LOGINWhy did I only notice it now?Ace chuckled—low, knowing."Do your work like a good whore," he murmured, his tone silky but laced with steel. "And show me your devotion, brat."He leaned back, and the pressure of his hands, which had been a constricting comfort around my body, vanished. Like a snake
I blinked, my breath hitching, frustration curling inside my chest."Please…" The whisper left me before I could stop it, before I could hold onto my pride. My head dipped down, shame curling my shoulders inward as I bit down on my lower lip. "Just one kiss. Even a peck."Ace clicked his tongue, th
“Don’t expect me to treat you like a good girl till I believe you’re sorry, Iris,” he murmured, his tone dark and taunting.Before I could process it, his thumb shoved past my lips, forcing them apart. My eyes flew wide, a muffled “Hmph” escaping as my hands shot up, fingers digging into his knees
“Sit on your knees.”…What?I froze.My smile slipped, and a soft “Huh?” escaped me before I could stop it.The warmth I’d felt a second ago twisted into something heavier, sharper, and I blinked at him, caught off guard.“You heard me, my sweet whore,” he said, leaning back with a smirk that stretc
I clenched my fists, inhaling sharply before narrowing my eyes at him.This man.This man would kill me.My fingers tugged at my top, pulling it back down as I tried to piece together what just happened.Why did he stop?I gulped, my throat dry, my body still traitorously warm. Ace smirked, draping
I sputtered, fisting my hands.“Boss,” Joy’s voice cut through my humiliation.“Wouldn’t Hudson sir be angry about what you just did to his sister? Should we, uh, step outside?”Ace didn’t even spare her a glance.“No. Stay here and do your work. I’ll do mine,” he said smoothly, like he hadn’t just
"Well, I am confused this time," he admitted, his tone completely detached, as if the stakes of our conversation were nothing more than a trivial puzzle.I leaned back slightly, watching him closely, trying to piece together what was running through his mind.Then, an idea struck me—a way to twist t
He simply watched me, his eyes sharp with a knowing glint, as if he had expected my reaction.Then, with a lazy flick of his wrist, he rolled the glass on the table.The movement was slow, controlled, calculated—until the moment the glass reached the edge and tipped over.Crash.The sound of shatter
The security cameras? Hacked.The patrol guards? Silenced.The emergency exits? Blocked.Ace wasn’t getting out. Not tonight.If his so-called friends were here, things would be a bit more complicated. I wasn't an idiot—I knew what each of them was capable of.Liam, the tech expert, could counter a
"I’m going tomorrow," she said.And then—She kissed my cheek.A soft, fleeting thing.But it burned.Not with passion. Not with longing.With goodbye."Your friends will come back to you soon," she murmured, giving me a small, knowing smile.Why would she say that?Why would she—Realization struck







