MasukBlake’s POVI sat across from Ford at our usual table in the back corner of Marko’s. The restaurant was quiet at this hour, just how I preferred it. I’d been eager to escape the office after the tense conversation with Melissa and her passive-aggressive behavior. Ford had been all too happy to meet for lunch on short notice.“So, what’s it like living with Medusa?” Ford asked, cutting into his steak. “The media is making it sound like something from a sci-fi movie.”“It’s…” I paused, searching for the right words. “Weird and difficult.” Yeah, because all I wanted to do was fuck my wife… but I couldn’t and wouldn’t go down that path again.Ford snorted. “When has anything involving Cassie ever been simple?”I took a sip of my water, buying time. How could I explain that my wife seemed like an entirely different person? That the woman who’d woken up wasn’t just different, she was not herself?“She’s changed,” I said finally. “Either the coma rewired her brain or she’s playing a very lon
Fawn’s POV“You always appreciated thoroughness,” he replied. “Though you rarely wanted to discuss the details.”Old Cassie apparently hadn’t cared much about the particulars as long as the bottom line looked good.“People change,” I said, meeting his gaze directly. “Near-death experiences have a way of shifting priorities.”Webber studied me for a long moment. “So it would seem,” he said finally. “Is there anything specific you’d like me to walk you through today?”“Liquidity,” I replied without hesitation. “How quickly can I access funds if needed? And are there any… limitations I should be aware of?”“You have several accessible accounts. The main one holds the eight hundred million, but you normally transfer twenty million into your personal account at a time. You can transfer funds immediately. As for limitations… your father’s selected shares must stay until you are thirty-five. Their value is around 2.2 billion. Other limitations…” He paused. “There are none beyond standard ban
Fawn’s POVRight on time, my new nurse arrived. Margaret was in her fifties at a guess, built like she could bench press a small car without breaking a sweat, and—most importantly, looked like she would have zero interest in how square Blake’s jawline was.“Call me Maggie,” she said, setting down a proper medical bag and eyeing the penthouse like she was mentally counting all the trip hazards. “I’ve read your file. Impressive recovery, but don’t let it go to your head. You’ve still got a long way to go.”“Aren’t you a bundle of joy.” I grinned at her. “I think we’re going to get on really well.”She snorted, already wrapping a blood pressure cuff around my arm. “I’ve handled worse than you, dear. Twenty years in trauma care means I’ve seen it all.”I liked her immediately. After Lena, Margaret felt like a blast of fresh air. I’d only seen Lena briefly; she hadn’t said a thing to me. Just did a last-minute check before leaving the apartment.Maggie checked my vitals, asked pointed ques
Blake’s POV“No, I’m just not sugar-coating it. Wear your rose-tinted glasses if you want to,” she said. “You don’t want to be the guy who dumps his wife after she wakes up. I get it. Optics. Public image. All that bullshit. It would make you look like a shit person. But don’t pretend this is about my wellbeing.” She stepped closer, voice sharpening. “Men like you master the art of pulling strings. Puppet masters. You forget I know you, Blake. Maybe better than your wife. You excel at convincing people that an outcome you orchestrated was actually their brilliant idea.”She wasn’t wrong.I didn’t say it.“I’m offering you options,” I said instead. “If you want a transfer, I’ll sign off on it and make sure you don’t lose benefits. Maybe a different department, different division. You can have any position that suits your skills. If you want to leave, I’ll pay you a generous bonus and write a recommendation letter. You’re good at what you do.”Her eyes chilled. “You want to move me,” sh
Blake’s POVBy the time the car slid into my space under the Huntington building, I rehearsed in my head what I was going to say. I’d already lied to myself three times that this was going to be a simple, adult conversation.But I knew it wouldn’t be.The lift doors opened onto my floor and there she was at her desk, exactly where she always was.Melissa looked up as soon as she heard my step. Relief flashed across her face, then hurt, then she shoved it all away and put on the professional mask that I had insisted on at the office.“Good morning, Mr Huntington,” she said, in that careful, neutral tone that pretended nothing had gone on between us. “Welcome back.”“Morning,” I said. “My office.”I didn’t wait to see if she followed. I knew she would. She had been calling and messaging me since the news broke about Cassie.I walked in, dropped my briefcase on my desk, and shrugged out of my jacket. The door clicked shut behind us.She stayed by the door a second, like she wasn’t sure w
Blake’s POV“You admitted you pushed it yesterday,” I said. “I’m not an idiot. You stayed in your room. Doesn’t take a genius to figure how.”She blew on her tea. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I don’t plan on spending my second chance sitting down on my ass… I’m going to make the most of this opportunity. Because I reckon this is more of a one-shot opportunity rather than some feline nine-lives arrangement.”For the old Cassie, that would mean partying harder and being even more wild… but this new Cassie, God only knew. I was sure I’d find out soon enough.“It’s not a bad thing,” I said. “It’s just not the only thing that matters. You overdo it, you land back in hospital.”She watched me for a moment before saying, “Yes, Daddy. Do you want to spank me if I do the wrong thing?”A shot of heat went straight to my cock. I needed to get away from her. I liked sex a little kinky and adventurous, but I had never wanted to be called Daddy. Let’s not even touch the spanking part.She t







