LOGINElliot
The morning light filtered through my office windows as I flipped through the proposal Susan had submitted. My focus was sharp, but not on the document in front of me...it was on her. She hadn't changed much. The confidence in her stride, the way she held her head high, the fire in her eyes when she spoke...it was all still there. But there was something else, too, something I couldn't quite place. She seemed... guarded. As if the years had built a wall around her that no one had dared to climb. I leaned back in my chair, tossing the folder onto my desk. I needed answers. But this wasn't just about the past. I couldn't afford distractions, especially not now. A knock at the door broke my thoughts. "Come in." Gerald stepped inside, his usual calm demeanor in place. "Ms. Hart is here for your meeting." My pulse quickened, but I forced myself to remain composed. "Send her in." Moments later, the door opened again, and Susan walked in. She was dressed in a fitted blazer and skirt, her hair pulled back neatly. She looked professional, poised, and completely in control. "Good morning," she said, her voice smooth but distant. "Morning," I replied, gesturing for her to take a seat. She sat down across from me, her expression unreadable. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us, heavy with unspoken words. "I reviewed your proposal," I said finally, breaking the tension. "And?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "It's solid. Your strategy is thorough, and the projected outcomes are promising." She nodded, but there was no hint of satisfaction on her face. "I take it there are changes you want to discuss?" "There are a few points I'd like to clarify," I said, leaning forward. "Specifically, the timeline for implementation." She pulled out her notepad, ready to jot down notes. But as I spoke, I couldn't help but notice the way her fingers tapped lightly against the pen, a small sign of her restlessness. **** Flashback "Come on, Susan. Just one dance." We were at a college party, the music thumping loudly in the background. Susan stood by the wall, arms crossed, watching the crowd with a mix of amusement and skepticism. "I don't dance," she said firmly. "Everyone dances," I countered, holding out my hand. "It's a universal rule." She rolled her eyes. "That's not how rules work." I grinned, stepping closer. "Are you really going to let me make a fool of myself on the dance floor alone?" "You don't need me for that," she shot back, but there was a hint of a smile on her lips. Before she could protest, I grabbed her hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. She stumbled slightly, glaring at me, but I didn't let go. "Elliot..." "Relax," I said, spinning her around. "Just follow my lead." To my surprise, she didn't pull away. Instead, she let me guide her, her movements stiff at first but gradually loosening. By the end of the song, she was laughing, her eyes shining in a way I hadn't seen before. "See?" I said, out of breath. "You're a natural." "Don't get used to it," she replied, but her smile betrayed her. **** Present Day – Susan The meeting lasted longer than I'd anticipated. By the time it was over, I was mentally drained. Elliot had been professional throughout, but there were moments when his questions felt personal, like he was testing me, pushing me to see how far I'd go. As I walked out of his office, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, frowning at the screen. It was a text from Meera, my closest friend and confidant. Meera: "How's it going with Mr. Billionaire Ex? Need backup?" I stifled a laugh, typing back quickly. Me: "It's... complicated. Drinks later?" Her response came almost immediately. Meera: "You're buying." Shaking my head, I slipped my phone back into my bag. The elevator ride down felt endless. As I stared at my reflection in the mirrored walls, I couldn't help but wonder how things had come to this...working alongside the man who had once been my world. I had spent years rebuilding myself after Elliot left, convincing myself that I was better off without him. But now, with him back in my life, even if only temporarily, all those carefully constructed defenses felt like they were starting to crack. I couldn't let that happen. Not again. *** Elliot After Susan left, I sat in my office, staring at the spot where she'd been. The years had changed her, but some things were still the same. She was still determined, still stubborn, still the woman who had once made me believe in something bigger than myself. But there was something else...something she wasn't saying. I wanted to know what it was. And for the first time in years, I wasn't sure if I could keep my distance.Susan I didn’t even realize I was holding my breath until his lips left mine for just a moment. My body was still humming from the way he pressed against me, from the heat radiating off him, from the way every inch of him seemed to know exactly how to ignite something inside me I didn’t even know I had. His hands moved over me...slow, deliberate, and teasing...and I shivered under the weight of attention I had been denying myself for far too long tonight. Every touch sent sparks racing up my spine, and I couldn’t stop the small whimper that slipped out. “Shh,” he murmured, his voice low and possessive, brushing his lips against my jaw. “Relax. Just feel.” And I did. I let go. I let go of the thoughts of logic, of rules, of everything I told myself I needed to control. I let go of the fear that had kept my mind distant for so long. I let go of everything… except him. I gasped as his mouth moved along my neck, his teeth grazing my nipples lightly in a way that made me arch i
