Roxy’s POVThe intercom on my desk buzzed with a jarring sound, snapping me out of focus. I jumped a little, not used to the sound yet.Take the damn call, Roxy. It’s a phone, not an alarm, the voice in my head grumbled as it rang for the third time.I picked it up quickly and brought it to my ear.“Come to my office,” came his voice—deep, smooth, and commanding.I replaced the phone and looked up. Through the glass wall, I could see him sitting at his desk, sharp-featured and serious. He didn’t smile. He never did. But that only made it worse—or better, depending on how you saw it.My heart fluttered. Ugh. Why did he have this effect on me?I straightened my posture, smoothed down my blouse, and walked over to his office. My palms were already clammy. Perfect.“Yes, Mr. West. You called?” I said as calmly as I could.He looked up. My eyes instantly dropped to his wrist—he was wearing the watch. The one I “bought” him.Okay, fine, I didn’t actually buy it. But he thinks I did, and tha
Roxy’s POVForty minutes later, I was done. 20 minutes earlier than the time I was given. My brain felt fried, but I pulled myself together, grabbed the research, and walked back to Mr. West’s office. My heart was beating way too fast. Nerves. Excitement. All of it.My mind raced as I approached his door. Would he be impressed? Would I finally get a real acknowledgment from him?I couldn’t help but imagine all the possible ways this could play out, and frankly, my anxiety was doing circles inside my chest.I knocked gently before walking in.“Here’s your research, sir,” I said, trying to sound all cool and professional. “Each case has its own precedence.”He looked at me with this straight face. Then he took the file, flipped it open super fast, and skimmed through. His eyebrows lifted just a little. He glanced at his watch.“You did all this in… forty minutes?”“I’m pretty resourceful, Mr. West,” I said. I was proud, even though I was low-key freaking out inside.But he didn’t react
Roxy’s POVWe had just arrived at this restaurant near the firm for lunch, and the second I stepped inside, my mouth went dry. This place was fancy. Like, old-money-meets-Vogue kind of fancy. Sparkly chandeliers, marble floors so clean they looked illegal to walk on, and high ceilings that made you feel small in the best and worst ways.And me? I was standing there in my regular outfit, feeling like I’d just wandered into the wrong movie set.But Sarah? She fit in like she owned the place. No joke. Her cream blazer, matching pants, and those clicky heels? She looked like a boss. Confident. Smart. People noticed her right away.A man in a perfect suit greeted her immediately. “Welcome, Ms. McLain,” he said. Like she was a celebrity. “Your seat is reserved.”“Thank you, Blake,” she replied smoothly. And just like that, we were being led through the restaurant. I followed, trying not to trip over my own nerves.Everyone around us was dressed like they were about to walk a red carpet, whi
Roxy’s POVI could tell Sarah didn’t want to talk about it.But my vines? Yeah, they had a mind of their own. They weren’t backing off. If anything, they were spreading fast—growing, reaching, pushing. I knew I should stop, but something inside me just... wouldn’t.“I don’t mean to meddle,” I said quickly, giving her my sweetest I-care voice. “It’s just that I saw how it affected you when Rachel mentioned her.”That made Sarah look up. And I mean really look at me.She paused. Debated. Weighed her options like I was a courtroom jury and she wasn’t sure how much to give away. Then finally—she sighed. A long, tired sigh. Her face changed. More serious now.“Amber is a low-grade school teacher who’s suing SPECTRUM, one of California’s finest paint factory,” she said.“She thinks their paint is making their workers sick because her son, who used to work there five years ago, just died from unknown causes. Although there’s no clear report to prove it, she insists he started showing signs w
Roxy’s POV“Goodnight, Roxy!" Greg from corporate law called out.I waved, flashing a smile. “Night!”Then Emily from paralegal passed, already halfway out the door. “You saved my life today.”“Anytime,” I said, keeping it casual.But inside?I was glowing.I mean, come on—I crushed it. Research? Nailed. People? Impressed. Mood? Roxette Bennett in full queen mode. I could almost hear the invisible crown settling on my head.That’s what I do—slide in, solve the unsolvable, walk out without breaking a sweat.The office was practically empty now, the silence was so loud, I could hear my own heartbeat.I started to pack up... but then I saw him.Through the glass.Aaron West.Still at his desk, sleeves rolled up, deep in work mode. His brows drawn together in that signature frown. One hand gripped a pen, the other raked through his hair like he was searching for answers in the strands somewhere. He was completely locked in.God, he had that kind of focus that felt like magnet. Like he cou
Roxy’s POV There he was. Sitting at that big, intimidating desk, totally lost in whatever lawyer stuff was flooding his brain. Papers everywhere. Tension in his shoulders. And then—he looked up. And he saw me. Not like a “Hey student, what are you doing here” kind of look. It was quick, but it was there. First, surprise. Then something else. Something slower. Like… interest? Curiosity? Maybe even heat? I don’t know. I couldn’t pin it down exactly, but it made me feel powerful. Like I was actually doing something right. I walked slowly. On purpose. I knew the dress was pushing the envelope. The buttons, the hips, the slight sway—yes, I leaned into it. Maybe too hard, but Aaron West isn’t the type you get by playing it safe. The man is basically an ice sculpture in a suit. Subtle wasn’t going to work on him. So I brought the fire. Then came the mood shift. His face snapped into that usual “I’m-the-boss-here” vibe. “What are you still doing here, Ms. Bennett?” He asked it
