HANNAH
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT FACE." Sterling runs a finger down my arm.I jerk away, feeling as if a bucket of ice water dumps over my head."I'm not giving you anything."The music blares, and our table is busier than ever. No one pays us anyattention. Each person is drunker or higher than the next, dancing or fondling one another in the dimly lit alcove."But you are," he coos, removing his mask and revealing the strong, porcelain features beneath. Amusement dances in his eyes. "I think I'm feeling some moisture on my knees.""You're disgusting." I shoot to my feet, looking around for my shoes. "You think this is some kind of game? It's not. We're done."I snatch my short heels before I plot my behind on the cushioned seat, avoiding his gaze."Stop being so overdramatic. What you saw—you know I can explain if you'd actually let me."Anger pumps through me, and I shove my foot into my shoe roughly. "I'm overdramatic? Okay. Well, you're delusional. Delusional that you think there's any explanation at all that would fix the fact that you cheated. on. me."When I burst back to my feet, so does he.I make to storm off, but he grabs my arm and squeezes hard. "You're the one playing games, babe. Don't pretend you didn't take what you saw as an opportunity to make me chase after you. It's what all girls like you do."What?He's so twisted, so fucked up in the head. As if I'm some mastermind after his money. I couldn't care less about his money or his company. I don't want anything to do with him or his family, not that he cared enough to introduce us or tell me anything about them.
I hate the tears that well up in my eyes as a month-old memory floods into my mind.He sits at my apartment's dining room table, his blond hair slicked straight back, wearing sporty shorts and a T-shirt.I told him earlier at the office that we should go to dinner tonight. He had nodded like always, nose deep in his phone, looking at something I couldn't see as he informed me his dry cleaning was ready for pickup.Sometimes being my boyfriend's personal assistant leaves a sour taste in my mouth, especially when his tasks feel so demeaning.Dry cleaning. Tidying up his apartment. I know it comes with the job title, but I've never once sat in on his meetings, which is the only reason I took this job before we started dating—to learn how a large-scale business is run, from close up.I sigh.We're clearly not going out together. Nothing new there. I don't know why I got my hopes up. We'll stay here, pretend to watch some movie and then fuck. It wouldn't be all bad if our sex wasn't so one-sided.I lean against the kitchen counter. "So, are we not going out to dinner?" I'm wearing my most form-fitting dress, and he's not even looking at me.He finishes sending whatever text he's working on. "Oh." His eyes meet mine. "I didn't know we had plans."My heart sinks.When did he stop noticing me in the office? When did I become so invisible to him?"I asked you today. You agreed." My voice is nearly a whisper. I turn away, fighting back the tears threatening to surface. "Are we not... serious?""Of course, we're serious, babe." His body presses against me from behind, his arms looping around my center. "I'm under so much stress at work right now. I get little free time, and when I do, I just want to relax."I sniffle, some of the ache in my chest lifting. "And your friends? Your family? Don't you think it's time I meet them?"He frees a substantial breath. "My family's so busy running the conglomerate right now. You know I don't want to bother them. The timing isn't right."
The club's music blasts me back into focus.He’s a liar—a liar and a cheat.I'm a fool for putting up with him for so many months, letting him string me along, waiting for affection he's incapable of giving. I'm tired of the explanations. The diplomatic answers. And being the idiot who believes them.Trying to love Sterling Bass is like trudging down a one-way street, with one step deep in hope and the other in disappointment.I resist, yanking hard and breaking free from his grasp. I'm over the bickering, the need to please him or best him in a battle of wits that will resolve nothing. I'm done. We were already done, but somehow when I look him dead in the eyes, it feels like I'm breaking up with him all over again."Goodbye, Sterling."I turn before I see his expression, slipping underneath the rope and letting the crowd swallow me. Faintly, I hear him shouting my name, anger edging his words. He must be hot on my trail, so I push further, shouldering people, my adrenaline too high to offer apologies.Bursting through a swarm of people, I crash straight into a hard object. "Oof." I grasp against it, steadying myself on what feels like solid muscle underneath silky fabric.I come to my senses, realizing I’ve pummeled into the back of a poor stranger seated on a barstool."Sorry! I'm so sorry." The apology flies from my lips, my heart racing.Get it together.He turns to face me, and I'm met with warm green eyes that are somehow calming in such a climactic place. A black mask covers the upper third of his face, but there's no mistake. He's gorgeous. With tousled brown hair and a strong frame, his jawline could cut through glass.A second passes.And another."Easy there." His deep tenor breaks our silence. "Wouldn't want a littlething like you getting tossed around in that crowd."My heart contracts, and I wobble, the alcohol going straight to my head.He grabs my arm gently, his hand warm and calloused.“Let’s get you some water,” he says, motioning to the empty stool beside him, before waving to the bartender. “Sit.”
