LOGINKIARA'S POV Zander's voice was a command I couldn't argue with. My focus lifted to his face. He was already looking at me. "Please." I lowered myself back into the chair, slower than I had risen from it, and folded my hands into my lap where he could not see how tightly they were pressed together. "I'm sorry." The words came before I could weigh them. "I just... I don't want to be in the middle of this. It sounds like a family thing. I feel like I shouldn't be hearing any of it." Zander's expression eased. He set his elbow on the arm of his chair and leaned very slightly toward me. The shift in him from a minute ago was small, but I felt it across the whole length of the table. "Nothing we're discussing is a secret, Kiara. Not from you. If it were, we wouldn't be having it in front of you." "Oh." "You're going to be around Ivy more than almost anyone right now. I'd rather you hear this from us than piece it together later." His eyes held mine. "And honestly, I'm hoping she'll l
KIARA'S POV"Kiara! How was your first day working for my dad?"Ivy's voice reached me before I made it fully into the dining room. She was seated at the other end of the table, with the chair beside Zander waiting for me.Zander sat at the head of the table in a dark sweater, his sleeves pushed to his elbows. He looked relaxed, handsome, and far less intimidating than he had been at the office that morning.There was an ease to him here that I hadn't seen earlier.I took the seat beside him. "Um, it was good, actually.""Just good?" Ivy leaned forward on her elbows, chin propped in her palm. "Oh, come on, Kiara. There has to be more.""There isn't much to tell yet. Orientation and emails. A lot of nodding while people explained things I already expected.""See, that's the tragic part." Ivy pointed her fork at me. "You worked so hard for this, and now you're stuck doing new-girl stuff. What are the odds, though? Like, honestly. The internship you've been dreaming about ends up being a
Zander's POVCompany policy was clear. The top-performing intern shadowed the CEO, and Kiara had earned it. I couldn't deny her the opportunity because I found her attractive.So why did it feel like I'd just locked myself in a cage with a lit match and a tank of gasoline?My fingers drummed against the armrest.I'd maintained strict professional boundaries for five years. I could do it for the next three months. I'd keep my distance, treat her like any other intern, and focus on the work.A knock at my door pulled me from the spiral of justification I'd been running through since dawn."Come in."Jenna stepped inside without waiting for further invitation."Good morning, Mr. Creed." She crossed the office, stopping in front of my desk. One of my senior executives and the head of advertising, she'd been with the company for over ten years and had proven herself capable, if occasionally too ambitious for her own good."Jenna." I set down my pen. "What can I do for you?""I wanted to ta
Kiara's POVI fastened the last button on my blouse and stepped back from the mirror. Today was the internship I had spent months preparing for.What I never imagined was that Zander Creed, my father's best friend, the man who kissed me like he wanted to devour me before pushing me away, would be my boss and the man whose house I was living in.I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, excitement and fear twisting inside me.This was the opportunity I had worked for, but spending eight hours a day under Zander's scrutiny made me nervous.He was already outside, leaning against a sleek black sedan with his attention fixed on his phone.When he looked up, his gaze swept over me, emotionless."Good morning," I offered, forcing brightness into my voice. He was going to be my boss now. I had to be professional.I could handle this.He gave me a curt nod, his expression stern. "Morning."A driver stood by the car, a man in his thirties with kind eyes and a welcoming smile.He stepped forward,
Kiara's POV"I never said that." The words came out harsher than I intended. "And you should never refer to yourself that way.""Then why are you treating me like one?""I'm not treating you like anything. I'm simply ensuring that you maintain discipline while you're under my care.""Discipline." She laughed, the sound bitter. "Forgive me if I don't believe that, considering you've been judging me based on one mistake.""I'm introducing you to the consequences of your actions.""My actions." Her voice rose again. "My father told you I was a good girl, didn't he? And you're disappointed because I didn't meet your expectations. Because good girls don't go to clubs and kiss strangers."The mention of Jonathan's words twisted inside me."Your father did say you were a good girl. I didn't expect this kind of pushback from someone who...""Stop calling me that." She rolled her eyes at me. "I have never called myself a good girl, and I'll tell you what I told my father. I don't like that nam
Zander's POVKiara Donovan’s name was at the top of the list.I scrolled down through the interview scores, then opened the assessment attached to her application. Highest overall ranking, excellent references, and a recommendation that left very little room for discussion.Jonathan had been right.I’d dismissed that as a father’s confidence in his daughter. Apparently, he’d known exactly what he was talking about.I rested my elbow on the desk and rubbed a hand over my mouth.One phone call would have removed her from consideration. I hadn’t made it. Whatever my reasons for wanting her elsewhere, taking an opportunity she’d earned would have been cruel, and Jonathan deserved better than a friend who punished his daughter for his own lack of restraint.So I’d left the process alone and hoped she wouldn’t qualify.She’d finished first.I shut the laptop harder than necessary.One reckless night didn’t make Kiara irresponsible. Maybe she'd just wanted to let loose for one night. It didn
Kiara's POV I burst through the double doors, my bag bouncing against my hip as I raced down the hallway. My head was pounding. I woke up this morning with the worst hangover of my life. And now I was late to the one event I couldn't afford to miss. The event where my dad was hosting. The hallw
Kiara's POVThe room was dim.Only a small lamp in the corner cast a soft glow across the space. The hotel suite was massive and expensive. Everything about it portrayed wealth and power.He carried me inside, his arms strong around me. I felt weightless against his chest, my head resting on his sh
Kiara's POVOh shit.I stood a few meters away from the club, phone pressed to my ear. Lisa's number went straight to voicemail. I tried Amy next. Same thing.Earlier, I'd searched everywhere inside the club. The dance floor, the bathrooms, even near the bar. Finally, I'd asked the bartender about
Kiara's POVMy heart pounded uncontrollably.The sexy man I'd kissed had cleared out the entire VIP section with just a wave of his fingers. I'd marveled at how much power he had, how everyone obeyed without question. And now we were all alone.This was Lisa's fault for daring me, but I couldn't le







