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2026-05-01 16:09:24
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Chapter 10 The Final VowI didn’t use the key this time.I stood outside the penthouse doors at exactly 7:30 p.m., heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.The emerald slip dress was back on thin, short, already damp between my thighs from the anticipation I couldn’t kill. In my bag. the notebook, now nearly full of filthy, desperate vows. In my chest: equal parts terror and unbearable need.The doors opened before I could knock.Lucas pulled me inside instantly, slamming the door and pinning me against it.His mouth claimed mine in a kiss that tasted like whiskey, fear, and possession. No words at first just hands shoving the dress up, fingers finding me bare and soaked.“You’re shaking,” he growled against my lips.“I’m terrified,” I whispered. “Of you. Of her. Of what really happened to the woman before me.”He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark and stormy.“Then let me remind you who you belong to tonight. One last time before everything changes.”He di
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You're mine Chapter 9Fear should have kept me away.The story of the missing planner replayed in my mind like a warning siren the woman who came before me, who got too close, who overheard the wrong secret and simply… vanished.Victoria’s calm threat on speakerphone still chilled my blood. Yet here I was at 7:30 p.m., letting myself into Lucas’s penthouse with the key he’d given me, my body already humming with treacherous need.The emerald slip dress from last time clung to my skin, the silk cool against my heated flesh. No underwear. No barriers.I left the notebook on the island and waited on the sectional, legs crossed, heart slamming against my ribs.When the elevator doors opened, Lucas stepped out looking wrecked tie loosened, hair tousled, eyes wild with a mix of hunger and something darker. He saw me and froze for half a second.“You came,” he rasped.“I shouldn’t have.” My voice was breathy, already betraying me. “Not after what Victoria said. Not after hearing about her.”
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Chapter 8The truth The cake tasting was supposed to be simple.A private room at the upscale bakery, three tiers of samples, Victoria’s polite enthusiasm, and Lucas’s distant nods.I arrived early, notebook in hand, red dress swapped for a professional navy sheath that still felt too revealing after everything.My body remembered the key in my bag the one to his penthouse. The one that felt like both a gift and a trap.Victoria arrived glowing, kissing Lucas on the cheek like the perfect fiancée. She hugged me warmly.“Elena, you always pick the most divine venues. This place is perfect.”Lucas’s eyes met mine over her shoulder dark, hungry, full of secrets.My thighs clenched at the memory of him inside me against the window, his cum still leaking down my leg when I’d left last night.We tasted cakes. Vanilla bean with raspberry, chocolate hazelnut, lemon elderflower.Victoria chatted about the “intimate” ceremony, her hand occasionally brushing Lucas’s arm.I smiled, took notes, a
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SecretsChapter 7I barely slept after leaving Lucas’s penthouse.The green silk dress lay crumpled on my bedroom floor like evidence.His words kept circling.The wedding is arranged… business… alliances. And worse I’m calling it off. Soon.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Victoria’s polite smile from lunch, heard her voice on the speakerphone praising my work while Lucas was still inside me.The text about the prenup and “discretion” clawed at my mind.If it was all just cold business, why did she sound so warm, so invested?By 7:20 p.m. I was back at his building anyway, wearing a simple cream colored wrap dress that tied loosely at the side.One pull and it would open completely. No underwear.My skin still remembered the way he’d taken me against the glass the night before.The notebook in my bag felt heavier than ever, its pages filled with vows that had crossed far beyond professional.The penthouse smelled faintly of expensive wine tonight. Candles flickered on the low table
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Thinking about her again?Chapter 6The words wouldn’t leave my head.The wedding that was never meant to happen.I replayed Lucas’s voice on a loop all day low, casual, like he was commenting on the weather instead of dropping a bomb that cracked open everything I thought I understood about this job, this man, this spiraling disaster I couldn’t stop feeding.By evening, my nerves were frayed wire.I chose a deep emerald green slip dress this time silk so thin it clung to every curve, the hem skimming the tops of my thighs. No bra. No panties. Easier to ruin.The notebook sat heavy in my bag, the new vow he’d written staring back at me every time I glanced inside I vow to belong to you completely… even after the wedding that was never meant to happen.What game was he playing?The penthouse greeted me with the same low amber lights and throbbing bass.Lucas stood by the windows again, whiskey in hand, but tonight his posture was different tighter, like he was waiting for something.H
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Tomorrow night, Same time.Chapter 5I barely made it home from lunch before the shaking started.My thighs were still slick with Lucashis release from the bathroom mixing with my own shameful arousal.I stripped off the red silk dress in my tiny apartment bathroom and stood under the hottest shower I could stand, scrubbing until my skin turned pink.It didn’t help. Every drop of water felt like his hands.Every breath carried the low growl of his voice in my ear: Look at yourself… dripping for me while my fiancée waits.By 7:15 p.m. I was back at his building, wearing a loose black sweater dress that fell to mid-thigh.No underwear. The notebook burned in my bag like contraband. I told myself this would be the last time.One more night of filthy vows and mind-shattering pleasure, then I’d find a way to extract myself from this job before the wedding planning spiraled any deeper.The lie felt thinner than the lace I’d stopped wearing.The penthouse lights were dimmed to a warm amber g
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