Madison"Good morning, Ms. Harper," he said, voice smooth as velvet. His gaze traveled over me appreciatively, lingering just long enough to be noticeable before returning to my face. "Good morning, Mr. Knight," I replied with professional politeness. Good morning, you two-timing asshole, I added in my mind, keeping my expression neutral despite the anger simmering beneath the surface. Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly, as if sensing something off in my tone despite my careful control. "My office in five minutes. Bring coffee." "Of course," I answered, my voice impressively steady considering the hurricane of emotions whirling inside me. "I'll bring it right away." He nodded, holding my gaze for a beat longer than necessary before turning toward his office. I watched him walk away, hating how my traitorous body still responded to the confident swagger in his step. Once his door closed behind him, I exhaled sharply and stood. The pantry was mercifully empty when I arrived, giving
MadisonI closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Maybe it wasn't what it looked like. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation. But the image of his hand on her back, the intimacy of their posture, burned behind my eyelids. I forced myself to move, walking mechanically to my desk outside Alexander's office. The space was still empty; I'd arrived early, as usual. His door remained closed, and no light was visible underneath. He wasn't in yet. Setting my purse in the bottom drawer, I powered up my computer and tried to focus on the day's tasks. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly before I pulled up my email. Twenty-three new emails since last night. I glanced at his closed door again. Where was he? Usually, he arrived before me, already deep into work by the time I settled at my desk. Was he with her? Had he spent the night with Katherine? The thought sent a wave of nausea through me. He was publicly associated with her while keeping me private, hidden away lik
MadisonI set down my fork, choosing my words carefully. "He's attentive. Generous." Insatiable. Dominant. Mind-blowing. "We're taking things slow." Mom's expression told me she didn't believe that for a second. "Slow? Is that what the kids call it these days?" "Mom!" She laughed, delighted by my discomfort. "I'm just teasing, honey. But seriously, I haven't seen you this happy in years. Whatever he's doing, it's working." I busied myself with my breakfast, avoiding her knowing gaze. The truth was, despite the complications and my anxieties about Katherine, I was happy. Happier than I'd been in a long time. And that terrified me. "Oh! Before I forget," Mom said, standing to clear her plate. "Dr. Williams called this morning. He wants to adjust my medication schedule. I have an appointment tomorrow at ten." "I'll take you," I said automatically. "No need. They're sending a car." She beamed. "Apparently, it's standard for all patients on my treatment plan." Alexander. It had to
MadisonI stared into my coffee mug, watching the steam curl upward in lazy spirals as sunlight streamed through my bedroom window. Last night's dreams had been filled with Alexander, his hands, his mouth, his commanding presence. Even now, hours after waking, I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. I took a long sip, savoring the bitter warmth as I scrolled through my phone. No messages from him yet today. Not surprising. It was barely 7 AM, and Alexander rarely texted before 8 unless it was urgent. Setting my mug on the nightstand, I headed to the bathroom, peeling off my oversized T-shirt as I went. The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized sometimes, confident and with a subtle glow that hadn't been there before Alexander Knight crashed into my life. I stepped into the shower, letting hot water cascade over my body as my thoughts drifted back to him. Something had shifted since Katherine's appearance at the gala. Nothing dramatic. Alexander was still attent
MadisonI climbed onto the massive bed, positioning myself in the center as instructed. Alexander stood, moving to the nightstand where he kept the condoms. I watched as he rolled one onto his impressive length, my core clenching in anticipation. "Spread your legs," he commanded, climbing onto the bed between them. "I want to see that pretty pussy." I obeyed, feeling exposed yet empowered by the raw hunger in his gaze. He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my sensitive folds. "Tell me again what you want," he demanded. "I want you to fuck me," I repeated, more confidently this time. "Please, Alexander." He rewarded me by pushing just the tip inside, stretching me deliciously. "Like this?" "More," I gasped, lifting my hips to try to take more of him. He chuckled, pulling back slightly. "Patience, Ms. Harper. I like to savor what's mine." Mine. The possessive word sent a thrill through me. In this moment, I was his, completely and utterly. But was h
Madison"Tell me you want more," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want more," I admitted, surprised by how much I meant it. He rewarded me with another slap, followed by his fingers sliding between my folds to find me even wetter than before. "Fuck, you're drenched," he groaned, circling my entrance teasingly. "All this from a little spanking? What a dirty girl you are." His words should have embarrassed me, but instead, they sent another rush of wetness between my thighs. There was something freeing about being with Alexander, about letting go of my carefully constructed professional persona and just being raw and sexual. His fingers pushed inside me again, stretching me as his other hand continued to knead my ass. I moaned, pushing back against him, silently begging for more. "So responsive," he murmured, sounding almost reverent. "So perfect for me." For him. Not for anyone else. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart skip a beat. But was it real? Or just