تسجيل الدخولAlexanderWe grabbed our things, Ethan bouncing the entire way to the elevator. The ride down felt quick, his excitement filling every available space. The Bentley purred to life. Ethan claimed the backseat again, kicking his feet and humming some tune I didn't recognize. "There's a theater near Union Square," Madison said, pulling out her phone. "Showtime in forty minutes." "Perfect." Traffic cooperated for once. We made it with time to spare, finding parking without the usual Manhattan nightmare. The theater lobby buzzed with families, couples, and groups of teenagers. Ethan's hand found mine automatically as we navigated the crowd toward the ticket counter. "Three for the penguin movie," I told the bored teenager behind the glass. "Two o'clock showing?" "Yes." I handed over my card without looking at the total. Madison started to protest. "Alexander, I can pay—" "Already done." I collected the tickets and passed them to Ethan. "You're in charge of these, prince." "I won
Alexander"Ethan's been exploring for a while," she observed. "Should we check on him?" "He's fine. The penthouse is childproofed. Mostly." "Mostly?" "There aren't any sharp edges or exposed outlets." I dried my hands on a towel. "And the balcony doors lock automatically." "Reassuring." I caught the edge in her voice. Not quite sarcasm, but close. "You don't trust me to keep him safe." "I didn't say that." "You didn't have to." Madison's jaw tightened. "I just met you a few days ago as his father, Alexander. Forgive me for being cautious." Fair point. I'd walked back into her life after five years' absence and expected instant trust. That wasn't reasonable. "You're right," I said quietly. "I'm sorry." Her eyebrows rose. "Did Alexander Knight just apologize?" "It happens occasionally. When I'm wrong." "How often is that?" "Not often enough, apparently." Her lips twitched. Almost a smile. Ethan's voice carried down the hallway, singing something with no rhythm whatsoever
AlexanderThe elevator opened directly into my penthouse. Ethan rushed past Madison and me, his sneakers squeaking against the polished floors. He made a beeline for the floor-to-ceiling windows, pressing both hands and his nose against the glass. "Whoa! I can see EVERYTHING from here!" His breath fogged the glass. "There's Central Park! And all the tiny cars! They look like toys!" Madison followed more slowly, her eyes scanning the space like she was cataloging every detail. Looking for what, I wasn't sure. I watched her take in the sparse furniture, the empty walls where photos should hang. Nothing personal. Nothing that screamed home instead of expensive real estate investment. "Can I come here whenever I want?" Ethan spun around, his face bright with excitement. "Like, anytime at all?" I glanced at Madison. She was watching me carefully, waiting to see how I'd answer. "Yes," I said, meeting Ethan's eyes. "Anytime you want. This is your second home now." "Really?" His whole
AlexanderThe elevator doors opened onto Hazel's floor, and I stepped out, the weight that had been pressing on my chest for months finally lifting. I knocked on the door, hearing the muffled sounds of cartoons playing inside. Hazel answered, her expression curious. "That was fast." "I don't waste time." "Clearly." She stepped aside, letting me in. "They're in the living room. Well, Ethan's in the living room. Madison's been stress-cooking in the kitchen for the past hour. I think she's made enough food to feed a small army." I walked down the hallway, following the sound of animated characters and the smell of something savory. Ethan sat cross-legged on the floor, his eyes glued to the television, surrounded by his new dinosaur collection. The T-Rex stood guard over the smaller dinosaurs like a prehistoric sentinel. "Hey, buddy." His head whipped around, and his face lit up. "Dad! You came back!" "Told you I would." He scrambled to his feet, running over to grab my hand. "Com
AlexanderShe laughed, the sound hollow and sharp. "Don't be ridiculous. You can't just end it." "Watch me." "Alexander." She moved toward me again, her hands outstretched. "Whatever this is about, we can work through it. We always do. Remember when we fought about the venue? Or the guest list? We figured it out." "This isn't about venues or guest lists." "Then what is it about?" Her voice rose slightly. "Another woman? Is that what this is? Some little distraction caught your eye?" Madison's face flashed through my mind. Not a distraction. Never that. "It's about me not wanting to marry you." Katherine's jaw tightened. "You put this ring on my finger." She held up her hand, the massive diamond catching the light. "You made a commitment." "A mistake." "A mistake?" Her voice went cold, all warmth draining away. "Do you have any idea what my family has already invested in this wedding? The deposits, the arrangements, the announcements? My mother has been planning this for month
Alexander"Why don't we table this discussion for when you're older?" Madison suggested. "Like thirty." "Thirty?" Ethan's eyes went wide. "That's forever away!" "Exactly." She held out her hand. "Come on. We should probably start thinking about heading back to Connecticut soon." "Already?" Ethan's face fell, his excitement deflating like a popped balloon. "But I just got the dinosaurs! And we didn't even finish setting up the habitat yet!" "I know, baby. But we need to get back." "Can't we stay one more day? Please? Just one more day?" "Ethan." "Pleeeease?" I opened my mouth to tell them they should stay. That I'd book them rooms at The Plaza, or they could stay at my penthouse. That Connecticut could wait another day or two. That Ethan needed more time with his dinosaurs, and I needed more time with both of them. My phone buzzed in my pocket. The words died on my tongue as I pulled it out, glancing at the screen. Josephine Miller. My PA. I swiped to answer. "Yes?" "Mr. Kn
MadisonHis fingers danced along my slick folds, applying just enough pressure to make me arch my back, seeking more contact. The deliberate slowness of his movements was exquisite torture, each careful stroke bringing me to the edge without letting me fall over. "Please," I whispered, my hips lif
MadisonThe workday passed in a blur of meetings, phone calls, and emails. I split my time between my PA duties outside Alexander's office and my project manager responsibilities downstairs, juggling both roles with increasing confidence. The Manhattan Project was gaining momentum, with Herbert Hay
MadisonAlexander leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk. "Give her a call now. I want this started immediately." "I can call her later when I'm back at my desk," I replied, shifting in my chair. "Why aren't you asking your own team to handle this? Why Hazel specifically?" His lips quirke
MadisonI moved to the living area and sat on one of the couches, kicking off my heels with a grateful sigh. My feet ached after hours in those torture devices. Alexander watched me with an unreadable expression. "Better?" "Much," I admitted, wiggling my toes. "Those shoes were killing me." "Why







