LOGINDiana’s voice continued.“Now I pitied him. His obsession with you isn’t healthy… and it’s not something that can easily be explained. We all have our demons—those little things that loosen the screws in our heads. That first week, he literally went insane. Some nights I had to stay with him. I’m telling you frankly, he went four days without sleep. The only thing that eventually helped him pass out was… masturbating.” She paused. “Don’t ask me who he pictured.”Diana exhaled slowly before continuing.“When even that stopped working, he started drawing your face every morning the moment he woke up—like he was terrified of forgetting a single detail. At some point, he turned to drugs. That was when I stopped recognizing him. He got addicted and changed totally...his emotions was hardly seen on his face. He lost lot of projects because of that."Lena’s grip tightened on the phone until her knuckles ached. Diana went on. “This strong young man who survived watching his own parents murd
Back at the apartment, Lena hadn’t moved from her spot. The food on the table had gone cold, and the heavy silence pressed in on her from every corner of the room. Finally, she stood, her legs shaky beneath her, and began clearing the dishes with mechanical movements. *Why did I push so hard?* she thought, rinsing a plate under the scalding water. *He’s right… it’s his life. But I can’t just stand by and watch him destroy himself.* A new, uneasy thought slipped in: *Maybe he already found a new manager. That would explain why he didn’t answer when I said I accepted the offer.* Her phone buzzed sharply on the counter. Her heart lurched. She rushed over, nearly knocking over a glass. A message from Silver Adams. "Tomorrow. 8 a.m. Studio briefing. I’ll come pick you up." Lena stared at the screen, her pulse stuttering. *So I’m really starting tomorrow?* *That means he’s my boss now.* She picked up the phone with trembling fingers and typed back a simple reply. **Lena
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Tarzan clicked the unlock button on his car, slid into the driver's seat, and slammed the door shut.The engine roared to life as he pulled away, beginning the drive home.One hand rested loosely on the steering wheel while the other propped up his head, his elbow planted on the driver's-side armrest.His cheek leaned against his fist, half-lidded eyes fixed lazily on the road ahead.He looked more bored than bothered, as though the argument he'd just walked away from hadn't affected him in the slightest.*It's been a whole damn year... and she suddenly shows up again, acting like nothing ever happened.*His jaw tightened ever so slightly.*The penthouse she lives in screams money. The only reasonable explanation is that she's Ricardo's daughter-in-law*His grip on the steering wheel tightened.His wireless earpiece chimed, slicing through the silence."What?"Tarzan answered, his voice flat."Don't 'what' me," Mr. Reynolds snapped, his irritation crackling through the line."Where th
Tarzan raised an eyebrow.*She really wrote them down? I guess she is still as adorable as always*His eyes were on her lips as she continued."And number two..you should not..".He cuts in“Why shouldn't I smoke or do drugs?” She swallowed hard, keeping her eyes fixed on her notes to avoid his piercing gaze. “How can you ask that so nonchalantly? Because drugs are bad for your health. You’re only twenty-four—you’re going to start having organ problems before you even hit thirty. And worse, you’re a public figure. You have to be more careful about the life you’re living. I… I really don’t know if I could handle all of that as your manager.” “You’re talking about my private life. That’s none of your business,” he interrupted coolly. Lena looked up and met his eyes. There was no emotion in them. “But as your manager… it is my responsibility to be involved in your private life.” “Let me make this clear. I need a manager who answers to my senior boss, handles sponsors, and takes ca
“So,” he said flatly, “you took advantage of me while I was drunk?”Lena’s eyes flew wide. “What?”“You heard me.” His voice stayed eerily calm, but something cold flickered beneath it. “I don't remember everything from last night. I wake up here, in your apartment, tasting you in my mouth. What else am I supposed to think?”“No!” She snapped, her voice cracking with a mix of fury and mortification. “It was you. You were the one who went down on me, Tarzan—Mr. Silver. I tried to stop you. I told you it wasn’t right, that you were drunk, but you… you wouldn’t listen. You were insistent. And I—”She broke off, the words dying in her throat as the memory crashed over her in vivid, unwanted detail: his strong hands gripping her thighs, the relentless, skilled press of his tongue.Tarzan stared at her, unblinking, the seconds stretching like hours.Then, almost imperceptibly, his jaw loosened. “…Then I owe you an apology.”Lena dropped her gaze, her cheeks still flushed. “You don't have
LENA'S POV“Why are you quiet? Don’t you want this?” Mitch’s voice came out rough.“I do,” I replied quickly.“Then why did you pull away when I touched you?”He asked with a tight frown.*How do I defend myself now? What am I supposed to say?*“I… it’s really nothing. My nipples are just super sen
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
“Tarzan?” The boss’s voice cut through my thoughts. I forced the words out. “I’ll...be at the headquarters tonight".* Lena said she will be here soon, so I won't leave until then* “Good. Hey… . I know you’ve always seen Keisha as a younger sister. But if she sees you as something more now—
MITCH'S POVElena lay sleeping on my chest while my mind raced, still thinking about the right time to ask her for a promotion.I’d ended up at her house again.After the drama from last time, the looks I got from the workers — even the security guards — were something else. But I kept my head high