Roxy’s POV He was looking at me—waiting for me—daring me to respond with those stormy gray eyes. Damn. I swallowed hard. Go on, Roxy. Charm him. Charm him so hard his pants fall off. Charm that serious, lawyer-face wall off his face. Have zero mercy. “I know you finished Harvard Law with a first class. I know you developed a method of cataloging procedures at Harvard, that’s now taught to first year students. I know you have never lost one single case in the courtroom. I know you made your name with your own blood, sweat and sleepless nights—not because of favors or anyone else's name. And I know you're the best damn lawyer in this firm and probably in all of California. Should I go on, Mr. West?” Oh yes, I definitely did my research. For a second, just a split second, something flashed in his eyes—surprise, sure. But there was something else, darker... intense. Something that sparked like a flame and vanished just as fast. “You’ve said enough,” he replied, voice hard a
Aaron’s POVI felt different tonight. Something inside me was wild, but I didn’t know why. It was like a strong energy was running through me.Like a beast, hungry and wild looking for escape.And for some reason, I kept thinking about her—Roxette Bennette.Could she be the reason I felt like this? No, that didn’t make sense.Sure, she knows a lot about me. But people can find things online these days. It’s not hard. Maybe she just looked me up.I’ll admit it—I liked the way she talked about me. The things she said and the way she said them with that thirsty look in her eyes. It felt nice. But that didn’t mean anything.Still... the way she stared at me. Like she wasn’t scared. Like she knew exactly what she was doing. She walked in like she owned the place. Her face changed so fast—sweet one second, bold the next.Her eyes. The way she moved. The way she ended her boyfriend’s call so fast. She says she doesn’t have one.Lies ofcourse.But damn, she did that on purpose. She wanted to
Roxy’s POVI had made a big mistake. I called him by his first name. That was the one rule he had made clear—and I broke it.His eyes darkened, and for a moment, he looked truly scary. He leaned in closer, and his voice dropped.“I expect you to always be professional with me, Ms. Bennette. Just because we have an arrangement doesn’t mean you’re anything more than my employee. And I’m your boss. Do you understand, Ms. Bennette?”I swallowed hard. “Uh—yes, I understand, Mr. West,” I said quickly.“This is the first and the last time,” he said.“Yes, Mr. West,” I nodded.He leaned back again, putting just enough space between us to make me miss the closeness. I hated how his distance made me ache. He reached for his briefcase, and my eyes followed the movement instinctively.Stop staring, Roxy. Get it together.But my mind betrayed me, wandering to thoughts I shouldn’t be having—fantasies that didn’t belong in a room like this, with a man like him.What’s wrong with you, Roxy? I scolde
Roxy’s POV Stepping into the club—club Virgo—Austin had called it, my heart pounded like a drum. The dim lighting, the scent of expensive cigars, polished mahogany furniture, expensive perfumes. A real gentleman’s club—It smelled like power, secrets, and sin. As Aaron led me inside, I took in the place. Tall, dark wooden panels lined the walls, and the carpet underfoot was so thick it muffled the sound of our footsteps. Crystal chandeliers hung low, casting sparkling reflections that danced across the room like whispers of temptation. I caught sight of men laughing, cigars in hand, and women who looked like they belonged on magazine covers draped over the plush seats. My nerves tingled with every step, my skin prickling under the intense gaze of the other patrons. They knew who Aaron was—But they didn’t know me, and I felt their eyes on me, questioning, probing, wondering. “Hello, Mr. West,” a sultry voice broke through my thoughts. The front desk lady, stood as soon as she sa
Aaron’s POVWe arrived at Belvedere, and I found myself chatting with the concierge about getting us a table. It was all so last minute that I hadn't made a reservation, and Belvedere was strictly by reservation only. But, given that I was a regular, they were kind enough to bend the rules for me.“This way, sir,” the concierge said, leading us to our table. I turned to look at Ms. Bennette, whose eyes were wide with excitement as she took in the surroundings. There was something about that eager look in her eyes that I liked—young and full of life. When our eyes met, she quickly forced a smile and tried to compose herself, like she was trying to impress me or something. I couldn’t help but enjoy the way she followed behind me, almost like she was my little darling.We settled into a private area with a perfect view of the ocean. I always loved the ocean view, how the water moved, and the gentle waves that washed over the shore. It was calming, and in moments like this, my mind muddle
