ANMELDENI wondered if she’d be upset if I brought it up. After all, I wasn’t exactly innocent myself. I had been with several women during that time. “Babe, what’s wrong?” Her voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked, then forced a smile. “Nothing. Just remembered something I shouldn’t have.” “Care to share?” she asked softly. “It’s not important.” “But—” Her words were cut off as I leaned down and captured her other breast with my mouth, giving it the same slow, deliberate attention—licking, sucking, and grazing my teeth just hard enough to make her body jolt. Her moans grew louder, less restrained. I felt her hand sliding down my stomach toward the waistband of my pants. Before she could reach it, I caught her wrist. “Not yet,” I murmured against her heated skin. “Let me take my time.” She whined, a needy little sound, but she didn’t resist. I continued teasing her, savoring every shiver and gasp. But then the video flashed in my mind again. The frown returned, tightening m
Finally, I pulled back and brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear."You're so adorable, you know that?" I whispered. She searched my eyes. "You're not weirded my secret?" "I went through your stuff without asking. That's way weirder than keeping photos of your boyfriend." She laughed despite herself. "I have nothing to hide. You can go through my things—it's not weird at all. Besides, you could've just asked me about the necklace…" I winced. "In my defense, I was bored and missed you. Your friends weren't leaving, so I had to entertain myself with some treasure hunting. And I'm pretty proud of what I found. Evidence that you're secretly obsessed with me." She looked away. "I'm not secretly obsessed—" Then she paused. "Okay, maybe a little." "Just a little?" I leaned in, my voice dropping to a whisper. "What about my cock?" She shoved my chest half-heartedly. "Stop teasing me!" Her blush deepened. "That's not an answer," I said. She t
I held up one of the glossy photos between my fingers, trying and failing to hide the grin stretching across my face.“So…” I drawled, tilting my head. “I was looking for our T & L necklace…”I gestured toward the overflowing box.“…and I found this instead.”Lena’s eyes grew impossibly wide, her cheeks flooding a spectacular shade of pink.“I—I can explain,” she stuttered.Getting her flustered was definitely my favorite hobby.“Oh?” I folded my arms, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. “Please do, Your Majesty.”She opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again.“…It’s not what it looks like.”I laughed.“Baby…” I lifted another photo—one from my soaked-in-the-rain campaign. “There are over fifty pictures of me in here.”She gasped and lunged toward me.“Give those back!”I dodged her easily.“Uh-uh.”“Tarzan!”I held another one up.“My Milan Fashion Week backstage shots? And you selected the sexiest poses?”“That’s not true!” she cried.“And…” I looked at the black-and-white unde
TARZAN'S POVLena had been with her friends for over an hour now, and I was growing restless and bored.I'd intentionally switched off my phone so Reynold's management couldn't reach me. I needed today to be just about Lena, but since her friends are taking forever with her, things hadn't gone according to plan.Then I remembered the necklace I'd given her yesterday.I wondered where she'd kept it.I scanned the room, my gaze landing on a small locker tucked beneath her desk. It wasn't locked—just closed."Maybe she kept it in there," I muttered.I pulled the door open.No necklace.Instead, a black storage box sat neatly inside, labeled in her handwriting:"Teddy Bear."I reached for it, then stopped halfway.Would she be upset if I went through her things without permission? The name on the box matched the one she'd saved my contact as. Curiosity tugged hard at me, but it still felt wrong.I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck, and slid the box back into place. I started to close t
"What? No way!"I forced another laugh, waving my hands in front of me like I could someone distract them with it."Lena, we need an explanation. Hannah's theory makes a lot of sense," Nora said."I think you guys are reading way too much into this. First of all, Silver Adams is a famous model. He's in magazines. He's on billboards. My Tarzan is just a regular guy who happens to be handsome. That's it. Second—the Paris Gala? Please. I was home that night. That wasn't me!"Hannah didn't blink. She just rotated her phone slowly, letting everyone at the table see the full image."Are you guys doubting this is Lena? You're telling us this woman isn't you and that man is not your obsessive boyfriend?"Obsessive....In the picture, I was posing in yesterday's outfit, standing beside Tarzan,who had his eyes on me while I served fac at the camera.Honestly I was proud at how good I was at hiding my nervousness."I… I don't know how to explain that," I stammered. "Photoshop? Doppelgänger? Ther
Jessie took another bite and groaned in pure satisfaction. “This is amazing. Every single bite is perfect.” “The seasoning… the texture… everything is balanced,” Hannah murmured. Then she looked at me with a teasing smile. “I officially forgive you for making us wait.” The table erupted in laughter. Nora scooped another generous helping onto her plate. “Also, it would’ve been even better if he’d used rosemary in this one.” “I told you not to judge him too harshly."I reminded her. “Oh, we’re judging him fairly,” Nora replied. “He’s close to certified-chef level. Our official verdict is that you need to keep him forever.” Jessie nodded enthusiastically. "And don't forget the fact that he’s already handsome.” “The man can cook like a genius,” Nora finished. Jessie laughed. “I already feel jealous for your future kids. They’re going to be the luckiest children ever,”Nora said. “Imagine having a mom who’s an incredible baker and a dad who cooks like a culinary genius.” “I
In my panic, I'd completely forgotten. I was still in the outfit I'd planned to wear to the headquarters. I forced a casual smile and rubbed the back of my neck. "I… borrowed these. To surprise you. How do I look?" Lena's eyes traveled slowly from my perfectly styled hair down to my expensiv
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering against my ribs.Tarzan just sat there, arms crossed over that broad chest, the black nose mask and cap making him look more like a celebrity dodging paparazzi than a cousin paying a visit.Oh God, make him play along. Please.My marriage is about to be restored
LENA’S POV My eyes fluttered open to a pristine white ceiling. The room looked different—the curtains were no longer soft white but a calm, muted grey. My heart was still racing, and I gasped for air. That heavy, aching pressure lingered low in my abdomen, tingling painfully, desperate for a rele
The moment the cab finally pulled up to the Sapphire Suites Hotel, my men were already waiting. Three of them in dark suits stood by the entrance when we arrived. Before the driver could even get out to open the door — probably as thanks for the cash I’d given him — they approached. The driver st







