MadisonI felt my stomach churn as Abigail pressed herself against Alexander, her curves molding to his body in what could only be described as an obscene display of public affection. My fingers gripped my phone tighter, knuckles turning white. The sight brought back memories of our heated moments in his office, the way his hands had roamed over my body. But watching him with Abigail now made me question everything. Was I just another conquest? Another notch in his expensive leather belt? I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat as memories of his touch flooded my mind - his fingers trailing up my thigh, his hot breath on my neck, the way he'd pressed me against his desk. But seeing him with Abigail made those moments feel cheap and meaningless. "It was lovely seeing you tonight," Abigail purred, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness. "Always a pleasure, Abigail." Alexander's tone was smooth, his hand resting lightly on her back. I stared intently at my phone, pre
MadisonA few minutes into the drive, John pulled over to the side of the road and stopped at the curb. "I'll take my leave, sir," he said, glancing in the rearview mirror. "Sure," Alexander replied, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my breath catch. The car door clicked shut behind John, leaving us alone in the confined space. The silence stretched between us, heavy with possibility. "Something on your mind?" Alexander's voice was low, intimate. "Nothing," I mumbled, though my mind was racing with thoughts of him and Abigail. "You look cold," he remarked, a knowing smile on his lips. "Come closer." "I'm fine," I insisted, but a traitorous shiver ran through me. "Madison." God, the way he said my name. "I said come closer." I hesitated, then scooted over until our thighs pressed together. His arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me against his warm chest. "There," he breathed against my ear. "Better?" His cologne wrapped around me, making my head spin. I m
MadisonWe pulled into his building's underground garage. The elevator ride was torture. He stood close enough that I could feel his body heat, but he didn't touch me. The tension crackled between us like static electricity. The moment his penthouse door closed behind us, he pounced. His lips crashed into mine, hungry and demanding. My back hit the wall as his hands gripped my hips, pinning me in place. A gasp escaped my lips, but he swallowed it whole, his mouth moving against mine with an urgency that sent heat coursing through my veins. "Fuck, Madison," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You drive me insane." Before I could respond, he hoisted me up, his hands cupping my ass. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in place. His hardness pressed against me, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "Oh god," I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders. His lips never left mine, kissing me with a fervor that was both exhilarating and overw
MadisonI woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. My body ached in all the right places, a reminder of the night before. I stretched, a contented sigh escaping my lips. And then I froze. Alexander was propped up on one elbow, his head resting on his hand, his eyes fixed on me. We were both still naked, the sheets pooled around our waists. I yanked the sheets up to my chin, my face burning. His eyes sparkled with amusement at my sudden modesty. "Really? After everything we did last night, now you're getting shy?" He reached for the edge of the sheet, but I clutched it tighter. "Mr. Knight!" I squeaked, scooting back. "I... um... what time is it?" "Early enough," he purred, following my retreat until I hit the headboard. "And don't change the subject. I've already memorized every inch of that body you're trying to hide." My face felt hot enough to fry an egg. "That's... that's different. It was dark then." "The lights were on." His fingers traced p
MadisonI padded across the plush carpet, my legs still wobbly from our morning activities. Alexander lounged on the bed, absorbed in something on his phone, his naked form barely covered by the silk sheets. The bathroom door opened to a space bigger than my entire apartment. Marble countertops stretched for days, a rainfall shower occupied one corner, and a deep soaking tub dominated the center. Even the toilet looked expensive enough to pay my rent. "Holy shit," I whispered, running my fingers along the cool stone. Multiple shower heads lined the walls, and a bench seat beckoned invitingly. The mirror spanning the length of the counter reflected my disheveled appearance – hair a mess, lips were swollen, and... were those bite marks? I winced as I stepped into the shower, the hot water hitting spots that reminded me just how thoroughly I'd been fucked. The expensive body wash smelled like him. As I lathered up, my mind wandered to his roughness, the way he'd manhandled me without
MadisonWe took the private elevator down to the parking garage. A sleek black car waited in his reserved spot. "No John today?" I asked as he opened the passenger door for me. He slid into the driver's seat with practiced grace. "Not today. I thought I'd drive us myself. We're going out for breakfast." "Where to?" I settled into the buttery leather seat, trying not to think about how the soft fabric of my dress had ridden up slightly. "You'll see." His hand found my knee, thumb tracing circles on my skin. "I know a place." The casual intimacy of his touch made my breath catch. Even this simple contact felt charged after our morning activities. His fingers crept higher, pushing the hem of my dress up incrementally. "Mr. Knight," I whispered, but it came out more like a plea than a protest. His hand slid up my thigh, fingers brushing against the fabric of my panties. He rubbed my pussy lightly, making me gasp. The lace felt suddenly too thin, too revealing under his touch.
MadisonI ducked into the fitting room, grateful for a moment alone to catch my breath. The midnight blue dress hung elegantly on its hanger, taunting me. I emerged a few minutes later, tugging at the hem. "I think it's too short." His eyes traveled slowly up my legs. "It's perfect." "But—" "Try the next one." I grabbed a conservative black dress with long sleeves and a high neckline. His expression darkened when I showed him. "No." "What's wrong with it?" "You look like you're going to a funeral." He shook his head. "Next." The emerald green wrap dress seemed safe enough. Until I realized how deeply the neckline had plunged. "Mr. Knight!" I crossed my arms over my chest. "This is completely inappropriate for work." "Who said anything about work?" His lips curved into that infuriating smirk. "But you're right – that shade doesn't suit you." I let out a huff of frustration as I returned to the fitting room, discarding the emerald green dress. This whole ordeal felt more lik
MadisonI studied the familiar face before me, recognition dawning. "Nolan! Oh my gosh, I haven't seen you since college!" Nolan beamed. "The one and only! You disappeared after graduation - what have you been up to?" I felt Alexander's presence behind me like a storm cloud. "I've been working at Knight Industries." I gestured to Alexander, whose expression remained unreadable. "This is Mr. Knight, my boss. Mr. Knight, this is Nolan Parker - we were study partners." "Study partners?" Alexander's tone carried a weight I couldn't quite decipher. Nolan laughed. "Yeah, Madison here saved my butt in that class. I was terrible at case studies, but she could analyze them in her sleep." "Really?" Alexander's eyebrow arched with interest. "Madison never mentioned her academic achievements." I shifted uncomfortably between them. "It wasn't anything special-" "Are you kidding?" Nolan interrupted. "She graduated top of our class. Could've had her pick of jobs, but she wanted to start from
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