary." She interrupted. "I'm Vanessa Caldwell. I spent the night with Alexander last weekend, and I'm not leaving until I see him." "As I mentioned, without an appointment or express permission from Mr. Knight-" "Who do you think you are? Just because you stand next to him all day, fetching his coffee and taking notes, you think you're special?" "Ma'am, I need to ask you to leave-" "You're pathetic. Playing gatekeeper, pretendi
MadisonHis presence was intoxicating. Alexander's cologne wrapped around me, lingering like dark spices and something earthy. My pulse quickened as he leaned in, our faces just inches apart. "You're here," he murmured. "Mr. Knight, what's going on?" My voice trembled. I placed a hand on his chest, meaning to push him back, but all I felt was the chiseled muscles under his shirt. He took my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine and pressing it back against the wall. The heat from his touch was electric, coursing straight to my core. My breathing turned shallow, and my heart thudded in my ears. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "You're really here." He whispered huskily. His gaze swept my face, lingering on my lips as his breath warmed my cheek. "Are you... okay?" I stammered. His pupils seemed larger than normal, almost swallowing the blue of his irises. Something felt off. Was he on drugs? "I'm more than okay." He nuzzled against my neck, lips brushing my skin. "You're p
MadisonI woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck - a very sexy, Alexander Knight-shaped truck. My body ached in places I'd forgotten existed, and my inner thighs bore the telltale bruises of last night's activities. "Get it together, Madison," I muttered to my reflection as I applied concealer under my eyes. Despite my best makeup efforts, the woman staring back looked debauched. The subway ride to work was torture. Every bump and sway reminded me of how Alexander had moved inside me. How his hands had gripped my hips. How he'd called me Katherine. Katherine. The name bounced around my skull like an angry ping-pong ball. I'd spent half the night googling "Katherine Alexander Knight" with zero results. Not that I was jealous or anything. I mean, why would I be jealous of someone whose name my boss moaned while high on God-knows-what? The elevator ride up to the office felt longer than usual. I checked my phone seventeen times in thirty seconds, praying there wouldn't be a me
MadisonThe shrill ring pierced through our conversation like divine intervention. I almost wept with relief. Alexander raised an eyebrow. "That's your phone." Oh. Right. My phone. The one currently screaming from my pocket like a banshee with its vocal cords caught in a blender. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Knight." I fumbled my phone, almost dropping it before answering. "Hello?" "Is this Madison Harper?" A clinical voice cut through the line. "Speaking." "This is Metro General Hospital. Your mother, Sarah Harper, was brought to our emergency room-" The world tilted sideways. The pristine office, Alexander's expensive desk, the Manhattan skyline - everything blurred into meaningless shapes. "What happened? Is she-" "She's stable now, but we need you to come in immediately." I shot up from my chair. "I'll be right there." "Madison?" Alexander's voice snapped me back to reality. "What's wrong?" "My mom—she's in the ER. I have to go —" I gestured vaguely at the door. "John will take
MadisonThe walk to his office felt like crossing a minefield in stilettos. Each step brought me closer to potential disaster. What if he'd noticed the wedding planning tabs I'd accidentally left open during our morning meeting? What if he remembered calling me Katherine? Standing outside his door, I took a deep breath. Whatever happened, I'd handle it with grace and professionalism. Or at least try not to cry on his expensive furniture. I pushed open the door, half expecting to find Alexander surrounded by printouts of my secret virtual assistant activities. Instead, he sat at his desk, looking annoyingly put together while I felt like a house plant that hadn't been watered in weeks. "Miss Harper." He gestured to the chair across from him. "Have a seat." I perched on the edge like it might bite me. "Is something wrong?" "That's what I wanted to ask you." His blue eyes fixed on me with laser focus. "You've seemed distracted lately. More than usual." Was he keeping a log of my di
AlexanderMy head felt like someone had used it as a piñata at a particularly aggressive children's party. I groaned, rolling over in bed to escape the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bad move. The room spun like a carnival ride. "Good morning, Mr. Knight." Dr. Peterson's voice cut through my fog. "How's the head?" I cracked one eye open. "What are you doing in my bedroom?" "Miss Harper called me last night. Found you in quite a state." Fragments of last night floated through my mind like confetti in a windstorm. The business event. That insufferable board member droning on about golf. The sweating, the walls closing in... "What exactly happened?" I pressed my palms against my temples. "Your guess is as good as mine." Dr. Peterson pulled out his penlight. "Follow the light, please." I batted his hand away. "Skip the doctor routine. Just give me something for this headache." "Already ahead of you." He placed two pills and a glass of water on my nightsta
MadisonI stared at Alexander like he'd grown a second head. "One year? As your girlfriend?" "Think about it logically." He loosened his tie, looking far too comfortable for someone who'd just proposed the most insane arrangement I'd ever heard. "Your mother gets the care she needs, and you won't have to work yourself to death with side jobs." "How exactly is this different from your first suggestion of being your personal..." I swallowed hard, "prostitute?" His eyes darkened. "Don't use that word again." "Why not? That's essentially what you're suggesting – trading my body for money." "No." He pushed off from his desk and invaded my personal space. "I'm suggesting we date. Exclusively." I backed up until my legs hit the chair. "Date?" "Yes, Madison. Date. You know, spend time together, go to dinner, attend events." His lips quirked up. "And yes, physical intimacy would be part of it. But only between us – no other partners." "How romantic." I rolled my eyes. "A contractual re
