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The Secret Meeting
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2025-09-14 14:46:11
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His Contract Mistress The Loyalty Test
Dinner was a feast laid across a marble table: candlelight flickering against crystal glasses, the scent of roasted lamb mingling with sea salt drifting in from the terrace.Ethan sat opposite Aria, his posture perfect, his expression unreadable. He poured wine into her glass himself, his eyes fixed on her like a predator watching prey.She forced herself to smile, though the memory of the phone call still burned in her chest.“You’ve been quiet tonight,” he said at last, swirling his glass of red. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”Her fingers trembled against the stem of her glass. “I’m… overwhelmed, I suppose. This place. You. Everything.”Ethan’s lips curved faintly, but his gaze sharpened. “Overwhelmed. Not unhappy?”“Of course not.” She reached for her fork too quickly, cutting into her food without tasting it.He watched her for a long moment, then leaned back in his chair. “Do you trust me, Aria?”The question cut sharper than a knife.“Yes,” she said automatically.“Do you love
His Contract Mistress Whispered Lines
The villa was a masterpiece carved into the cliffs of Amalfi. White stone walls gleamed under the Mediterranean sun, bougainvillea vines curling along balconies, the sea crashing endlessly below.To anyone else, it was paradise. To Aria, it was a cage made of marble and silk.Ethan was attentive to the point of suffocation. He poured her wine at every meal, slipped jewelry onto her wrists without asking, kissed her until she was breathless. He never left her side for long, and when he did, guards hovered in the background like shadows.She told herself she should be grateful—safe, cherished, adored.But Nathaniel’s words wouldn’t stop echoing. He’ll never let you go. You’re not his lover—you’re his possession.One afternoon, while Ethan was on a call with New York, Aria wandered the halls until she found a small study tucked away near the back of the villa.A desk. A landline phone.Her heart pounded so loudly she thought it might give her away. She shut the door softly, picked up the
His Contract Mistress The Gilded Cage
Aria’s eyes fluttered open to sunlight spilling across silk sheets. For a moment, she thought she’d dreamed the last two nights—the secret meeting with Nathaniel, the photograph in Ethan’s drawer, the choking doubt in her chest.But then Ethan’s deep voice cut through the morning quiet.“Good. You’re awake.”He stood at the foot of the bed, already dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. His presence filled the room—sharp, commanding, undeniable.Aria sat up, pulling the sheets around her. “What time is it?”“Late enough.” His eyes flicked over her, lingering on her bare shoulders. “Pack your things.”Her stomach dropped. “Pack? Why?”“We’re leaving.”“Leaving?” Her voice wavered. “Where?”His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Somewhere private. Somewhere no one can touch us.”Aria’s pulse raced. “Ethan, I have work—my mother—”“I’ve taken care of everything.” He stepped closer, his gaze burning into hers. “You don’t need to think. You only need to follow.”Her thro
His Contract Mistress Cracks in the Glass
The penthouse was dark when Aria returned, her heels in her hand, her coat clutched tightly around her body as though it could shield her from the guilt simmering in her chest.Ethan’s office door was closed, the faint light from beneath it spilling into the hallway. For a moment she thought she could sneak past unnoticed.The door opened.Ethan stood there, tall and sharp in a half-undone shirt, his tie hanging loose around his neck. His eyes locked on her instantly.“You’re late,” he said, voice quiet but razor-edged.Her throat tightened. “I—I couldn’t sleep. I went for a walk.”“A walk?” His gaze dropped to her coat, her dress beneath it, the faint trace of perfume that wasn’t his. His jaw clenched. “At midnight?”Her pulse pounded. “Yes. I needed air.”Ethan stepped closer, closing the space between them. His scent wrapped around her—clean soap, whiskey, and something darkly male. “You’re lying to me, Aria.”She tried to hold his stare, but his intensity burned. “I’m not.”For a
His Contract Mistress The Secret Meeting
Aria told herself a hundred times not to go. She repeated it while slipping into a black dress that hugged her curves. She repeated it while brushing her hair, while checking the time, while watching Ethan’s broad back as he stood at the window, talking on the phone with someone about mergers and acquisitions.Every time her conscience screamed stay, her curiosity whispered louder: what if Nathaniel’s truth is the key to surviving Ethan?By midnight, Ethan was buried in a late-night conference call. Aria slipped on her heels, took her coat, and left the penthouse without a sound.The note had led her to an old jazz lounge downtown. Hidden. Seedy. The kind of place she’d never step into if not for desperation.Cigarette smoke curled in the air, dim lights casting shadows on the velvet booths. A man in a fedora crooned into a microphone, his voice low and smooth.And there he was. Nathaniel Blackwood.Leaning casually in a booth at the back, whiskey glass in hand, his dark eyes locked o
His Contract Mistress The Brother’s Shadow
The city lights blurred outside the penthouse windows as Aria stood by the glass, her heart still racing from the gala. She could feel Ethan behind her, his energy sharp, vibrating with possessiveness.He hadn’t said a word since they entered the suite. His silence was worse than shouting.Finally, he came to her, his reflection towering behind hers. His hand slid to her hip, his breath hot against her ear.“You looked at him,” Ethan said softly. Too softly. “You let him touch you with his eyes.”Aria stiffened. “I didn’t—”“Don’t lie to me.” His grip tightened, his jaw grinding. “He wants to take you, Aria. And you’re letting him.”Her pulse hammered. She spun to face him, fire in her chest. “I’m not letting anyone do anything. I’m not a pawn for you and Nathaniel to fight over.”His eyes darkened, stormy and wounded. “You’re not a pawn. You’re the queen. Mine.”Before she could protest, his mouth crashed against hers—possessive, desperate, demanding.The kiss turned into more. He li
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