Elliott I didn’t give her a chance to step back. Not that I wanted her to. One smooth motion, and I had her in my arms, her head resting against my shoulder, her body fitting perfectly against mine. The weight of her was both grounding and electrifying, and the soft gasp she tried to hide pressed into my chest like it belonged there. “Elliot…” she murmured, that one word tangled in surprise, anticipation, and something unspoken. “Shh,” I said, my lips brushing her temple as I moved. “I’ve got you.” The living room faded behind us, the quiet of the house pressing in around us, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the feel of her in my arms...the gentle press of her body against mine, the subtle warmth that made me ache in ways words never could explain. I carried her down the hall, each step measured but purposeful, until we reached the bedroom. I didn’t let her go. I just set her down on the bed, sitting on the edge with her between my legs. Her eyes were wide, lips pa
Susan And knowing Elliot Prescott… that usually meant something big was about to happen.The ride back was quiet.Not the kind of silence that felt strained or uncomfortable, but something softer...something that settled naturally between us. It was the kind of quiet that didn’t demand words, because everything that needed to be said already lingered in the space between us.I leaned my head lightly against the window, watching the city blur past in streaks of gold and white. Lights flickered across the glass, dissolving into one another as the car moved steadily through the night. The world outside felt distant, almost unreal, like something I was observing rather than part of.For a moment, I let myself forget everything.The small talks and pressure.His mother’s sharp, measuring gaze.All of it faded into the background, swallowed by the stillness inside the car.It was just me and him.I didn’t realize when Elliot’s hand found mine.But I noticed when his thumb brushed slowly ov
Elliot Ten years later, I still remember that ring.Not because it was valuable.But because it was the first time I imagined what it would be like to marry her.And now… I actually was.The irony of it wasn’t lost on me.Back then, I had bought her a five-dollar ring at a campus stall like a reckless college kid who believed the future would sort itself out.Now I owned half the skyline of this city, commanded boardrooms filled with executives twice my age……and somehow the woman sitting across from me during wedding planning still made me feel exactly like that same reckless kid.Susan was standing near the long dining table now, studying a set of invitation samples the planner had just delivered.Her brows were furrowed in concentration.“Something wrong?” I asked.She glanced up.“These fonts are ridiculous.”The planner froze.“Ridiculous, ma’am?”Susan pointed to the card.“This one looks like it belongs on a royal decree. And this one looks like a funeral announcement.”I coug
SusanThe wedding planner kept smiling like her life depended on it. Her voice was honey-sweet, her clipboard armed with color swatches and seating charts that made my head spin.I nodded through most of it, even when I didn’t understand why flower arrangements were suddenly a life-or-death situation or why choosing between cream and ivory table linens had to feel like picking sides in a war.Elliot sat beside me, legs crossed, calm as ever. Occasionally he’d glance at me, gently brushing his fingers against my wrist...grounding me. He hadn’t said a word when I chose the smaller chapel over the grand hall. He only nodded when I refused the media coverage his mother pushed for.“This is your wedding,” he said the night before our first planning meeting. “I want it to feel like you.”I didn’t tell him how much that meant to me. I didn’t have to.Still, even as we moved through fittings, food tastings, and floral inspections, I felt it...eyes on me.The whispers.From executives who thou
Susan The room faded behind me the moment Elliot led me away, our fingers entwined like lifelines. I barely remembered who was clapping or who raised a glass. My heels clicked down the polished hallway as we walked in silence, hearts pounding too loud to speak.We didn’t go to the main lounge or his office. He took me through the back stairs to the quietest wing of the estate...the old library no one used anymore.He opened the double doors and guided me inside.Warm, dim and dusty in a beautiful, forgotten way. The golden lamplight flickered against the wood-paneled walls.Elliot let go of my hand only to pull off his blazer and toss it onto the old armchair. He turned to me slowly. “Was it too much?”I laughed, covering my face. “Are you insane? You just announced our wedding date in front of a boardroom full of corporate royalty and both our mothers.”He crossed the room, eyes soft. “And you said yes without saying a word.”I looked up at him, heart swelling. “How long were you pl
Susan I walked out of Elliot’s office without looking back.I could still hear his voice...sharp, cutting, and desperate...“Don’t do this, Susan.” But I had to.Because in the end, love wasn’t enough.Not when his mother still saw me as an outsider. Not when the world still whispered about how I w
Susan The message stared back at me like a challenge. Eleanor Prescott requests your presence for lunch. One o’clock. Prescott Tower, 45th floor. I didn’t need to think twice. This wasn’t an invitation...it was a summons. Elliot’s mother had spent years pretending I didn’t exist, treating me li
ElliotWhen I finally walked into the boardroom, their faces looked like some overfed monkeys.The long mahogany table was filled with familiar faces...men and women who had sat in those same seats for years, acting like they ran the company.They didn’t.I did, I've always been the one.I took my
ElliotThe moment I stepped off that stage, the tension in the air was so thick one could cut it's edge with a knife..I barely made it into the hallway before Gerald caught up to me, his voice low but urgent."Sir..." He hesitated, carefully choosing his words. "That was unexpected."I smirked. "W







