Masuk“You want this cock, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice a dark rasp. "Say it." “Yes,” I sobbed, my body trembling. “God, yes.” ------ Chelsea Laurent caught her boyfriend in bed with her best friend. What she didn't expect... was to fall for his father. In an attempt to drink away her sorrows and spend the night with a stranger, she ran straight into the arms of a man whose touch promised the kind of ruin she craved. But before the night could turn into something irreversible, she found out he was no other than her ex boyfriend's father and fled his hotel suite, never expecting to see him again. Until she came face to face with her boss. The stranger from the hotel. Her ex’s father. Leonard Grey, billionaire, ruthless tycoon, and the most dangerous man she could possibly want.
Lihat lebih banyak(Chelsea's POV)It was quarter past seven, when the office had already surrendered to shadows and the cleaning crew's vacuum hummed three floors below. I'd stayed late organizing Leonard's calendar for the following week, a task that should have taken twenty minutes but stretched into two hours because I kept reading the same entries twice.I had been heavily distracted. I found it unfortunately so hard to concentrate that I actually stayed late. Again. This time, being my fault for letting Bianca’s visit get to my head. I couldn't stop thinking about it. The way she had looked at me. The way the alarms in my head had gone off.She seemed like someone to never be messed with. Even though she was no longer married to Leonard, for some reasons, she had still scared the shit out of me. I had only made efforts to hide it.The sudden sound of approaching footsteps made me flinch. It was Leonard. He walked towards me and stopd in front of my desk."You're still here," he said in that low vo
(Leonard's POV)Unlike other people, Bianca never made an announcement. The general public passed through reception, provided their identities, waited for authorisation, and, if denied, accepted the response.Bianca passed through doors as if they were designed specifically for her. She didn't enquire about her greeting. She acted as though the room owed her a warm welcome. Jenna's speech sounded strained and a little out of breath because of this as she announced through the intercom that Bianca was here.My ex wife.I didn’t look up from the file on my desk. I kept reading, kept my pen moving, kept my posture calm. I could already envision her as vividly as if she were there in front of me, but the words in front of me blurred nonetheless. flawless hair. Excellent posture.Her eyes never met her flawless smile. I clenched my fingers around the pen till I felt like it would break."How did she manage to bypass security?" I enquired.Jenna answered, "She said you were expecting her."
(Chelsea's POV)I didn't get much sleep. I always saw him in front of my door when I closed my eyes. Beside my head, Adrian's fingers pressed against the wall. When he claimed that I still belonged to him, his voice trailed off. the assurance it contains. As if I were something he had lost, rather than someone who had left.My nerves were ragged by dawn. In an attempt to calm something inside of me that would not go away, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror for longer than usual and brushed my hair back harder than I should have.The drive down to work felt longer than usual. Every time the car stopped at a traffic light, my shoulders tightened, half expecting Adrian to show up like he had done the night before.When the doors finally opened and I stepped out in front of the big, tall building which waited ahead for me, relief washed through me so fast it almost made me dizzy.My mind kept replaying his words. You’re still mine. No one else can have you.I clenched my fists. He fe
(Chelsea's POV)The scent of burnt toast and old carpet shampoo filled the corridor outside my apartment. Every evening, the faint overhead light flickered and the building's wiring decided to warn everyone that it was tired, and the scent was the same. I'd been here long enough to know which stairwells were always drafty, which neighbours slammed their doors, and which floorboards squeaked.Nothing felt familiar that night. I felt cold holding my keys. My shoulder was cut by my bag. It was the kind of fatigue that sat in your bones, and my body was already hurting from the day.Leonard's fingerprint-like gaze, meetings, and my own anxiety whenever my phone buzzed were all things I had forced myself to endure. I had promised myself that after I got home, I would lock the door, take a shower, and act as though no one could get to me.Then I caught sight of him. Like he belonged there, Adrian leaned against the wall close to my door. He had his suit jacket open. For someone who seemed t
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