LOGINI sat there, stunned by his unexpected job offer and disappointed that I still hadn't managed to say everything weighing on my heart.I returned home, replaying our brief interaction over and over again.The rest of the day, my mind kept circling back to his offer and the risks that came with it.Being his manager meant seeing that side of him every day—the side that shattered my heart.I can't do it... I'm not sure I can handle any of it.I spent the entire afternoon arguing with myself, convincing myself not to take the job.Yet another part of me urged me to accept it.I'd already seen enough.Maybe if I accept this job and get close to him... I can finally tell him everything.But... what if that wasn't the whole story?That evening, I found myself scrolling through countless blogs about Sliver Adams, searching for anything.My phone suddenly rang.It was Nora."Hello, Nora.""Lena! How did it go? I'm so sorry I couldn't be there for you."I smiled."Your apology is useless becaus
I made my voice as low as possible. "First, I want to say I’m sorry for stalking you yesterday. I know it was wrong, but I need to get this off my chest. The last time we were together… I said a lot of things to you— " “You said a lot of things to Tarzan,” he cut me off. “Not me.” I looked up at him, confused. “But you are—” I stopped mid-sentence, the meaning of his words sinking in. *Same thing his manager said. He is the Tarzan that I fell in love with anymore* He kept staring at me, his gaze so intense it felt like nothing else existed in the room. He didn’t look away once. I dropped my eyes to the table, unable to hold his stare any longer. “I really wish you could hear me out,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I know you’re hurting, and it hasn’t been easy on my side either. After what happened yesterday, I kept having nightmares… I cried myself to sleep. My heart’s been so heavy because there are so many things I need to say, but I don’t even know where
LENA'S POVNora was out of town, and Antoine had an emergency call from home. Neither of them was available—something that almost never happened. Those two rarely gave excuses and were always ready to go out at a moment’s notice. It was as if the universe itself was warning me not to go. *Yet here I was*I took a deep breath and dialed the number. It rang for what felt like forever before someone finally picked up.“Hello? I’m at the address. In front of Cruz Café, right? Are you inside?”Silence.“Hello…? Hello?”“Turn around.”The low voice sent a chill down my spine. I turned slowly and saw a tall man standing a few feet away, wearing a black cap and a nose mask. My heart slammed against my ribs.His height, his posture, the way he carried himself—it all reminded me of…He pulled the mask down.“What’s with the reaction?” he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice. “Expecting another creep?”*Tarzan.*I couldn’t blink. Couldn’t speak. I simply stood there, staring at him like I’
She had prepared an entire speech all night—everything she wanted to say to him. But the moment she saw him like that, every word had died in her throat. She covered her mouth, trying to muffle the sobs, but they still escaped. The driver kept glancing at her in the rearview mirror, concern and discomfort etched on his face. She didn’t care. When she finally reached home, she paid him with trembling fingers and stumbled into her apartment. The second her bedroom door closed, she collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow. But sleep wouldn’t come. The images kept haunting her—vivid, relentless, like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. She couldn’t keep this trapped inside her chest anymore. *I have to go back and try again. I have to tell him everything I wanted to say.* That would be the end of it. She wasn’t expecting them to get back together anyway. Lena tried to push herself up, but her body refused to obey. Every limb felt heavy, drained, as if the em
“You can’t just leave like that,” Kirk said with a low, mocking laugh. “Of course not. No woman leaves here without being thoroughly satisfied.” George’s voice was thick with lust as he grabbed Lena’s wrist and pulled her deeper into the suite. The heavy scent of sex, sweat, and expensive cologne hung thick in the air. “Please… no,” she whispered, voice trembling. “I’m not here for this. Please, just leave me alone.” “Haha, she’s cute,” Kirk drawled, his gaze raking over her body. “Look at her—so soft. That body was made to be fucked. She can’t possibly walk out of here without something thick stretching her open.” He glanced toward the center of the room. “Right, Silver?” All eyes turned to Tarzan. But he didn’t even look up. He was still buried deep inside the woman beneath him, pouring more lube over their joined bodies before slamming back in with brutal, rhythmic force. Her loud, broken cries of overwhelmed pleasure filled the room with every savage thrust. The wet, obsce
Lena’s heart hammered against her ribs as the security guard led her through the private elevator. At first, a rush of nervous excitement had coursed through her when she was told he had requested her presence. *He wants to see me!* But that thrill quickly curdled into anxious dread. I didn't expect it to happen so easily... what should I say first? She mentally scrambled, her thoughts tangling into knots. The entire ride up, she muttered fragments of speeches and apologies under her breath—rehearsing how she might explain sneaking in like some obsessed fan, how she could clarify that she hadn't meant what she’d said a year ago about his late parents. “Here. The door at the extreme end,” the security guard said, stopping short and gesturing down the corridor. Lena thanked him with a shaky nod and approached on trembling legs. Muffled sounds bled through the door—moans, wet slaps, laughter—and her stomach clenched into a tight, cold knot. Still, she raised her hand and kn
LENA'S POV What a day... I drifted through the rest of my shift like a shadow, barely present. Julia and the girls noticed. They gently pulled me aside and told me to take a break—they'd cover for me, they wouldn't say anything to the boss since she's still on maternity leave. I whispered a sh
I jerked back, pulse thudding in my ears. His hand froze mid-air, then dropped slowly, though his intense eyes stayed locked on mine. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I should have asked first. May I touch your hair?” “No! Are you even listening to what I’m saying?” His gaze moved over my
I looked up to ask her name and where her parents were — but the little girl in the yellow raincoat was already running down the sidewalk, braids bouncing. “Wait!” I called. She didn't look back. I stared back at the note in my hand, then at the rose. That was strange. I read the note agai
MITCH'S POVI closed the bathroom door behind me and let out a long breath, finally free from her tear-stained face and those pathetic, hopeful eyes.That went about as well as I expected.Lena really is something.Always crying. It doesn't matter if she's happy, sad, or confused. Tears are her def







