MadisonI waited until I was home, comfortably seated on my couch with a steaming mug of coffee in hand, to text Hazel about the article. The soft cushions beneath me provided a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling in my mind. Me: I talked to Alexander about that article. It's an old photo from months ago. There's nothing to worry about. Her response was immediate, like she'd been hovering over her phone waiting. Hazel: Are you SURE? Men lie, Madison. Especially rich playboys with a different model on their arm every month. Me: He explained everything. The photo is from a business dinner before we started dating. Hazel: And you believe him? Just like that? I took a sip of coffee, considering my response. Did I believe him? The way he'd handled Wilson from PR certainly suggested he was genuinely upset about the article. Me: Yes, I believe him. He was pretty angry about the article. Hazel: OF COURSE he was angry! He got caught! Me: No, angry that his PR team didn't catch it f
MadisonAlexander raised an eyebrow. "More competitive than me? I doubt it." He leaned against his desk, arms crossed. "I'll have a word with the PR department. This is unacceptable." "They're probably overwhelmed with all the gossip about you," I suggested, unable to resist the jab. "That's literally their job, Madison. To monitor and manage my public image." He picked up his phone, his jaw tightening. "Send Wilson from PR to my office immediately." I shifted my weight, wondering if I should leave. "Should I go back to my desk?" "No, stay." His tone left no room for argument. "I want you to see how I handle incompetence." I settled into one of the chairs across from his desk, crossing my legs and smoothing my skirt. This promised to be entertaining, at least. Within minutes, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Alexander called for them to enter, and Wilson hurried in, looking like he'd sprinted up ten flights of stairs. "Mr. Knight, you wanted to see me?" Wilson adjusted his gl
MadisonI hesitated, my finger hovering over my phone. Should I show him the article? Confront him about Scarlett? Ask him point-blank if he was cheating on our arrangement? "Nothing," I said finally, sliding my phone into my desk drawer. "It's not important." Alexander studied me for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Alright," he said, his tone making clear he didn't believe me. "I need those reports for the Vegas property on my desk in an hour." "Yes, Mr. Knight." He lingered for a moment longer, then turned and walked back to his office, closing the door behind him. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. What was I thinking? I couldn't just accuse him of breaking our contract based on some gossip article Hazel had sent me. I needed to be smarter about this. I pulled my phone back out, staring at the photos of Alexander and Scarlett. His hand was on her lower back, and their bodies were close as they exited the restaurant. What was Knight Industries' PR dep
MadisonI blinked, reading the message again. What? Hazel: Your boyfriend/boss is cheating on you. He's not my boyfriend, I thought reflexively. Well, technically, he was on paper, but not in the way Hazel meant. Our arrangement was strictly contractual, a business deal with benefits. I typed back quickly. Me: What are you talking about? Three dots appeared immediately. Hazel must have been waiting for my response. "See for yourself," she replied, followed by a link to what appeared to be another gossip article. My stomach tightened. This was becoming a pattern. Hazel sending me tabloid garbage about CEOs and their assistants. Last time, it had been that ridiculous story about Alexander and Penelope from Accounting. What nonsense had she dug up now? I clicked the link, half-expecting another poorly photoshopped image of Alexander with some random Knight Industries employee. Instead, the headline screamed: "KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR? BILLIONAIRE CEO ALEXANDER KNIGHT SPOTTED WITH
MadisonI pulled my knee away from his touch, even as warmth spread through me from where his fingers had been. "You're 'ensuring' a lot more than necessary." "Am I?" His eyes flicked to me briefly, lips curled into a smirk. "You seem flustered." "I'm not flustered," I lied, crossing my arms. "I just don't appreciate being treated like a possession." "I never said you were a possession." "Your investment, then," I corrected, rolling my eyes. "Same difference." "Not at all. An investment implies value." His voice took on that dangerous tone. "And you, Madison Harper, are extremely valuable to me." I turned to look out the window, hoping he wouldn't notice the blush creeping up my neck. The city buildings blurred past as we approached the office building, its glass exterior gleaming in the afternoon sun. "You're doing it again," I muttered. "Doing what?" "Saying things that sound romantic when we both know this is just business." Alexander laughed. "Is that what you think I'm
MadisonAs we pulled away from the warehouse, I couldn't help but glance back at the building where we'd just interrogated a man. The whole experience felt surreal. "You're quiet," Alexander observed as we merged onto the main road. "Just processing," I replied, staring out the window. "It's not every day I witness an interrogation." Alexander's lips twitched. "I suppose not." "Do you really not remember her? Selena?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Not at all," he admitted. "High school was a long time ago, and I wasn't particularly interested in making lasting connections." I studied his profile as he drove, the sharp line of his jaw tense beneath the sun streaming through the windshield. The revelation about Selena had clearly rattled him, even if he wouldn't admit it. "Do you think she's behind drugging you?" I asked, turning slightly in my seat to face him. "This Selena person?" Alexander's fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he considered my question. "I can't be s
MadisonAlexander started walking, and I followed, my curiosity overcoming my apprehension. The four of us moved through the warehouse, our footsteps echoing in the cavernous space. Leo pushed open the door to reveal a small office. In the center sat Tyler Phillips, the bartender from the event where Alexander had been drugged. He was tied to a chair, his mouth covered with duct tape. His eyes widened when he saw Alexander. I gasped involuntarily. This was not what I had expected when Alexander said we were meeting Leo. Kidnapping seemed a bit extreme, even for Alexander Knight. "You tied him up?" I whispered, unable to hide my shock. Leo shrugged. "Had to make sure he'd stick around for the conversation." I looked at Tyler more closely. Despite being bound to a chair, he appeared physically unharmed. No bruises, no cuts, just a terrified expression above the silver tape. Alexander circled Tyler slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey. "Did he talk?" he asked Leo. "Sang like
MadisonMy phone buzzed again. Alexander glanced at it. "Aren't you going to check that?" "No," I said, tucking my phone into my purse. "It's probably just Jackson again. Nothing important." Alexander's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Good. It's nice to see you remember the terms of our arrangement." I rolled my eyes. "Why did you ask me to agree to this girlfriend deal in the first place? There are plenty of girls waiting in line for Alexander Knight's attention." I gestured vaguely with my hand. "You could have your pick of models, actresses, or socialites who'd jump at the chance." "I believe we've already discussed this," he replied, his tone maddeningly calm as he navigated through traffic. "Yeah, we talked about it, but it's been a few weeks and I don't remember exactly what you said." I turned slightly in my seat to face him. "Refresh my memory?" Alexander's eyes remained fixed on the road, but I caught the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I like you, Madis
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