AlexanderI made my way across the crowded room, catching snippets of conversations about property values and market trends. Marcus Thompson stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, deep in conversation with someone I recognized from the city planning commission. His animated gestures suggested he was in the middle of pitching another one of his grand ideas. I glanced back and spotted Madison observing the room with practiced discretion. The emerald dress I'd chosen for her drew appreciative glances, but she maintained her professional demeanor. Good girl. The way she carried herself tonight - poised yet reserved - made me want to drag her into one of the private rooms and mess up her perfect composure. Focus, Alexander. Business first. I turned my attention back to Marcus, who was gesturing animatedly about his latest development plans. The champagne in my hand remained untouched as I approached the small group gathered around him. "Mr. Knight!" Marcus's face lit up with enthusia
Alexander"I need to speak with Andrew about the next project." I straightened my tie, eager to change the subject. "Come on, man. These girls could help you forget about her." Leo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "The blonde one's particularly flexible. She-" "For fuck's sake, Leo." I cut him off with a sharp look. "Focus on finding who drugged me. That's more important than your attempts to get me laid." "Fine, fine. But you're missing out. The redhead can-" "Leo." "Alright, alright." He chuckled, scanning the crowd. "But seriously, when's the last time you had some real fun?" I smirked at Leo. "I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself without your suggestions. Let's drop this conversation." "Come on, you used to be more adventurous. Remember that time in Dubai with the yacht and those models?" I adjusted my cufflinks, keeping my expression neutral. "That was a different time. Right now, I need to focus on business and finding out who's trying to sabotage me." "Speaki
MadisonHe crossed the marble floor with that predatory grace that quickened my pulse. Several people tried to catch his attention, but he moved past them like they were invisible. His focus was entirely on me, and the intensity of his gaze made my skin tingle. "Enjoying the party, Miss Harper?" His voice carried that hint of amusement that told me he knew exactly what I'd been thinking about. "Yes, Mr. Knight. The view has been particularly entertaining." His eyes darkened at my choice of words. "Has it now?" "Mmhmm." I gestured vaguely toward where Abigail stood, fuming by the bar. "Some people seem to be having trouble reading the room." He leaned against the column beside me, close enough that his cologne teased my senses but not close enough to touch. "Jealousy looks good on you." "I wasn't jealous." The lie slipped out automatically. "No?" His lips curved into that dangerous smile that promised wicked things. "So you weren't imagining pushing her into the fountain o
MadisonHe pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. My bra barely contained my breasts, and he wasted no time unclasping it and tossing it aside. "Fuck, look at those tits." He cupped them roughly, his thumbs flicking over my nipples until they were hard peaks. "Such a good girl for me." My breath hitched as he pinched one nipple hard while his other hand slid under my dress and found the thin strip of my thong. He tugged it aside, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air. "You're already so wet," he murmured against my ear, fingers slipping between my folds to find my clit. "You love being punished, don't you?" "Yes," I gasped as he rubbed slow circles over my clit, making pleasure coil tight in my belly. His fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance before plunging inside me. "Fuck, you're tight." He pumped his fingers in and out while his thumb continued to torment my clit. "Mr. Knight," I moaned, rocking against his hand as pleasure built i
AlexanderI guided Madison through the elegant restaurant, my hand resting on the small of her back. The lunch crowd buzzed with quiet conversation and clinking silverware. Our private booth awaited in a secluded corner - perfect for the meeting ahead with Andrew. Madison slid into the curved booth first, and I settled beside her rather than across. The leather upholstery creaked as I shifted closer, our thighs touching beneath the crisp white tablecloth. Her vanilla perfume teased my senses. I traced my fingers along Madison's thigh under the tablecloth, enjoying how her breath caught. The restaurant's ambient noise provided the perfect cover for more intimate activities, but business had to come first for now. "Looks like Andrew's running late again." I checked my Rolex. "I specifically told him noon sharp." Madison smoothed her napkin across her lap. "Maybe he's stuck in traffic, Mr. Knight." I suppressed a smirk, letting my thoughts wander to a more likely scenario. Andrew pr
AlexanderHer chin lifted slightly - there was that spark I loved to ignite. "I can handle anything you throw at me." "Anything?" I raised an eyebrow, letting the word hang between us. The air in the car grew thick with tension. "The project, Mr. Knight. I meant the project." "Of course you did." I pulled out my phone, pretending to check my emails while watching her from the corner of my eye. "You'll need to familiarize yourself with commercial real estate regulations, zoning laws, and construction timelines. Think you're up for it?" "Yes." Her answer came without hesitation. "Good," I said, setting my phone aside. "Because I need someone I can trust running this project, someone who won't be distracted by other activities." A flush crept up her neck. "I'm very good at compartmentalizing." "Oh, I know exactly how good you are at compartmentalizing." I let my gaze drift over her body, remembering last night's activities. "The question is, can you keep it up while managing a mul
MadisonI watched Alexander disappear into the suite. The phone continued buzzing in my hand as I walked down the hallway, putting some distance between me and the room. The Vegas afternoon sun streamed through the windows, making the gold-trimmed walls gleam. "Hello?" "Hey, is this Madison?" A familiar voice came through the line. "Jackson? Yeah, it's me." I leaned against the wall, grateful for the cool surface against my heated skin. "Thank god. I was wondering if this was still your number. It's been forever." "Where did you disappear to? You basically dropped off the face of the earth." "Just got back from the UK yesterday, actually. Been there for work." "Three years without a single text or call?" I raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it. "What, they don't have phones across the pond?" He laughed. "Come on, Mads. You know how it is. Work was insane. Barely had time to breathe, let alone socialize." "Right, because hitting the 'send' button on a text
MadisonHe tossed his jacket over a barstool. "Worried about being stranded with me?" His eyes raked over my body, making my skin tingle. "The helicopter returns whenever I want it to. One call is all it takes." "And when would that be?" "Tomorrow." He prowled closer, backing me against the kitchen island. "We're staying the night." "Just one night?" The counter's edge pressed into my lower back as he caged me in with his arms. His eyes darkened with amusement. "Not sufficient for you? We can always extend our stay another day." His thumb traced my bottom lip, and I fought the urge to bite it. "Not like that." I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze. "I was just asking." "Mhmm." He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Because it sounded like you were hoping for more time alone with me in this very private, very secluded cabin." "You wish, Mr. Knight." I placed my palm against his chest, though I wasn't sure if I meant to push him away or pull him closer. "I do w
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