로그인**Hayes’ POV**I wasn’t in the right frame of mind for a conversation with Finnian Thorne.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—Leylie, her skin flushed, her lips parted, her body moving against mine like she couldn’t get close enough.I hated that I still yearned for her. I couldn’t stop wanting her.My phone buzzed on the table. I glanced down, and the name on the screen sent a sharp jolt through my chest.Leylie: I know you hate me right now, but I didn’t mean to deceive you. I should have told you who I was in that private room. I shouldn't have hidden my identity, and I’m truly sorry for that. I really messed up. I made a mistake, and I can’t take it back, but I’m not a gold digger, Hayes. I was never after your money. All I ever wanted was you.I took a deep, calming breath after reading the text. I couldn't hate her even if I wanted to. I can't even stop thinking about her because last night was incredible. She was the first woman I had allowed into my bed since Melissa’s d
**Finnian's POV**“You have been moody ever since you got back from that event,” Blair said to me, her voice cold.I wasn’t in the mood to talk or explain the rage and humiliation that were eating me alive, especially not to Blair. I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, leaving red marks.“I just have a lot on my mind,” I told her half-heartedly, not even bothering to look at her."Yeah? A lot like Leylie, right?"The name triggered something ugly in my mind. I stood up before I even realized I was moving, my finger trembling as I pointed it at her face. "What the hell, Blair! I’m not in the mood for your bullshit tonight. I’ve had a hectic day, and I’ve got a damn headache!"She didn’t flinch. Instead, she smirked, letting out a dry chuckle that made my blood boil even more. “Finnian, you are absolutely pathetic, you know that, right? I made a big mistake marrying you. Honestly, maybe I should have gone after
**Hayes’ POV**I was angry. No, that was too easy. I was fucking furious. The kind of rage that blurs your vision, makes your pulse pound in your ears, and causes your hands to shake with the urge to break something.I had always prided myself on being shrewd, a man who could see through a lie from a mile away. I thought I was the best judge of character, and now I was standing outside her door, feeling like the biggest idiot on the planet.I shook my head in disgust as I headed to my room to get ready for work.I had to leave. I couldn’t stand looking at her face any longer without going crazy.I stepped into the shower and turned the water to a punishingly cold temperature, trying to scrub her scent from my skin. But no matter how hard I scrubbed, I couldn’t wash away the memory of her touch or the way she had moaned just hours earlier. I had finally allowed myself to act on impulse, to feel something without calculating the repercussions, and it had come back to bite me in the ass
**Leylie’s POV**The bright morning light filtered through the curtains, dancing across my eyelids.I stretched my arms high over my head, my whole body heavy and warm, buzzing with the kind of satisfaction I had never experienced before.Every muscle ached in the best way, a reminder of last night, of Hayes’s hands, his mouth, and how he made me feel like I was on cloud nine.Last night was, without a doubt, the best night of my life. It wasn’t just the sex, though that was on another level. Sex with Finnian had always felt like a chore, a duty I had to perform while he chased his own pleasure. But Hayes… Hayes had been different. He worshiped my body. He was hungry for me in a way that made me feel seen, cherished, and alive. He touched me as if he was memorizing every inch of my body, whispering my name like it was something sacred.He had made me feel beautiful, wanted, and needed, and for the first time in my life, I had enjoyed sex and reached climax twice in one night.A wide,
**Hayes’ POV**She gasped against my mouth, her hands flying up to grab my shoulders. I didn’t give her a second to think. I kicked the door shut behind us, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway, and pressed her back against the wood. My hands slid down to her hips, fingers gently digging into the silk of her dress. I kissed her with a desperation that had been building since I saw her on those stairs. She moaned softly, the sound vibrating against my lips, as she instantly parted for me. My tongue met hers in slow strokes, tasting her, exploring her, and she responded with equal hunger.I groaned softly, one hand rising to grasp the back of her neck as I tilted her head to deepen the kiss. My other hand slipped through the high slit of her dress, reaching her bare thigh. Her skin was smooth, warm, and trembling beneath my touch. I traced higher, my breath catching as I brushed the edge of her lace panties, noticing she was already soaked."Leylie," I breathed against her lips, voic
**Hayes’ POV**What the hell was Nicole doing here?I felt my jaw tighten the moment I saw her walking toward us. Nicole was Melissa’s best friend, always too close, always too bold, always too willing to fill the space my wife had left behind. I had shut her down years ago, but she never quite got the message.“Hi, baby,” she purred, reaching out to trace a red fingernail down my arm. Her eyes were locked on mine as if Leylie didn’t exist. It was typical Nicole: bold, intrusive, completely lacking any sense of boundaries.I didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, I tightened my grip on Leylie’s waist, pulling her against my side, her body warm and soft against mine.I glanced down at her and saw her eyes narrow at Nicole, brows knitted together, lips pursed in a thin line. The look was pure fire—jealous, possessive, and so fucking sexy it made my blood run hot.“Who is she, Hayes?” she asked, her voice sharp, edged with a bite I hadn’t heard before. She sure knew how to play the poss
**Hayes’ POV**The knocking didn't stop. It was persistent, and it sounded like it was coming from someone who felt they had every right to be at my door. I looked at Leylie; her brows raised, her blue eyes wide open. "Go to the dressing room," I commanded, pointing to the closet door, keeping my v
**Leylie’s POV**“Save her?” I whispered, my eyes bouncing between the emergency injection pen and the unconscious form of Hayes Doyle sprawled across the bed. “How? What the hell do I even do with the pen? Oh my God, this can't be happening to me right now.”I reached over and nudged his shoulder,
**Leylie’s POV**The rain didn’t let up; each drop felt like a needle against my bare skin as I walked away from the only life I had known for four years. My bare feet slapped against the cold, rough pavement, each step sending sharp pain up my legs. I kept my arms wrapped around myself, trying to
**Hayes’ POV**My head hurt with a dull, pounding ache that made it hard to think straight. I forced my eyes open; the dim light in the hotel suite was sharp enough to make me wince. I was lying on top of the covers, still in my tuxedo, but my shoes were gone, and my bow tie was missing.I groaned







