She Remembered

Caesar’s POV

“Sir, she’s here,” one of my guards announced from outside the door, his voice muffled by the wood, perfectly ruining the heat simmering between us.

Great. Impeccable timing.

I wanted Vera right now. Badly. I’d barely kept myself from taking her last night, and this morning had been torture with her soft, warm body pressed against mine… But Sophia insisted she needed to report on the missing company funds.

And the money… That was no small issue that I could ignore.

For weeks, large sums of money had been slipping out of the company account quietly, consistently, and strategically. Transfers I had never authorized. Amounts I never touched, and it wasn’t even my personal money, it was strictly company capital. Capital that determined expansion, stability, and long-term projections. Capital we needed, and the losses were enough to cripple our projected growth.

Someone was stealing from me. No, from my company, which was worse, and the thought alone made my jaw tense.

I trusted the man in charge of income flow. He wasn’t stupid enough to hand money to some ghost siphoning funds behind my back. Which meant whoever was doing this had bypassed our security. They’d accessed accounts no outsider should ever even know existed and they did it boldly, like they thought I’d never catch on.

The board meeting from that morning before I ran into Vera flashed through my mind. The barely concealed accusations and the insinuations that I, the owner, the one who built this empire from the ground up, would sabotage my own company, all because they wanted me out. All because they were hungry for a throne they never bled for.

Their whispers behind folded hands, their polite voices dipped in poison with their smugness and doubt.

The pressure had been thick enough to choke on that I’d lost my temper right there and snapped in front of every single one of them. And honestly? Who could blame me? If I don't stop whoever was bleeding the company dry, everything I’d built, every victory I clawed my way toward, and every risk I took would crumble right in my hands.

All the projected profit and the entire empire I’d shaped from nothing would be gone, and I would not allow that, not for anyone, not for anything.

Not after dragging myself to the top and not after sacrificing sleep, blood, and timepieces of myself I’d never get back.

And now Sophia was waiting outside my door, ready to “report.” Whether she brought answers or another headache… I’d find out soon enough.

But right then? All I really wanted was the woman tangled in my sheets, and she had no idea how close I’d come to losing control completely.

I rose from the bed, fingers trailing along the inside of her thigh in a slow, reluctant sweep, like the idea of leaving her warmth physically pained me.

“Meet me downstairs when you’re done eating… naughty little flame,” I murmured, giving her a look that promised I’d be back and not in a gentle way.

Then I turned, unlocked the door, and headed downstairs. I hadn’t even reached the bottom step before I saw her. Sophia, already waiting in the living room, posed like she’d rehearsed it.

She wore a tight red dress that clung to every curve, the fabric hugging her hips and her small waist. The hem barely skimmed the tops of her toned thighs, a tease made even bolder by the high slit slicing up one side. The matching high-slit heels elongated her legs, forcing them into that attention-snatching posture she knew how to weaponize.

Her breasts were lifted high, pushed together so fiercely that the deep V of her dress seemed to strain just to contain them, giving me a reminder of exactly how she used her body as leverage… and how many times she had gotten her way with it.

The moment her eyes caught mine from across the landing, right as I stepped off the last stair, her lips curved into a slow, knowing smile.

She remembered, she always did. I’d never been subtle about it, the way my eyes drifted to the enormous swell of her chest, the way her posture would shift the moment she noticed, tipping forward just enough to make her breasts spill a little fuller into view, offering me more every time she caught me looking.

I used to like her boobs, they were huge for her petite frame, impossible to ignore, and she knew it. That’s why she dressed like that today and on purpose. Tight red fabric clung to every curve, the neckline plunging low enough to bait me, daring me to look. She was trying to seduce me again, trying to reclaim a place she had lost four months ago, desperate to see if she still held any power over me.

If anything, it only irritated me. I had outgrown her. I didn’t want her around anymore. She’d grown clingy, suffocating, constantly crossing boundaries she had no right to touch but she had access, dangerous, invaluable access. Access to financial trails, access to internal reports, and access to restricted files that only she and a select few could navigate. Someone with that much reach could either solve my problems… or be the one creating them and that was the only reason she was still in my world.

Because she was useful, helping me sift through the investigation, and until I had proof, I had to tolerate her. At least for now. Even if she tested my patience more than the bastards draining my accounts.

Sophia stepped closer, as if she planned to wrap me in a hug. Her arms lifted slightly, her chest tilted forward, and a practiced warmth softened her face. I sidestepped effortlessly, slipping past her before she could make contact, and strode into the sitting room. She followed, heels clicking with exuding elegance.

I dropped onto the couch, leaning back, my gaze sharp and cutting as I fixed her with my eyes.

“Since you insisted on bringing the files yourself,” I said, my tone cool, eyes locked on hers, “tell me… Did you actually bring what I asked for, or did you just show up to waste my time?”