Roxy’s POV So I am right back at that night again. Lucas lies on the asphalt, his body crumpled and surrounded by a pool of dark, crimson blood. The car is gone, the black phantom that vanished into the night. My legs were shaking as I ran to him. A scream caught in my throat. His eyes… they trembled with a fear that split my heart in two. I dropped to my knees beside him. My hands were shaking as I pressed them to his wounds, desperate, useless. Trying to stop the bleeding. “Lucas, stay with me,” I begged, choking on my tears. “I don’t want to die, Ro-x,” he cried, voice wet with blood. I could see it—he was pleading. Silently begging for help I couldn’t give. I shook my head. Tears pouring. “No, no… you’re gonna be okay. Just stay with me.” But I didn’t believe it. Not for a second. The color in his eyes was fading. Then he reached for me. Clutched my shirt with the last of his strength, fingers digging in like he couldn’t hold on to life any longer. “Roxy…” He could
I stared out the window, my grip on the mug so tight I felt it might shatter. There he was again—the guy who picked her up that night, dropping her off again. Nick! She had called him, I felt stupid for even remembering the name. He was leaning in close, his eyes devouring her. The thought of him touching her, undressing her, twisted something deep inside me. What’s happening to me? Why am I reacting this way? I’ve seen plenty of women—more attractive, more experienced. Why should this naive college girl, my wife’s student, stir such a reaction?He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering longer than necessary. The intent was clear; he wanted her in his bed. And she—she just sat there grinning like an innocent little brat.And all I could think about was last night. The way she looked standing at the door after helping my drunk wife out of the car. The way she looked at me— Like she knew. That I was fucking burning for her.Damn it.I hated how close he was t
Roxy’s POVToday started weird. Not bad—just... weird.I dropped drunk Sarah home again last night. Slurring words, giggling at nothing, cuddling Aaron tightly. I still felt gross about the whole thing.This morning, Dad’s truck wouldn’t start. Again. Honestly, it’s hanging on by a thread. I stood outside in the cold, staring at it like it might magically fix itself. It didn’t. The engine made that stupid clicking sound, then silence.A new car isn’t an option. Not when every dollar I have goes straight into school. Tuition. Books. Supplies. It's always something.So I texted Nick.And he came.He showed up in that black car of his—windows down, music low. Like something out of a movie.“Need a ride, pretty girl?” he’d said with a grin.I rolled my eyes. But I got in.Now here I was, parked in front of the firm, cheeks hot and hands fidgety.I could feel Nick looking at me while I unbuckled my seatbelt. I kept my eyes forward. I didn’t want to make things weird. Not more than they a
Roxy’s POVIt was not Nick or Aaron—it was Sarah, I shot out an exhale as I stepped into the Lux lounge, the familiar pulsation of the music vibrated in my chest. I scanned the room, looking for Sarah, It didn’t take long to spot her—she was in the center of the dance floor, swaying to the rhythm with a drink in hand, her blonde hair wild and free.Seeing her this way—so uninhibited and free, in a sleek, black dress that hugged her curves and shimmered under the lights. She looked stunning like a force of nature, her moves commanding attention, her hair, dancing like waves, fell over her shoulders.As I made my way through, my heart pounded in my chest. When Sarah spotted me, her face lit up, and she dropped her drink, abandoning it on a nearby table. She glided over to me, her eyes bright with energy.“Oh hey, Roxy, darling!” she called out, pulling me into a tight hug. “Thanks for coming.”Her perfume, a heady mix of something floral and musky, enveloped me, I smiled, trying to matc
Roxy’s POVI sprawled out on Rosie’s bed, my legs stretching as far as they could reach, and my elbows digging into the soft duvet, excitement shooting from every pore on my skin. I was dying to tell her all about the car moment with Aaron and my passport but there she was flitting around her room, tossing clothes left and right like she was on some sort of mission.“Woah, Rosaline Bennett, classic Tom boy in a dress, Where’s the fire?” I asked, one eyebrow raised.She shot me a quick look, then went back to rummaging through her closet. “I have a date tonight.”“Oh, please tell me it’s not Tommy,” I groaned, half-hoping she’d deny it.Rosie froze, her hand gripping a hanger, before slowly turning to face me. She didn’t say anything, but the look she gave me said it all.“So it is Tommy,” I sat up. What Rosie had with Tommy was that consuming, chaotic type of love story that had one person burning out and it was usually person who seemed to have most of their heart into it and sadly,
Roxy’s POVHe took the file back, his eyes scanning over my signature before he closed it with a snap. Then, without missing a beat, he reached into his sleek leather briefcase and produced a crisp sheet of paper.“Here,” he said, his voice as smooth as the polished surface of his desk.I took the paper, and as my eyes landed on the amount printed on the cheque, they widened in shock. It was far beyond anything I had imagined.Before I could even formulate the burning question on my tongue, he spoke, his tone authoritative and assured. “That’s your first cheque.”“Cheque?” My brows knitted together. “What’s it for? I haven’t even done anything yet, Mr. West.”You will be getting paid for every extra hour you spend with me and every task you complete. Consider this an advance payment,” he said, leaning back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine.“Mr. West, this is totally unnecessary,” I protested, though the temptation of that insane amount was undeniable. It could change everythi