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Chapter 43

Author: Peters
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-28 19:42:31

Grey’s POV

I sat behind my desk, fingers idle against the cold mahogany surface, but my mind? It was a storm. The soft clicking of the clock on the wall was the only sound in my office, yet it felt deafening, as if it were mocking me for how distracted I’d become.

Ivory.

Her name whispered in my mind like a damn prayer and a curse at once.

I’d told myself this marriage was just a contract—an arrangement, a strategy. But ever since the night we made love, something had cracked open in me. I couldn’t get the way she’d whispered my name out of my head, the softness of her lips against my skin, the way her body had curled into mine like we belonged together. It was just sex, I told myself. Just a lapse. But it didn’t feel like it.

And that terrified me.

I slammed a file shut harder than necessary, the sharp snap echoing through the room. My jaw tightened. No. No, I couldn’t let this happen. Falling for her would only complicate things. She wasn’t supposed to matter this much.

“Mr. Grey?”
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