My phone buzzes on the kitchen table, Aunt Natty’s name glowing against the dim morning light. She’s not just my godmother, she’s the closest thing I’ve got to family. I grab it quickly, my heart already pounding.“Aunt, what did you find?” I ask, pacing the tiny kitchen, the smell of coffee grounding me.“Elsie, honey, hold still because this is a shocker,” she says, her voice sharp with that fire I’ve always loved. “I got Clara in records to pull Liam’s file again. It isn’t good. Dr. McMillian, the slick neurologist who signed his release.”There was a pause“But there’s no medication listed. None. No painkillers, no anti-seizure meds, nothing. For a man in a coma for three weeks? That’s not a slip-up. That’s suspicious.” She continued.My stomach twists. Last week when I told her about McMillian resigning, I saw the suspicion spark in her eyes. She knows the hospital better than anyone, and just his name set her off. “You think he was hiding something?” I whisper, my grip on the ph
Mr. Grey, this is the file you requested.”Her voice drifted in, soft and careful, just before a polite knock sounded on my office door.I looked up, smirking to myself. Anita Marshals stood there, folder clutched in her hands, her posture composed as always. But I had long since stopped seeing her as just another secretary.“Mr. Grey now, huh?” I drawled, leaning back in my chair, letting my eyes linger on her longer than necessary. “So that’s what we’re doing? Just Mr. Grey?”Her brows pinched slightly as she stepped closer, laying the folder neatly on my desk. “You asked for the report,” she said evenly, her voice polite but restrained.“Yes, but Liam works just fine.” I tilted my head, letting the grin sharpen just enough to make her blush. “Especially considering the night at your house.”Her hands stilled. A faint flush crept into her cheeks before she could stop it. She quickly clasped her fingers together, trying to compose herself, but the damage was already done.And just li
I sat down calmly at the diner while I listened to the faint hum of the light jazz song filling the background. The notes drifted lazily through the air, mixing with the clinking sounds of cutlery and the low murmur of distant conversations. It isn’t a fancy diner, no dazzling chandelier hanging in the center or marble countertop top but it is just the perfect place to have a meeting you want no one to find out about. My feet tap lightly on the tiled floor betraying the nerves I am trying to keep low and thankfully the dim light did justice in covering the nervousness on my face. A soft chime from the doorbell indicating someone had just entered the diner dragged my attention. And then a large smile covers my face when I saw her. I looked up, and the moment I saw her, my lips stretched out a smile I haven't worn in years. Aunt Natty. I stood up raising an eager wave to catch her attention. She stops mid-step, her eyes locking on me. Not much has changed about Aunt Natty in the l
I kissed him back.With just as much hunger, expressing years of buried desire.He took my face in his hands, his thumbs brushing my cheeks slightly as his lips moved against mine with a fierce velocity that stole the air from my lungs.I gasped, and he took full advantage to deepen the kiss, his tongue slowly finding mine, fighting for dominance and tasting me like he’d been starving for it.I didn’t hold back. Couldn’t.I slide my hands slowly up his chest, fingers clenching the fabric of his shirt. He groaned into my mouth, the sound low. I climbed into his lap without thinking, straddling him as my hands got busy with his hair. I’d spent years denying this part of myself. Denying us. And now, he was here, in my home, in my arms and the kiss felt like coming home.He wrapped his left arm around me, pulling me tighter against him until I could feel every inch of him. A little moan escaped my lips, taking that initiative he uses his right hand to grab my butt cheeks. Nothing was bet
I had just gotten home when the rain began again. It felt like a reminder of the kiss. It was past midnight when the knock came. I jolted up from the couch, my heartbeat pounding in the silence of my small apartment. I have been living with my mind on edge ever since the break-in. I hadn’t been expecting anyone, especially not this late. The rain had stopped an hour ago, leaving the streets wet and shiny. The faint light from Chicago City cracked through my window. Another knock. Firmer. Slower. Intentionally hesitant. I strolled toward the door in my socks, my robe loosely tied over my nightshirt. When I peeked through the peephole, my breath caught in my throat. Liam. He stood there, slightly swaying, one hand in the pocket of his slacks, the other brushing back damp strands of his hair. His suit jacket was missing, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and his tie crooked and loosened. He looked like an unstable man but still beautiful in the most dangerous way. He looked dr
I didn’t wait to hear another word. The moment Liam turned his attention to Clarisse’s flirty whisper and placed a hand on the small of her back, something snapped inside me. The air felt tighter. Sweat trickled down my spine, and my throat tightened. I murmured an excuse and left Liam’s office as fast as I could without drawing attention.As soon as I shut my office door behind me, I leaned against it and exhaled shakily.I needed to breathe. To think.I was running out of time.I don’t even know why MG hates me so much.Or whatever happened after the accident.I ducked into my tiny office. Trying to keep my trembling hands stable, I repeated the breathing exercise my therapist taught me.But the calm I was reaching for shattered at the sharp click of heels approaching.Before I could even turn to look, the handle twisted, and the door swung open without a knock.Clarisse.She stood in the doorway like she’d rehearsed the entrance. Dressed in an ivory silk blouse and a tailored wine