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The morning air at Roth Enterprise carried something heavier than the scent of strong coffee, it carried whispers.I felt it the moment i stepped onto the executive floor. Conversations dimmed when i walked by, eyes lingered longer than usual. I could almost hear the murmurs under their breath.It wasn’t paranoia.I'd seen the way Richard had looked at me during yesterday’s meeting—like every word i spoke was a spark he wanted to catch. And though it lasted only seconds, the staffs weren’t blind.In the elevator, two assistants behind me whispered.“Did you see the way Mr. Morgan pulled her chair out yesterday?”“That wasn’t professional—it was… something else.”My throat tightened. I kept my gaze forward, spine straight, pretending not to hear what they said.By the time i reached my office, Alia was already waiting inside, arms crossed, her expression taut.“You weren’t kidding,” Alia hissed as soon as the door shut. “People are talking. Loudly.”I dropped my bag on the desk. “What
The morning light poured through the curtains. I could still feel the warmth of Richard’s body. I laid on the bed for a long time, staring at the ceiling, my lips tingled as I remembered how I screamed his name last night.My body was a bit sore and it ached. Gentle reminder of the activity i partaked yesterday.I could barely stand up from the bed.Last night was everything I didn't know I was craving. He went gentle with me, kept checking on me. I felt alive…in a way i’d never experienced.Richard, my supervisor. The man every woman in New York whispered about, and now… mine?I rolled over, clutching my pillow on hearing my phone buzzing on the nightstand, breaking the trance. Alia’s name flashed on the screen.My stomach flipped. Of all people why Alia? She'll notice something is up, she always notices. I answered, trying to sound casual. “Hey.”“Don’t hey me,” Alia shot back, her voice sharp with suspicion. “Where were you last night? I kept calling you, yet, no answer.”“I—uh,
Silence stretched after Richard pulled back. I sat frozen. His words, “We shouldn’t,” still hung in the air, but his eyes betrayed him.Richard didn't say anything else, instead he grabbed me, pulled me against him.“Richard…” my voice whispers.He looked at me then, looked away sharply.I swallowed. “I want this. I want… you.”His jaw clenched, his body going rigid, as if those words set every nerve inside him alight. “Selena,” he said slowly, voice roughened, “do you know what you’re saying?”My cheeks burned, but I held his gaze. “Yes. I’ve never… I’ve never done this before.”Those words dropped like a stone. His eyes widened slightly, softening with surprise. “i know, you told me you’re a virgin?” His words were careful, as though he was confirming something sacred.I nodded, fingers twisting on my lap. I half-expected him to squinch, to shut this down. Instead, he reached for my hand, cradling it in his palm.“I need you to be certain,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across my
The week stretched long at Roth Enterprise, deadlines piling like bricks in a wall, but somehow Richard managed to carve out moments for me. We started having lunch together. What was once polite and formal, had grown into languid conversation. We teased each other, telling stories about childhood scars, and dreams we rarely confessed to anyone else.The chemistry between us was undeniable. Everyone knew. The stares got me questioning if people really knows what's going on. I became hyper-aware of my colleagues’ glances, the half-second pauses in conversation when I passed. All these questions kept hovering in my mind.But non of it mattered to me.Let them wonder, let them whisper. The only opinion that mattered to me was Richard’s. The following morning, happiness sat on my chest like a golden weight. My colleagues noticed before I even opened my mouth. “You’re glowing,” one said. Another teased, “What’s the secret? Lottery? Promotion?”Alia, however, seems to be distant lately. We
I followed Richard onto the rooftop. It was the lounge of a private club. He hadn’t asked, he’d simply said, “Dinner. With me.” His tone wasn't professional. This wasn't business. This was not another strategic meeting or a late night at the office. This was for pleasure and somehow, I couldn't say no.As we walked in, the sound of soft piano music floated in the air. Rich men and women sat at their round tables, eating and talking with laughter that sounded too fake to my ears. Butlers moved like shadows, serving wine and trays of food, their steps quick, precise.Richard ordered a bottle of red wine. He moved with ease and pride like someone who belonged here. I sat across from him, feeling the weight of his presence in every breath. Here, away from Roth Enterprise, he looked different. He loosened himself like an open door. Seeing this side of him was a realization both thrilled and it unnerved me. “You’re padded more than usual,” Richard said as he observed me like a teacher wh
I had just finished finalizing my presentation slides when my phone chimed. Notification hit my inbox: URGENT—European negotiations collapsing. Immediate review required.Fear spiked through me. This was the core of my project—the centerpiece that I've been working my ass for the past 3 weeks. The one Richard had trusted me with. If it fails, everything crumbles. The trust Richard has for me, My reputation and everything I've done goes down the drill and I wasn't going to let that happen. My dream company. My chance at a future. But the moment felt like a nightmare. My hands trembled so badly I couldn’t open it right away.By the time I got to the conference room, chaos had erupted. Executives argued in tight circles, papers littered the table. A potential partner had pulled out, citing “unstable projections.” Months of preparation teetered on the edge of collapse.Call it off,” Gallagher snapped. “We’ll regroup later.”“No,” I said sharply. The room went silent. All eyes on me.I