LOGINAurélie Tess Blackwood.I strained my eyes to open, squinting against the soft morning light filtering through unfamiliar windows.Everything around me was beige and clean. Too clean. Too polished.Where am I?I blinked a few times, trying to clear the fog from my brain, and slowly, painfully, my mind started to piece things together.The dream.Oh God, the dream!I groaned into my pillow, pressing my face deep into the fabric as embarrassment crashed over me in waves so intense I thought I might actually die from it.The dream had been so vivid. So real.I could still feel the phantom weight of his body on mine. I could still hear his voice, rough, commanding, devastating.“This what you want?””You’re mine now.”And the things I’d said. The things I’d begged for. “Please, Donovan... please... I need your cock inside me...”“Oh my God,” I whispered into the pillow. “I can’t. I can’t.”I wanted to block it out immediately, to pretend it had never happened, to bury the memory so deep it
Donovan Reynor.Blood gushed in my ears, loud, daring, drowning out every rational thought I had left.I was ready to rip her apart.She’d been asking for it all night anyway.The teasing, the touches, the way she looked at me with those eyes that promised everything if I dared make a move.So the moment she pulled me down onto that bed with her, I thought, “This is it.”This was the moment I stopped fighting, stopped pretending, stopped denying what we both wanted.I was ready to protest with the very last shred of professionalism I had left, but she quickly placed a finger on my mouth.“Shhh, you talk too much.”And just like that, she fell asleep.It happened out of nowhere.One second she was looking at me with those half-lidded, alcohol-glazed eyes, her lips parted, her breathing shallow.The next, she was out cold. Completely and utterly asleep.I stared down at her in disbelief.Are you fucking kidding me?I was infuriated. At her. Because how could she start something she coul
Aurélie Tess Blackwood.My tipsy ass was sure as hell going to land me in trouble.But I wasn’t exactly drunk. Not completely, anyway.I had some of my wits about me. I knew what I was doing. I knew exactly what I wanted.And what I wanted was to be as close to Mr. Reynor as humanly possible.So I took the opportunity the minute it presented itself. I cut Mr. Reynor off right in the middle of rejecting the arrangement for our rooms to be close together.“It’s fine,” I’d said quickly, my voice firmer than it should have been given how much alcohol was pulsing through my veins.And then it was time to leave.I’d been terrified, yes. Terrified of overstepping. Terrified of crossing a line I couldn’t uncross.But my body had a different agenda entirely.Because being that close to him meant something different. Something primal. Something totally out of my control.I felt that tingling feel of arousal, surging through my body, mostly because of the alcohol, yes, but also because of him.A
Donovan Reynor I stood up to leave, gesturing for the maid to lead the way. And she rose to her feet as well, wanting to follow me, but her brain had clearly abandoned her legs and sight. She staggered a little. Kept losing her balance, tilting side to side like a ship caught in the rough tides of the sea. Her cheeks flushed redder than the wine she'd been drinking all night. And before I could stop myself, I found myself moving to steady her. I grabbed her by the arm and gently pulled her back against me, her weight colliding with my chest. "I apologize, Mr. Kyoto," I said, my voice tight. He waved me off with a warm smile. "It's fine, Donovan. She's only a girl. I didn't even expect her to keep up that long." I bowed slightly, adjusting her weight against me. I wrapped her arm around my shoulder and held firmly onto her waist, trying to keep her upright. But she wouldn't even muster the effort to at least support herself. She intentionally dumped her weight on me and thought
Aurélie Tess Blackwood."Donovan! What a pleasant surprise."Mr. Kyoto's voice rang out across the room as he stood from his seat, moving toward us with an easy grace that immediately caught my attention.I was astonished.I'd expected him to be much older. Probably in his fifties or sixties, some gray-haired elder with decades of business experience carved into his face.But the person standing in front of me was everything far from that.He looked really young. Too young. Probably in his mid-twenties, maybe early thirties at most.And he was dressed in traditional attire. A Keikogi. Specifically, a black tailored hakama paired with a kendogi, the traditional upper garment worn in the Japanese martial art of Kendo. An obi was tied neatly around his small waist, completing the set.He wore a full-on martial arts outfit.I wasn't expecting that."Kyoto," Mr. Reynor said smoothly, stepping forward to shake his hand. "I see you're still as vibrant as ever."Kyoto grinned, his smile warm
Aurélie Tess Blackwood.Now we stood in front of a place that looked nothing like a formal business venue.The schedule Elena had organized for me simply said “Kyoto Estate.” But the moment I laid eyes on the place, I knew this wasn’t just some corporate company headquarters.It was a villa.His villa, most likely.And it was breath-taking.The villa was a perfect blend of historical elegance and modern sophistication, like someone had taken a centuries-old traditional Japanese residence and brought it into the present without losing an ounce of its essence.The place was huge. Vast. The scenery felt so damn relaxing, so gentle, so accommodating, and so quiet it made my chest ache.In the distance, I could hear the gentle rush of a natural waterfall, far enough that I couldn’t see it from the gate, but close enough that the sound filled the air with a soothing rhythm. The driveway was long and winding, lined with meticulously maintained gardens bursting with greenery and delicate cher
No. No. No. No.I couldn't possibly be reeling from that man. What? I wasn't, was I?I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, my chest rising and falling too quickly, my hands gripping the edge of the cold sink like it was the only thing keeping me upright.I wasn't sure I liked that versi
Aurélie Tess Blackwood.I didn’t need anyone to point it out for me to know.The client. Mr. Ross.He sat in a reserved corner of the restaurant, and there was absolutely nothing cheap about the place. It was exquisite in the kind of way that made you suddenly aware of every flaw in your outfit. Ja
Aurélie Tess Blackwood.It was going to be my fourth week working for Reynor Corporations today, and I couldn’t be too careful around him.Ever since the demotion accident...that’s what I called it, because calling it anything else felt too real, too painful... I’d been walking on eggshells. Carefu
Aurélie Tess Blackwood."Jesus Christ, Tess, you look like absolute fucking shit." Addison pointed out bluntly, holding a massive bowl of popcorn in her hand like she didn't have a problem in the world."Yeah, don't I know it," I exhaled in defeat as I crashed into the couch.Finally. Something to







