LOGINWe stared at each other. I mean, I stared at him. I was sure I was the one doing the staring, all he did was dig into his food and ate.
It was not as if I wasn’t hungry but I couldn’t help but stare. The thing kept nagging in my head. How the Fuck did I get aroused from only a handshake. I tried so hard to take out the image of his face from my mind but I couldn’t. Those emerald green eyes bear seating into my mind as if it didn’t want to leave. “So eh ... .did you go to college?” he asked and I jolted out of my thoughts. He was staring at me, his dark brows furrowed, as he took in my confused expression. “College? No? My uhhh dad’s family didn't deem it fit that I was worthy to go to college” I said bitterly and his green eyes studied me curiously. “Didn’t deem it fit?” He repeated and I sighed. I hated talking about this but it was okay to share, especially with my father’s friend—scratch that, best friend “I meant my Dad’s family took all he left for me and didn’t even let me attend college. Those idiots” I said and finally decided to eat my food. Hmm, this is good. Mark's eyes darkened, even turned real hostile for a moment and he growled audibly. “Those fuckers, Paul was right. They are all power hungry tight assed wolves. Tight assed. Why did this feel like a bird’s song coming from his mouth? I must be crazy. “So no one to help huh?” He asked and I nodded, forcing myself to focus on the subject at hand not his still-perfect jawline. “How did you survive?” I sighed and stared at my half eaten meal. Wait, how did I eat that so fast? “I had to struggle on my whole. We’ll be a bitch sometimes and a bit hot headed, thing is I did survive” I answered and he chuckled, a sound that made the hairs on my arm stand and I clamped my thighs together before I could think anything naughty. “You’re one hell of a strong girl” “Woman” I corrected and he nodded. His green eyes roamed my body. “Woman” he repeated softly. “I can see that” ‘Yeah, you just checked my boobs sir’ I said inwardly. But I didn’t like the way he was staring at me like I was a little girl. “Your father would be proud” he muttered and I nodded. Indeed We ate the rest of our meal in silence. When we were done he paid the waiter and grinned at me. “I have gifts for you Sage” he said and I stared at him uncertainly, still recovering from his charming smile. “Yeah, one is that I am going to be promoting you as my personal secretary,” he said and I gasped. Personal Secretary? “Umm I am sure that’s too much sir” I said and he cocked his head to the side. “No it’s not” he started to walk away. “Come on, I want to drive you somewhere and oh call me Mark not sir” Yes, I mean no—fuck. What was wrong with me? We slipped into the car and he drove off. My mind raced, it’s been hours now and I can’t still get him out of my head, the image of his calloused hands in mine, shaking it. Now my head was filled with images of those hands, spreading my thighs, playing with my clit, dipping inside……… “Sage?” That deep voice came and I jumped, my head nearly hitting the roof. “Sir? Uhh Mark? “You look like you were about to pass out. Thinking of your dad?” He asked and I nodded. If only that was what I was thinking of. What the hell is wrong with me today?” How on earth did one go from being near impossible to aroused to being on a libido so high that I was afraid I was going to force myself on Mark. Now that I thought about it, it took all my willpower not to actually follow through with my thoughts. “We are here” he announced and parked the car in what looked to be a car dealership store. Wait, is this Davinci Wheels World? This was the biggest car store in the states. Why are we here? “You’ll see” he said and I realized that I had said that out loud. I had to be careful, I might just say the perverted things in my head. We got down from the car and I followed him to the place he walked. I watched as the men around bowed their heads slightly in respect and I stared at him in surprise. “I am dangerous,” he said with a wink and I sighed. He was aware right? He was aware of the things he was doing to me, he had to be, because why did my stomach lurch from just a single wink. Oh god. I was wet again, maybe I needed to see a therapist, this wasn’t normal, it wasn’t right. My mind kept telling me that: This man is old enough to be your father, girl. But my head wasn’t listening, I wanted this man, this man who still had a sharp jawline at Forty one. How was that even possible? “Here” he said, stopping in front of a……… Was that a freaking lambo? “She looks good eh?” He said and I stared at him, I had always wanted a car, my dad had promised to buy me one before he died in that accident. I stared at him gratefully. “Thank you” I said and he put a hand on my shoulder and I clamped my thighs together. Damn. Don’t flood the juices, pussy. Please listen to me, you’re part of me. “Anything you need, I am here for you” he said and my eyes drifted to those sexy looking red lips. Was he a vampire? How was he looking twenty nine at forty one. “Anything I need?” My eyes drifted to him and held. “Anything?”Sage POV Six Months LaterThe warm Mediterranean sun kissed my skin as I stood on the private terrace of our villa in Santorini. The Aegean Sea stretched out below us like a sparkling blue jewel. Whitewashed walls and bougainvillea surrounded me, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and wildflowers.I wore a simple white sundress that barely reached mid-thigh. Underneath, I wore nothing at all — just like Mark had ordered this morning.Strong arms wrapped around me from behind. Mark’s bare chest pressed against my back, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.“You look beautiful, Mrs. Arthur,” he murmured, voice low and rough in that way that still made my knees weak.I leaned back into him, smiling. “I still can’t believe you made me take your last name so fast.”His hands slid down my sides, possessively cupping my breasts through the thin fabric. “I waited long enough. Six months was my limit. You’re mine in every way now.”I turned in his arms and looked up at him. He l
