FAZER LOGINA knock sounded at the door. “Mr. Voss?” It was the security guard’s voice. “Everything okay in there? The power is back on in some sections.” I jumped up in fear, my heart racing. I quickly hid under Elias’s desk, curling up as small as I could, my body trembling. Elias’s voice was calm and steady. “Yes, everything is fine. We’re working late.” The guard paused for a second. “Alright, sir. Just checking. Have a good night.” His footsteps faded down the hallway. The moment the guard was gone, I broke free from Elias’s grip and scrambled out from under the desk. My hands were shaking as I grabbed my bag and the remaining files. “I… I have to go,” I said hurriedly, my voice shaky. “It’s late. I’ll finish the rest tomorrow.” I didn’t wait for his reply. I packed my things as fast as I could and left his office, my cheeks burning with embarrassment and fear. I practically ran to the elevator, my mind spinning. What had I almost done? He was my boss. He was engaged. This
The lounge was comfortable and clean,, it had a big bed, a sofa, a small table, and a private bathroom. Elias closed the door behind us. “I need to use the bathroom,” he said simply, walking past me. I slapped myself internally. What were you thinking, Ava? Of course he just needs the bathroom. Stop overthinking everything. I sat on the couch and grabbed the jug of water by the bedside table. I poured myself a cup, trying to calm my racing heart. The bathroom door opened suddenly. I got startled and spilled the water all over my blouse. The cold liquid soaked through the fabric, making it cling to my skin. “Shit,” I muttered, feeling irritated. I tried to clean it with my hands, but it only made it worse. The white blouse became almost see-through, showing a clear patch of my black lace bra. Elias’s face darkened as he stepped out. His eyes lingered on the wet patch for a second. He didn’t say anything at first. He just walked to the closet in the corner, opened it, and to
Ava I stood at my desk, staring at him again. Elias Voss was sitting in his glass-walled office, reviewing documents with that cold, focused expression that made my stomach flip every single time. He was insanely handsome with his sharp jawline, dark hair perfectly styled, and those steel-gray eyes that could freeze you in place. He was 38, engaged to some perfect socialite, and completely off-limits. But that didn’t stop me from drooling over him like an idiot. “Miss Reed.” His deep voice snapped me out of my daydream. I blinked, realizing I had been standing there holding the files he asked for five minutes ago. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” I said, quickly walking into his office. He looked up, his cold gaze pinning me. “The documents.” I placed the folder on his desk, my cheeks burning. “Here they are. The final contracts for the merger.” He opened the folder without another word, his long fingers flipping through the pages. I stood there admiring the way his suit fit his broad shoulders
Once Lynn was done, we both collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily. Our bodies were sweaty and tired, but we felt closer than ever. For a moment, we just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the only sound in the room was our breathing. Then Lynn started laughing softly. I turned to look at her. “What’s so funny?” She covered her face with her hands, still laughing. “I can’t believe I acted so immature. Running away to Vegas with my friends just because I was scared. I’m the older one. I should have been more mature about this.” I started laughing too. The whole situation was ridiculous. “And I drove three hours from home just to see you. Like a crazy stalker. I packed my bag and left without even thinking.” We both laughed harder, the kind of laughter that comes after tension finally breaks, all our pent up emotions were free. Lynn turned on her side to face me, still giggling. “We’re both idiots.” “Yeah,” I said, wiping tears from my eyes. “But at least we’re idiots together.”
“Yes,” she said softly. “Let’s go.” I took her hand and pulled her toward the hotel. We hurriedly told her friends goodbye. They gave us curious looks, but we didn’t care. All I wanted right now was to be under her. The moment we got to my hotel room, we started kissing each other. It was urgent, desperate. Our hands moved fast, undressing each other. Her top came off first, then mine. Our panties followed. Soon we were both completely naked. We didn’t stop kissing. We kissed like we had been waiting for this for years. Her lips were soft and warm. Her tongue explored my mouth while her hands roamed my body. I held her close, my fingers running through her hair. We moved toward the bed, our lips still joined together, Lynn gently pushed me onto the mattress and climbed on top of me. Her naked body pressed against mine. The feeling was incredible, skin on skin, warm and soft, it felt better than the last time when I was worried about getting caught. She kissed my neck, suckin
I waited. The message showed "read" almost immediately. Then the typing bubble appeared. It stayed there for a few minutes. My heart beat faster.But no message came, I shrugged it off, maybe tomorrow I'll get a response. The next day, the first thing I did when I woke up was to check my messages... still nothing. When I came down for breakfast, I noticed that Lynn started avoiding me. She would stand up from the table the moment I sat down to eat. If I saw her in the hallway, she would make an excuse — “I have to take a call” or “I forgot something in my room” — and walk away quickly. She wouldn’t even look at me.It made me feel uncomfortable, awkward, and fucking weird. Like I had done something wrong. Like she regretted everything. By Friday, the silence was killing me. I tried to talk to her once in the kitchen.“Lynn, can we talk?” I asked quietly.She didn’t even look at me. “I’m busy, Mia.” She walked away without looking back. I felt like shit. I texted her again asking wha







