LOGINChapter 135: Olive's POV
Then Nina spoke.
"That was exceptionally thorough," she said, genuine appreciation in her voice. "Well done, Miss Monroe."
I gave her a small smile. "Thank you."
"Sophia?" Nina prompted. "Your turn."
Sophia stood, and I couldn't miss the pointed look she threw my way as she walked to the front.
"While Miss Monroe's strategy is... adequate," she began, and I could hear the condescension dripping from that word,
Chapter 214: Zane's POVI grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the desk, spread her legs over my shoulders."And you're going to scream," I continued. "You're going to scream my name so loud that everyone knows who makes you feel this good. Everyone understand what we are doing. Understand?"Olive nodded."Good girl," I said, and then I put my mouth on her.The taste of her exploded across my tongue and I groaned against her pussy because she was sweet and perfect and so fucking wet.I started slow, using broad strokes of my tongue to lick through her folds, tasting every inch of her, learning what made her gasp and moan and buck against my face at that moment."Oh god," Olive whimpered, and one of her hands tangled in my hair.I found her clit and circled it, teasing, while I listened to her desperate sounds."Please," she begged.I sucked her clit into my mouth and Olive screamed, her thighs clamping around my head."Yes," she cried out. "Just like that—"I brought my hand
Chapter 213: Zane's POVMy office door was twenty feet away and I could feel Olive trying to slow down, trying to pull her hand free, trying to say something about how people were watching and this was inappropriate and we needed to talk about what just happened.I didn't care.Didn't care that half the executive floor had just watched me drag her out of that conference room like a caveman claiming his woman, didn't care that Nina was probably confused and thought this was unethical, not that I give damn about ethics, and Sophia was probably delighted and Antonio was probably laughing his ass off.The only thing I cared about was getting Olive alone so I could remind her—remind both of us—that when it came down to it, none of those other people mattered.I reached my office and pushed the door open with my free hand, still holding Olive's wrist in an iron grip, and pulled her inside with enough force that she stumbled slightly before catching herself.The second we were through the do
Chapter 212: Zane's POVOlive continued, her voice staying perfectly professional even though I could see the slight tension in her jaw, "we designed a collection that bridges athletic performance with high fashion. The pieces incorporate the same sensor technology but with a more refined aesthetic that positions her as the face of Quantum AI's expansion into women's athletic markets."She showed Elena's designs—sleek black with silver threading, fitted and powerful while still maintaining femininity, and I watched Elena lean forward with obvious approval."In terms of supporting roles," Olive said, clicking to a new slide, "Sophia Mercer and Stephanie will be handling artistic direction and styling for all four models.""Sophia Mercer and Stephanie will handle artistic direction and styling," Olive continued. "Jessica and I will manage logistics and coordination. The photoshoot will take place over three days next week at locations around Seattle."She clicked off the presentation an
Chapter 211: Zane's POVThe only thing keeping me from dragging Olive out of that conference room the second I saw Antonio's hand on her shoulder was the knowledge that breaking my brother's fingers in front of half the office would be bad for business.Not impossible.Just bad for business.And I was trying to be better about separating my personal rage from professional decisions, trying to be the kind of man who could sit through a meeting without imagining all the ways I could make someone bleed, but fuck if Antonio wasn't making it difficult.I'd arrived late on purpose because I'd known what I'd find and I'd needed those extra ten minutes in my car sitting in the parking garage trying to talk myself down from doing something I'd regret, something violent and permanent that would feel good in the moment but cause problems later.My father was using Cole as a spy, I'd confirmed that much through my own sources over the past week, it wasn’t hard to tell the Maddox boy to spill out
Chapter 210: Olive's POVShe didn't look at anyone else, just walked straight toward the table and took the seat directly across from where I was sitting, her movements graceful and deliberate, her amber-green eyes finding mine and holding them as she said in that warm friendly voice, "Good morning, Olive."Like we were colleagues instead of whatever the hell we actually were."Elena," I managed to say.She smiled with that same smile from last night, the one that didn't reach her eyes, the one that said she knew exactly what she was doing and was enjoying every second of my discomfort, and she said, "I hope you're feeling better this morning. You seemed rather... upset when you left last night."There it was, the reference to me walking in on her and Zane, the reminder that she'd been there in his apartment in his arms exactly where I was supposed to be, and I said flatly, "I'm fine.""Good," Elena said, and her smile widened, "because I'd hate for there to be any awkwardness between
Chapter 209: Olive's POVThe office stared back at me like a graveyard as I stared into my computer as if I was reading but it was all a false pretense as I was avoiding the side glances from Sophia and the fact that Jessica had been passing through some series of apprehension because of the possible reason that Antonio might be showing himself today.But I wouldn't blame her because I knew I was once in those shoes before, and I knew her healing would take long, would take a very long time before she could look at him without her heart doing that stupid flutter thing that made you feel like you were thirteen again.I'd been there myself not that long ago, still was there if I was being honest, except my situation was infinitely more complicated than a simple crush on a charming hockey player who probably didn't even know Jessica existed beyond her excellent presentation skills.My situation involved near-death experiences and mysterious men watching from shadows and a brother I'd tho
Chapter 122: Olive's POVMy fingers flew across the keyboard like I was trying to set a world record for fastest typing speed.Click. Click. Click. Click.The sound filled my new office, Senior Vice President of Strategic Development, the nameplate on my door read, but my mind wasn't on the quarter
Chapter 118: Cole's POVA memory flashed through my mind. Unbidden. Unwanted.Two years ago. Before Olive. Before any of this.I'd been nobody. Just another decent hockey player trying to make it in the NHL. Talented, sure. But not exceptional. Not special.And then I'd heard about Grayson Sinclair
Chapter 114: Zane's POVI didn't ask why. Didn't ask questions. I should have, but I couldn't bring myself to care about the reasons."I'll come pick you up," I said, already pulling up the number."No." Her voice was firmer now. "Send your driver. Don't come yourself. Please."That stung more than
Chapter 89: Olive's POVThe club was massive, with a tall glass building and lights and bodies pressed together at every corner, and Brenda was losing her mind the second we stepped out of the garage."This is insane," she said, practically bouncing on her heels as she stared at my new car. "This i







