LOGINThe sun had barely begun to creep through the curtains when Ammie slipped out from under Adrian’s arm. She moved like a ghost, grabbing her robe and ghosting out of the room before the warmth of the bed could tempt her back.She didn't stop until she was locked in the downstairs bathroom, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She fumbled for her phone and hit the speed dial for Blue.Blue picked up on the second ring, her voice raspy. "Ammie? It’s six in the morning. Is the house on fire?""I did it," Ammie whispered, her eyes wide in the mirror. "Blue, I crossed the line. I destroyed the line. The line is a pile of ash."There was a long, stunned silence on the other end. Then, a loud thud—Blue likely sitting bolt upright in bed."What the fuck?" Blue’s voice was a frantic hiss. "Ammie! You did it? With the 'Contract King'? With Adrian?""Yes," Ammie breathed, leaning her forehead against the cool glass of the mirror. "It just... it happened. In the kitchen, then the
The house felt quieter than usual that morning, but it wasn’t peace—it was distance.Ammie moved around the kitchen slowly, making tea she barely intended to drink. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying Bianca’s words, Adrian’s silence, and the way everything had started to blur lately.Contract. Control. Confusion.And something else she didn’t want to name yet.---Adrian came downstairs later than usual.No suit jacket.No usual sharpness in his posture.Just a man who looked like he hadn’t fully slept.His eyes landed on her immediately.She noticed.But didn’t look up.---“Morning,” he said finally.Ammie nodded slightly. “Morning.”Short.Careful.Different from before.---He walked into the kitchen but didn’t sit immediately.He just watched her for a second.“You’re leaving early?” he asked.Ammie paused slightly. “Work.”He frowned a little. “You didn’t wait for me.”That made her look up.“…Wait for you?” she repeated.Adrian hesitated.Then corrected himself. “We usually leav
The office didn’t calm down as the day went on.If anything, the whispers only got worse.Ammie could feel it everywhere she walked—glances that lasted too long, conversations that stopped too quickly, phones that suddenly tilted away the moment she approached.She kept her head down, but her thoughts refused to stay quiet.This is what happens when I get close to him.Inside Adrian’s office, the atmosphere was different.Colder.More controlled.His PA stood in front of his desk, tense.“We’ve managed to suppress some of it,” he said carefully. “But the image already spread before we could contain it.”Adrian leaned back slightly in his chair.“Who started it?”“We’re still tracking—”“I want names,” Adrian cut in immediately.The PA nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”Silence followed.Adrian stared at the tablet again.Not the picture.The comments.The assumptions.The word wife used like it meant nothing.His jaw tightened slightly.“…They don’t know anything,” he muttered.But somehow—
Ammie didn’t go back to her desk immediately. She stood in the hallway for a while, phone still in her hand, Blue’s voice echoing in her head even after the call ended. “Girl, that man likes you.” She exhaled sharply. “No,” she whispered to herself. “No, that’s not it.” But her chest didn’t agree. Inside the office, Adrian hadn’t moved much since she left. The file on his desk was still open, but his focus wasn’t on it anymore. It was on her. The way she looked at him after the kiss. The shock. The hesitation. And the fact that she didn’t immediately hate it. His jaw tightened slightly. “…That was a mistake,” he muttered. But even saying it didn’t feel convincing. A knock came at his door. “Come in.” His PA stepped inside carefully. “Sir… there’s something you should see.” He handed over a tablet. Adrian took it, glanced once— And his expression darkened. Ammie’s name. His name. A picture. From the office hallway earlier. Not the kiss
Morning came with a strange kind of calm.The kind that didn’t last.Ammie stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her outfit carefully. Her fingers paused for a second as her thoughts drifted back to last night. The conversation. The silence. The way things didn’t feel broken anymore… but not fixed either.“…What exactly are we doing?” she murmured.She shook it off quickly.Work.She needed to focus on work.---The moment she stepped into the company building, she felt it.Eyes.Whispers.Muted conversations that stopped the second she passed.Ammie slowed slightly, pretending not to notice—but she heard enough.“That’s her…”“The CEO’s wife…”“Contract or not, she’s really here…”Her grip tightened slightly on her bag.So it was starting again.---At the reception, one of the assistants gave her an awkward smile. “Good morning, ma.”Ammie nodded politely. “Morning.”But even that felt… different.Like they weren’t sure how to treat her anymore.---She walked toward her desk, try
The word stayed between them.“Stay.”Ammie didn’t move immediately. Her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of her bag as she tried to understand what that one word meant now. Not before. Not during the contract. But now.Adrian didn’t rush her. He just stood there, watching, waiting—something he rarely did.“…In your room?” she finally asked, her voice low.He nodded once. “Yes.”Silence followed.Not uncomfortable.Just… careful.Ammie looked at him for a long second, searching his face for something—control, pride, indifference. But what she saw instead only confused her more.Calm.Maybe even… sincerity.She exhaled softly.“…Okay.”Not fully certain.But not resisting either.---The room felt different the moment she stepped in.Not because it had changed—But because she had.Ammie walked in slowly, her eyes taking in the space like it was new. She had been here before, but never like this. Never with the understanding that she wasn’t just passing through.Adrian closed