It's a command, not a question.I listen, trying to tame my hair as I'm suddenly conscious of my appearance. I can't imagine what I must look like after dancing for who knows how long and booking it through a crowd of sweaty bodies.We're so near, my shoulder grazes the sleeve of his navy suit, and an unexpected wave of comfort washes over me. A complete stranger has decided I need watching over.I smile."Something funny?" Amusement laces his words. He takes a sip of what appears to be straight bourbon, a large, spherical cube of ice clinking against the glass."No—nothing.""Are you sure?" His eyes bore into mine.Heat rushes to my face, and I wonder if he can spot the rednessunderneath my mask. "It's just that... You found a way to be caring in a place like this." I wave my hand, particularly at the stage and dancers.A gloom casts over his features before he looks away. Tipping his glass skyward, he finishes the remainder of his drink. "I'm not the kind of guy you think I am.""Maybe not. We did just meet." I nurse my water, my head beginning to clear. "But you're better than who I was running from." I’m unable to stop the wobble in my voice.He sits straighter, wearing an alarmingly serious expression as he reaches for my arm. "What do you mean? Did someone hurt you?""No!" I lurch back. "It's not like that. My ex-boyfriend just can't take a —""There you are, babe!" A cackling voice like razor blades sounds behind us, eliciting goosebumps to scatter up my spine. My body goes cold, completely numb. "You think you could hide from me?" His mask is off, his blue eyes wild.I peer back at my new companion to offer an apology, not wanting to bring him any problems. But I find him giving Sterling a calculated murderous look."Maybe she prefers my company over yours."My lips part—the man who speaks is different. The tenderness and concern in his voice are gone, replaced with a dark authority that has my heart thumping.
Sterling freezes, a frown forming on his face. "This doesn't concern you, Damien."Shock courses through me. They know each other?Damien... I don't recognize the name."Please." When my voice comes out small, I cringe. "I said it's over. I don't want to be around you.""You don't..." He sways, knocking against someone next to him, before he stabilizes himself against my chair. "You don't know what you're doing." He points at me. "No one in my world would ever associate with a girl so common.""That's enough." Damien clenches his jaw."You're lucky, and you know it. I could have ten girls just like you." Smiling, he grips my bare thigh, the alcohol on his breath blasting through my senses. "So, tonight, you're going to quit being such a brat and apologize." His hand travels higher, the tips of his fingers sliding underneath my dress, making my stomach lurch with nausea. "By opening up that mouth of yours that's only good for catching my cu—"Glass crashes against his skull, shattering on impact. Sterling's eyes roll back before he slumps over, colliding with strangers until he hits the ground hard.Gasps spark around us, and my breathing stalls. Patrons sitting at the bar turn their heads and stare at the man appearing lifeless on the dirty floor. Others pay him no mind, stepping over him while they dance.Damien retrieves a towel from over the bar top and holds it in his hand, blood bleaching through the white cloth.I stand on shaky legs.But his free hand reaches out in front of me. "Don't go. Sit and look at him." Venom spews from his lips. "It's important that you know. That's how a man who disrespects you should look. On the ground, unconscious."I whip my head, searching the unwavering gaze of the man I just met.He’s serious.Returning to my seat, my mind runs empty on an explanation. No one's ever spoken to Sterling like that before, let alone laid a hand on him. That doesn't happen to a man with that kind of power. But there he is, sprawled out like a bag of sand with his mouth drooping downward. Harsh flashes of light shine our way and drag down to Sterling's body, before two security guards approach us. One grabs Damien by the arm."Oh." Startled, he releases his grasp, looking him in the eye. "Sorry, sir." What the fuck? Did I hear him apologize?