Mark POV“Sage! No—Sage!”My voice cracked as I dropped to my knees beside her. Blood poured from the gunshot wound in her side, soaking my hands as I pressed down hard.“Little bird… stay with me. Please, baby, stay with me.”Her eyes fluttered, unfocused, but she managed a weak smile.“I love you… Daddy…” she whispered.Then her head lolled to the side, and her body went limp.Terror, as I had never known, slammed into me.“No! Sage!” I roared, scooping her up in my arms despite the screaming pain in my own wounds. “Hector! Medic! Now!”Hector was already shouting into his comms. “Medical team to the east wing! Gunshot wound, critical bleeding! Move!”I ran through the smoke-filled hallway, Sage’s blood dripping onto the floor with every step. Her body felt too light, too still in my arms.The medical team met us halfway, wheeling a stretcher. They tried to take her from me.I snarled, refusing to let go until the last second.“Save her,” I ordered, voice breaking. “If she dies, eve
Sage POVTwenty minutes.That was all we had before Vincent DeLuca arrived with everything he had left — men, weapons, and a burning desire to destroy the man I loved.The villa had turned into a fortress in record time. Hector’s team barricaded every entrance, set up sniper positions on the roof, and armed every available person. Mark moved through the chaos like a general, issuing orders despite the fresh blood seeping through his bandages.I stayed right beside him, pistol holstered at my hip, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst.Mark pulled me into a side room for a moment of privacy. His hands gripped my face roughly, green eyes blazing with intensity.“Listen to me, little bird,” he said, voice low and commanding. “When Vincent gets here, chaos is going to break out. You do not leave my side. If I fall, you run to Hector. Do you understand?”I shook my head, tears stinging my eyes. “I’m not running. I’m fighting with you. We promised—”His mouth crashed down on
Sage POVThe helicopter blades thundered above us as we raced through the night sky. Mark was slumped against me, his blood soaking through my shirt and his own. The bullet wound in his chest was bleeding heavily, and his face had gone pale beneath the soot and sweat.“Stay with me, Daddy,” I whispered urgently, pressing harder against the wound with both hands. “Don’t you dare close your eyes.”Mark’s green eyes fluttered open, locking onto mine with that fierce, possessive intensity even now. His hand weakly covered mine.“Not… going anywhere,” he rasped. “Not when my little bird still needs me to fuck her properly.”A broken laugh escaped me through the tears. “Save your strength for that promise.”The pilot shouted over the comms, “Landing zone in ninety seconds! We’ve got a medical team waiting at the secondary safe house!”Hector was on the other side, applying pressure to another wound while Beth frantically worked on her laptop, trying to jam any tracking signals Vincent might
Mark POVThe timer on the screen counted down with merciless precision.Vincent’s voice echoed through the speakers one last time before cutting off:“Fifty-eight minutes, Arthur. Transfer the company or watch your new toy burn with the rest of you.”The line went dead.I kept Sage pressed tight against my chest, my hand tangled in her hair. Her heart hammered against me. She was trembling, but not from fear — from pure, burning adrenaline.“We’re not dying here,” I growled. “Not today.”Hector burst into the server room, breathing hard, blood on his cheek from a graze. “East and west wings are compromised. They’ve got at least fifteen men inside. Explosives are confirmed on the lower levels — Vincent isn’t bluffing about leveling the place.”Beth was already moving, yanking cables and drives from the servers. “I can’t stop the detonation from here. The trigger is remote and hardened. We have to get out before it hits critical mass.”Sage pulled back just enough to look up at me, her
Sage POVThe sniper photo on the screen felt like a knife pressed to my throat.A red dot danced across the safe house entrance in the live feed. Someone was out there, watching, waiting for the perfect moment.My stomach twisted, but I refused to let fear win. I stood taller beside Mark, my hand still gripped tightly in his.“He’s trying to scare us,” I said, voice steadier than I felt. “Don’t let him.”Mark’s jaw was clenched so hard the muscle jumped. His green eyes were dark with barely controlled rage. “He’s not scaring me. He’s signing his own death warrant.”Hector moved fast, barking orders into his comms. “All teams, go dark. Shut down exterior lights. Activate full blackout protocol. Snipers on the roof — find that spotter and neutralize.”Beth was already typing furiously. “I’m spoofing our location feeds. He’ll see ghosts for the next twenty minutes. But that won’t hold forever.”Mark turned to me, his bloody, bandaged hand cupping my face with surprising gentleness.“Litt
I woke up to the steady rise and fall of Mark’s chest beneath my cheek.For a second, I didn’t move. I just lay there, wrapped in the warmth of his body, feeling his arm draped over my waist, holding me close even in sleep. His breathing was deep and even, his fever finally subsided.Memories of La
The silence stretched between us as we drove. Mark had suggested we check into a hotel that his men had secured. It was surprising that he did that and when I had asked he told me that he wanted to just get me away from the penthouse for a while. Now he sat quietMark had always been quiet, but thi
Mark was burning up.I noticed it the moment I woke up. His body, usually warm, was now too warm. His skin felt like fire against my fingertips, his face pale despite the heat radiating off him. His breathing was heavier than before, like his body was struggling to keep up.My stomach twisted.I sa
I woke up to the quiet, heavy air of the penthouse, my body sore from being curled up on the couch all night. My neck ached, and my back protested when I tried to straighten up. But it didn’t matter. The only thing that did was the man beside me, still breathing, still here.Mark was still asleep,







