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I lost track of time hunched over my sketches, the lamp casting a small circle of light in my otherwise dark apartment. My back ached from hours in the same position, but the designs for Vega Davidson were flowing better than anything I'd created in months. Free from Daniel's expectations and Alex's scrutiny, I was finding my voice again.The knock at my door nearly sent my coffee mug flying.I froze, pencil suspended mid-stroke. No one knocked at—I glanced at my phone—ten-thirty on a Tuesday. Olivia would have texted first. And Daniel... Daniel would have called to announce his arrival like the self-important asshole he was.The knock came again, more insistent."Maya? It's Alex. I know you're in there—the light's on."I set my pencil down with deliberate calm, despite the spike in my pulse. After our fight about the Paris opportunity yesterday, after I'd told him to stay out of my business, he had the nerve to show up at my door?"Go away, Alex," I called, not moving from my desk."
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The words hung in the air between us, his honesty stripping away my rehearsed defenses."You're not broken, Maya." His voice dropped lower. "You're the strongest person I've ever met."That caught me off guard. I opened my mouth but found I had nothing to say."I'm not here to fix you," Alex continued. "Every time I try to give you space, I imagine Daniel showing up at your door. I worry about what he might do."His proximity was suddenly overwhelming—the faint scent of his cologne, the warmth radiating from him, the intensity in his eyes that had nothing to do with professional interest.I kissed him.I'm not sure which of us was more surprised. One moment I was furious, the next I had him by the collar, my mouth crashing against his. The kiss wasn't gentle—it was all teeth and tongue, my body flush against his, heat pooling between my legs. My fingers tangled in his hair, tugging harder than necessary. I wanted to hurt him a little, wanted him to feel something raw and uncontrolled l
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The drive to Sunset Valley was silent except for the occasional hiccup of my breath as I tried to stop crying. Alex drove with both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white, attention fixed on the road ahead. The digital clock on his dashboard read 11:42 PM.My mind kept whiplashing between what had just happened in my apartment—his mouth on my neck, his hand between my legs—and what might be happening with Mami Lulu. The contrast was obscene. Every time my thoughts drifted to Alex, guilt crashed over me like a wave. How could I be thinking about sex when Mami Lulu might be dying?"What did the nurse say exactly?" Alex asked, his voice careful, neutral."Unresponsive. They can't wake her." I stared out the window at the passing streetlights. "Her blood pressure dropped. They're running tests."He nodded, taking the exit toward the care facility. "Has this happened before?""No. Not like this." I tugged at the sweater he'd grabbed for me, suddenly aware that I wasn't wearing a bra. The f
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Daniel stood in the doorway, impeccably dressed despite the late hour, his face a mask of controlled rage as he stared at Alex.Perfect. Just fucking perfect."Daniel, this isn't the place," I said, moving toward him to block his view of Mami Lulu.He ignored me, addressing Dr. Patel who had appeared beside him. "Doctor, I understand there's been some confusion about my mother-in-law's care. I'm Daniel Russo, Maya's husband.""Soon-to-be ex-husband," I corrected."A technicality that hasn't been finalized," Daniel smiled tightly at the doctor. "I'll be handling all financial matters for Mrs. Vega's care from now on."Alex stepped forward. "Maya's already making arrangements.""Is she?" Daniel raised an eyebrow. "With what money? The accounts are frozen during our... marital adjustment."Dr. Patel looked increasingly uncomfortable. "Perhaps we should discuss the medical situation first? Mrs. Vega's condition requires immediate decisions about her treatment plan.""Of course," Daniel sa
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I took the subway downtown, fury propelling me forward. The Russo Design headquarters occupied the top three floors of a sleek high-rise, all glass and steel and money. I'd worked here for years, my designs making millions while I remained a carefully managed asset.The security guard recognized me, hesitating when I approached the desk."Mrs. Russo. I, uh... don't see you on the appointment calendar.""That's because I don't have an appointment. But I'm sure my husband will make time for me."I still had my access badge—Daniel had never bothered to deactivate it, probably assuming I wouldn't have the nerve to return. But today, I'm using it. I swiped it at the elevator, relieved when the light turned green. At least I'd avoid the awkwardness of being escorted up by security.The executive floor was quiet when I arrived, most offices dark. It was after seven; the regular staff had gone home. But I knew Daniel would still be here. He always worked late, his dedication to the company on
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I heard the rustle of fabric as he shoved his jeans and boxers down. Then his fingers were gone, and I felt the head of his cock pressed against me. He paused there, so close to where I needed him."Say it again," he demanded."Fuck me," I repeated, beyond caring how desperate I sounded.“Not convincing enough,” he said, an I could only imagine the stupid smirk he would have on his face.“Pleassee”He pushed in slowly—too slowly—filling me inch by inch until he was all the way inside. We both went still, adjusting to the feeling. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave marks, his breathing ragged above me.Then he started to move, building a rhythm that had me clutching at the sheets, face pressed into the mattress to muffle the sounds I couldn't hold back. Each thrust hit perfectly, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine. I pushed back against him, matching his pace, taking him deeper."Harder," I demanded, voice breaking.His grip tightened as he complied, driving into me with
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"What is it then, Maya? What exactly do you want from me?" He pushed off from the counter, taking a step toward me. "Because I've been trying to figure it out since the moment we met, and I'm still fucking clueless.""I just want you to treat me like an equal!" I shot back. "Not some fragile thing you need to protect!""When have I ever treated you as anything less?""You make decisions about my life without consulting me!""What decisions?" He threw up his hands. "Name one actual decision I've made for you.""You—" I faltered, searching for concrete examples. "You decided I couldn't handle knowing why you were going to Milan.""I decided to handle a situation quietly before dumping more problems on you." He took another step closer. "You're fighting a war on multiple fronts. Your parents. The foundation. The board. I thought I could deal with one thing without adding to your plate.""That's not your call to make!""Fine!" His voice was sharp now. "You want to know? Daniel's been havi