MadisonI slumped in the back of the cab, watching the city lights blur past. My head still spun from Alexander's insane proposition. The cabbie's choice of radio station - some kind of experimental jazz that sounded like cats fighting - wasn't helping my headache. "Could you maybe..." I gestured at the radio. "Best station in the city," he declared, turning it up instead. Perfect. Just perfect. I sighed and pressed my head against the cool glass, letting the chaos outside distract me. The streets whizzed by in a blur of neon signs and bustling crowds. My mind drifted back to Alexander and his ridiculous proposal. One year as his girlfriend, solving all my problems in exchange for… what? Being his personal plaything? His exclusive arm candy? A year of pretending to be in love with Alexander Knight. I couldn't stop my thoughts from wandering to that night in his penthouse. The feel of his lips on mine, his hands exploring every inch of my body, how he made me cry out with a need
MadisonBack to Now…Alexander's eyes met mine, a mix of triumph and something darker swirling in their depths. "We found who 'S' is." My heart skipped a beat. After weeks of uncertainty, the mysterious woman who'd drugged Alexander had a name. "What? Who is it?" I leaned forward, nearly knocking over my espresso. Alexander slipped his phone into his jacket pocket. "Leo didn't say over the phone. We need to go meet him now to find out." "Right now?" I glanced longingly at my half-eaten soufflé. "Finish your dessert." I scooped up another bite of the decadent chocolate, savoring it despite my racing thoughts. Alexander watched me with that intense gaze that always made me feel like I was the dessert. "You have chocolate..." He reached across the table, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. Instead of pulling away, he lifted his thumb to his lips and licked it clean. "Mr. Knight," I whispered, my cheeks heating. "What?" He smirked. "I'm not letting good chocolate go to wa
AlexanderWe moved to a more private spot near the edge of the practice green."So what do we know so far?" Anthony asked, leaning against his putter.Leo sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. "Not much. No name, no contact information, just cash and instructions."I furrowed my brow, trying to piece together the puzzle."After drinking that drug-mixed drink, what happened exactly?" Leo asked, turning to me with a serious expression. "Your sex drive increased dramatically, right? What else?"I hesitated, uncomfortable discussing the details. "Everything intensified. Like someone had cranked up all my senses and desires to eleven. I couldn't think straight. Just wanted to fuck anything that moved.""And did you?" Leo pressed, his expression serious."No," I lied smoothly. "I went straight to my penthouse and called Dr. Peterson. He gave me something to counteract the effects. Knocked me out for most of the night."Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I'm also a doctor, you know. You could ha
AlexanderThe Previous SundayI lined up my putt on the eighth hole, the sun warm on my back as I studied the slight break in the green. The perfect day for golf: clear skies, light breeze, and the satisfaction of watching Anthony struggle through every hole."You're taking forever," Anthony complained from the edge of the green. "It's a three-foot putt, not brain surgery."I took my time just to annoy him further, then sank the ball with a clean stroke. "That's another birdie for me. What are you at now? Double bogey?""Fuck you," Anthony muttered, marking his scorecard with more force than necessary.As we walked to our golf cart, Anthony glanced around the course. "Where's Leo? Wasn't he supposed to join us today?""He said he'd come," I replied, sliding into the driver's seat. "Probably got caught up with work. You know how he is."Anthony tossed his putter into his bag. "More likely, he's caught up with some woman. That guy's dick gets more action than a revolving door."I chuckl
MadisonJenna handed him back his credit card with a smile. "Is there anything else I can help you with today?" Alexander glanced at his watch. "No, that will be all. Thank you for your assistance." As we left the store, I felt excitement and guilt. The clothes were beautiful, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was taking advantage of Alexander's generosity. "Stop overthinking," he said as we walked back to where the car was parked. "I can hear the gears turning in your head from here." "I'm not overthinking," I protested. "I'm just... processing." "Processing what? That you now have a wardrobe befitting your position?" I sighed. "It's just a lot of money, Mr. Knight." "Money I can easily afford," he reminded me. We reached his car, and he opened the passenger door for me. As I slid into the seat, his hand brushed against my lower back, a touch so light it could have been accidental if not for the heat in his eyes. Once he was in the driver's seat, he turned to me before
MadisonI followed Alexander into the first boutique, a sleek space with minimalist decor and clothing displayed like museum artifacts. A saleswoman with a tight bun and even tighter smile approached us immediately. "Mr. Knight! What an honor to have you visit our store," she gushed, ignoring my existence. "How can I assist you today?" Alexander placed his hand on the small of my back, a subtle gesture that didn't escape the saleswoman's notice. "We're looking for professional attire for Miss Harper here." Her smile dimmed slightly as she finally acknowledged me. "Of course. What kind of pieces were you looking for?" "Power suits," Alexander replied before I could speak. "Something that commands respect and exudes confidence. We need outfits that make a statement when she walks into a room." The next hour was a blur of muted grays, blacks, and navy blues. Each outfit felt more restrictive than the last, like I was trying to squeeze myself into someone else's skin. The saleswoman
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