MasukHILLIAN'S POVTwo full weeks had passed since that night at the party, and I was doing everything in my power to keep myself occupied. I buried myself in work, managed old family business files, and stayed out as late as possible every single day. My father was genuinely thrilled to have me back in the city, constantly calling to check up on me and asking if I needed anything, but I still could not bring myself to feel comfortable inside that house. Every corner of the estate reminded me of what I had seen.I drove through the massive front gates in the middle of the afternoon, intending to quickly grab some important personal documents from my room before heading right back out. I walked through the quiet foyer and made a sharp turn toward the main staircase, only to freeze.Annabelle was coming down the steps. She wore a simple silk house dress that draped loosely over her curves."Hillian," she said, stopping on the lower step. Her voice was soft, surprised to see me home during
HILLIAN'S POVThe heavy bass of the music vibrated through the floorboards from downstairs, but I barely paid attention to it. I had pulled Kimmie into one of the vacant guest rooms on the second floor, pushing her back against the wooden edge of a long table. My hands were already sliding under her skirt, pulling her hips flush against mine as our lips clashed together.She kissed me back with an eager, unrefined passion, but she was clearly inexperienced. Her lips lacked the confidence, the smooth restraint, and the dangerous edge that I kept picturing in my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, it was not Kimmie I saw. It was Annabelle, lying on that king-sized bed, squirming under her own touch and moaning my name into the quiet mansion.Frustration flared deep in my chest. I grabbed Kimmie by her waist, flipped her around with one sudden movement, and bent her face-down over the sturdy wooden table."Hillian... mmm..." Kimmie whimpered, her voice muffled as her cheek pressed again
HILLIAN'S POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, adjusting the collar of my shirt. It was the evening of my welcome party, the one Ron had spent the last two days planning for me. My phone rested on the glass table nearby, buzzing continuously with incoming text messages and calls from Ron, who was clearly anxious for me to arrive on time. I ignored the screen for a few moments, taking a deep breath to settle my mind. Ever since my arrival at the house, I had been feeling an unusual sense of restlessness that I could not quite explain.Once I finished dressing in a casual black outfit, I picked up my phone and wallet, heading out of my room to inform my father that I would be going out for the night.The long hallways of the estate were completely silent. The usual noise of the house staff going about their daily duties was entirely absent. As I walked down the grand staircase, I saw only one young maid standing near the dining area, holding a tray."Young Mas
HILLIAN'S POVThe leather seat of the luxury sedan felt cool against my back as the driver navigated the long highway. I looked out the window, watching the familiar trees and buildings pass by. It had been ten whole years since I left this place. After my mother died, everything fell apart. My father buried himself in his business, and the tension between us became so heavy that leaving for boarding school and staying away for college was the only choice that made sense to me. The only reason I was even returning now was because my father had practically begged me to come home for his big two year wedding anniversary party.My phone buzzed in my palm, breaking the silence in the car. I looked at the screen and saw my best friend Ron calling. I answered it immediately, putting the phone to my ear."Look who finally decided to come back to the city," Ron said through the speaker, his voice full of energy. "I still cannot believe you have been gone for ten years, Hillian. You missed o
LAYLA'S POV"Mr. Bradford asked me to personally retrieve this box from his desk for safekeeping," I lied smoothly, holding up the mahogany case while maintaining a firm, unflinching expression.The secretary looked at the box, then glanced at my face. To my immense relief, her posture relaxed completely. "Oh, I see. Mr. Bradford is always very particular about his office suite. Have a good night, Layla.""Good night," I breathed, stepping past her into the waiting elevator.As the metallic doors closed, I let out a massive sigh of relief. On the ride home, my mind was entirely consumed by thoughts of Zayne, his commanding voice, his dark eyes, and the wild, filthy things I wanted him to do to my body the moment he returned from London.The second I stepped into my apartment, my phone rang. It was Matt. I rolled my eyes, ready to decline it, but curiosity won and I picked up."What do you want, Matt?""Are you fucking insane, Layla?" Matt screamed through the speaker, his voice trembl
LAYLA'S POVI stood in the center of his dimly lit office, staring up at the massive screen in complete shock. A breathless, nervous laugh escaped my lips before I could stop it."You are unbelievable, Zayne," I teased, crossing my arms over my chest as I looked up at his handsome face on the monitor. "You are so much dirtier than I ever imagined."Zayne chuckled low in his throat, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated clearly through the office speakers. He slowly unbuttoned his top collar and pulled off his silk tie, tossing it carelessly onto his hotel bed in the background. He licked his lower lip, his dark eyes fixed on me through the camera lens."You haven't seen anything yet, Layla," Zayne purred smoothly. "Now stop talking and start taking off your clothes."A thrilling wave of electric heat rushed straight down between my legs. I liked where this was going. The absolute risk of standing completely naked in his corporate suite made my heart race wildly.I slowly unbuttoned my







