MasukAlexander Knight ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket.
He turned. His steps steady, powerful, as he walked back to the observation room.When the door opened, I was trying to move my left arm. The dull pain in my shoulder blade made my brows knit tightly.Alexander walked to the bed. His tall frame blocked the harsh overhead light, wrapping me in a shadow—oppressive, yet strangely reassuring.He did not sit. He looked down at me, his dark eyes calm anOne week later. SoftVoice Studio. Afternoon sun. "Lisa! Song! Your favorite aunt is here!" Clara's voice arrived before she did. She burst through the door, carrying bags of fancy pastries. She dropped them on the center table. "Fresh. Top-tier macarons. Hand-brewed coffee. Everyone grab some." Song Sheng looked up from her screen. Her eyes lit up. "Clara. That's an expensive visit." "Obviously." Clara dropped onto the beanbag. Looked around. "Hey. Where's Elena? She works here now, right?" "Meeting. New client." I saved my file. Took a sip of coffee. "What brings you here? Skipping work again?" Clara put her hands on her hips. "Sis! That's harsh. I call it strategic relaxation." "And research. Checking out my future workplace." Her eyes sparkled. "Even Elena works here now. I'm the only one stuck at Knight Group with no one to gossip with." Song Sheng grabbed a macaron. "Want to quit? Com
Luke blinked. Then he understood. She'd jumped to the wrong conclusion.He rubbed his temples. Headache. And a strange urge to laugh."Elena. Listen. Last night—""Listen to what?"Elena cut him off. Tears spilled down her cheeks."That you didn't mean it? That I started it?"She remembered. She'd reached for him first. Kissed him.Her tears hit him like a punch to the chest. He reached for her face."You started the kiss, yeah. But I—""But what!"She slapped his hand away. Humiliation and rage burned together."You did that. And then you changed my clothes. Left me with nothing underneath!"The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became. Her body felt different. She remembered how it felt with him before.Luke was trapped. Drowning in a mess he didn't make.He breathed deep. Tried again."You got sick. Your dress was ruined. I was just trying to—""Stop!"Elena thre
The car glided smoothly into the underground garage of The Haven. Luke killed the engine. Turned to look at her. Elena was slumped in the passenger seat. Dead to the world. Her breathing was soft. Her lashes lay like tiny fans against her skin, casting faint shadows beneath her eyes. Her cheeks still held that drunk flush. Her lips were parted in a small, unconscious pout. Completely defenseless. Like a small animal that had finally found its den and let go. Luke watched her for a moment. His throat moved. He unbuckled his seatbelt. Leaned over. The distance vanished. Her scent hit him. Faint alcohol mixed with something soft and sweet. His hand hovered near her face. In the end, he only brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. "Sweetheart. We're home." Elena stirred. Annoyed at being woken. Her nose scrunched. She mumbled something and turned away. Luke almost smiled. He got out, walked around, and opened her doo
Elena Voss didn't know how she had made it through the night.The contract was signed, but the ink was a blurry mess in front of her eyes.The clients had finally been escorted away by their assistants, and she had managed to maintain a polite, professional smile until the last shadow vanished down the hallway.The moment she was alone, the strength left her spine.She slumped against the cold wall to keep from falling.The world was spinning.Her head felt like it was filled with lead."Mmm...""Go home..."She mumbled, stumbling toward the exit.Her footsteps felt like she was walking on clouds.Her heel caught on a piece of carpet, making her stumble.She frowned, pulled the shoes off her feet, and continued barefoot.The cold carpet grounded her slightly as she wobbled toward the parking garage.The night air hit her, and the alcohol hit her even harder.She leaned against a concrete pillar, squinting at
Alexander's voice dropped to a low, hungry growl as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.He needed more.The lingering powerlessness from that plot control needed to be burned away, replaced by the raw, undeniable reality of me.His arms tightened around me like iron bands, his voice thick with a raspy ache."Lisa, I'm hurting."Before I could ask where, he swept me off my feet and strode toward the penthouse terrace.There, a massive, custom built stone tub was already filled with steaming water, perched right at the edge of the glass railing, overlooking the entire city."Lisa, do you remember this tub?"I looked at the swirling steam rising into the night air, high above the glowing Manhattan skyline, and my heart skipped a violent beat.Memories flooded back. I couldn't help but let out a soft, wicked laugh."How could I forget?"I poked a finger against the hard, rhythmic muscle of his chest, my eyes
Alexander hiked me higher against him, his nose grazing the sensitive curve of my neck. His breath was a scorching brand against my skin."Yeah. I did it on purpose."He admitted it with a raw, unapologetic honesty. His voice was so raspy it was barely a whisper."I needed to bring you back here. I needed you to remember..."He nipped at my earlobe, his voice dropping into a low, predatory vibration."The first time you came here... how recklessly you tried to seduce me."A jolt of heat shot straight down my spine. I braced myself against his shoulders, forcing a playful glare."Mr. Knight, I didn't realize you were into this kind of thing."I let out a shaky breath."Is the office play not enough anymore? Now you're doing role-play reenactments?"Alexander's lips brushed the corner of my mouth, teasingly close but not quite landing."It's a significant anniversary, don't you think? It deserves a revisit."My heart skipped
I stared at the identical keycard. My mind buzzed.Of course.Clara, the ever-dutiful little matchmaker, was at it again."Guess my luck’s just that good—I got randomly assigned to the boss’s suite."Alexander Knight's gaze swept over my half-exposed shoulder
I steadied my nerves, a practiced smile playing on my lips.I looked up, the obedient, placating sweetness gone from my almond eyes."You have eyes and ears everywhere, Mr. Knight," I said, my voice clear and bright, acknowledging it openly."Word gets to you quickly."Alexand
I wiped my hands slowly with a napkin, not even bothering to lift my eyes."Does the young master rule the heavens and earth, or does he rule where people throw their trash?""Besides, digging through the trash is a habit for dogs."My fingers went slack, and the napkin fluttered d
Alexander raised an eyebrow, his gaze catching on my whitened knuckles."Afraid he'll see?"His voice was low, carrying the casual scrutiny of a man who held all the cards."Since when did Assistant Lisa lose her taste for trouble?"I couldn't let Ethan discover us. Not now.







