Fire Between Us!

Author's POV He didn’t yell. He didn’t grab the coffee violently. He didn’t scold me or demand an explanation.Instead, Louis Wolf took the cup from my hand with quiet precision, held it loosely at arm’s length… and simply released it.The porcelain cup hit the floor with a sharp crack, smashing into jagged pieces. Coffee splattered everywhere, staining the polished marble like spilled blood.He threw away the coffee because it was late.Because I was late.This is my boss. So supportive. So inspiring.I swallowed hard, feeling nothing on my face but tight professionalism. The old version of me, the one who wasn’t used to battle would have burst into tears from humiliation. But the woman standing here had lived through far worse. I’ve cried over deaths, debts, and hunger. A grown man throwing coffee at my feet didn’t even make it into the top 100 worst moments of my life.“I’m sorry, sir… I got late. It won’t happen again.”My voice came out steady, emotionless. Controlled. Maybe thi

Louis's POVThe mansion had been terrifyingly quiet, unnaturally silent, the kind of silence that meant only one thing, something was very, very wrong.It felt as if the entire house had already committed a sin and was now too scared to face me for it.I walked through the vast halls, then the endless hallways, each step echoing like a countdown. Everyone I passed froze in place, servants, cleaners, even security patrolling inside against the usual rules. No one dared to speak. They only lowered their heads, terrified of becoming collateral damage in whatever war was about to begin.My hand curled inside my pocket as I thought about the real reason I had been dragged back home to clean up yet another mess caused by the same two idiots I shared blood with. I had left my office, my work, my schedule, my life to fix their chaos. Again.Guards lined the walls, weapons raised at alert until they saw me and instantly lowered them in respect. Seeing loaded guns inside the mansion confirmed w

Lisa’s POVI reached the parking lot on time, yet the look he gave me could make anyone think I had committed a crime.As if he hadn’t poured an entire mug of cold coffee on me this morning. The moment I walked onto the floor, every employee stared at me with pity and shock like a deer trapped in a lion’s cage.I honestly didn’t know when this monster will plan to show mercy on me… if ever.Today I ditched the skirt and bought the most expensive trousers and shirt I could find in the fanciest branded store. It was on the company anyway, they were the ones who ruined my clothes.So I didn’t give a damn if the bill hit three or four digits.His eyes swept over my outfit again, like he was inspecting every detail. Was he going to comment on my clothes? I was already preparing myself to fight back verbally if he did.But he didn’t say anything. He got inside the car without a word, and I followed.The door shut behind me and his scent hit me instantly, powerful, expensive, and signature.

Lisa’s POVHis scent surrounded me like heat and I hated how much my body reacted to it. One second of being close to him and I completely forgot that this is the same man who makes my life hell every day. Why did he have to look like that? Why did he have to smell that good? It was unfair. A man like Louis Wolf should look like stress and misery, not like every fantasy I try to bury.For a moment, I almost forgot who he was. I almost forgot that he would ruin my life without blinking. The idea of having him close, his hands on me, his breath on my skin, it made my thoughts messy and wild. And the worst part? He didn’t push me away. He didn’t yell. He didn’t even insult me for tripping. That alone was enough to confuse me more than anything.Was he actually affected by my touch? By my presence? Like I was.No. That was impossible. Louis Wolf only cares about his name, his reputation and his ego. He doesn’t feel. He destroys. Then why did he look shocked? Why didn’t he bark orders at m

Louis’s POVI had never seen someone with such thick skin and such insane tolerance. She endured everything, every harsh word, every humiliating order, every cold glare, yet she didn’t give up. Not even once.This woman didn’t even have a single tear in her eyes after everything I threw at her.My previous secretaries cried their hearts out with just one glare from me. One mistake and they snapped. Some lasted a day, some a week, none more than a month.And now I have a secretary who doesn't even flinch under my angriest threat. And of course, she had to walk into my life exactly when I didn’t want any distractions. When everything in my life needed control, structure and focus.Why is it so hard for you to leave the job, Lisa?Don’t you care about your self-respect?Don’t you love your dignity?Don’t you want a peaceful workplace?Don’t you want a boss who actually respects you?Why are you testing my patience every single day?I don’t want to go harder on you than I already am. What