The man faces me, and I straighten in anticipation."She's with me."When the guard snaps his attention away, no questions asked, my shoulders slouch as a surprising sense of security envelops me.With a single command, I’m off limits."Understood." The guard nods, glancing down at Sterling. "What should we do with him?""Get him out of my sight."The two men hoist Sterling's body between them, carrying him away through the crowd. Then it’s like nothing happened, as if he's just another club rat kid causing trouble.The bartender comes over with another glass of bourbon, setting it on the counter in front of Damien.What is going on...? Who is this guy?On the one hand, I'm filled with shock and hesitation that I should be around this man. But on the other... I'm drawn to him by such a visceral force that it's impossible to ignore.Waving down the bartender, I remain in my seat. "A tequila sunrise, please."Damien places the bloody rag back behind the bar."You should get that looked at."He smirks. "Not my blood."I bite the inside of my cheek, stifling a smug grin, right as the bartenderreturns with my drink, setting it on a square napkin. Unzipping my purse, I —"It's on the house.""Oh..." I say, unable to finish my sentence before he's whisking along to the next customer. "Okay."This night keeps getting weirder and weirder...My head has sobered up in record timing, and I don't know if it's because of the water or witnessing possibly the most satisfying thing I'veever seen—Sterling Bass being denied the final word.
Laughter bubbles deep in my gut, spilling outwards. I shouldn't feel sohappy, but I do. Damien side-glances at me, taking a sip of his drink. A widening smirk lines his lips, too, and it only fuels my hysteria further.I tilt my head back, tears brimming my eyes. "I guess I should thank you.""No need. He's had it coming for a while.""So, is he a friend of yours?"He pauses, squinching his brow."Not quite, but you could say that." His smile fades. "We had a... fallingout. You shouldn't give a guy like that a minute of your attention." He's closer now than ever, leaning towards me on the edge of his stool. "I take it you didn't know he was here?"A whiff of his cologne dances its way into my nostrils. I breathe deep, basking in the allure of citrus and smoky undertones."No, I didn’t. He wasn't a part of tonight's plans." I wet my lips, noticing the slow thrum beating between my legs. As his green eyes capture mine, I'm unable to look away."And how was tonight supposed to go?" His tone strains, eyes flickering to my lips.Feeling like prey under the stare of an experienced predator, my voice shrinks to a near whisper. "I was supposed to forget it all. This one night, I didn't have to be me. I could slip on a mask and be someone else entirely."He grabs underneath my knee, applying a subtle pressure. "And what would that someone do, coming to a place like this?" Grazing higher, his hand slips underneath the seam of my dress. And this time, with this man, the move washes arousal over me.I'm liquid putty in his grasp.I uncross my legs. "Sh-she would...""Tell me." His thumb runs across my inner thigh, prompting my legs towiden.My breathing hitches as he explores further, an agonizing need buildinginside of me that forces me to confess. "She would fuck the pain away." "Would she? Hmm." His finger reaches the corners of my panties, scarcely missing my most sensitive spot and causing torturous friction."Ask me."Shock reverberates through me. He wants me to cross the line. He wants me to offer myself to him... and I'm surprised that I want to. Desperately want to.
"Would you—""Say my name." He presses against my clit, hard.I buckle in my chair. "Damien." His name leaves my lips on a breathlessmoan. "Would you fuck my pain away?" Mindlessly, I grind against his hand."Fuck. You don't know what you're asking." His voice is thick and dripping with desire. He leans in close, his lips grazing my ear. "For one night, you'd belong to me.""I know my limits.""Do you?" He hikes up my dress, uncaring of who may watch in the club's darkness. It only heightens my arousal, blood screaming in my ears. "I'll ruin you for all other nights. Are you sure you want that?"He tugs harder, and my ass makes cold contact with my chair.I haven't touched my drink. I'm dead sober at this point, yet keenly aware of the train we're on that's barreling ahead at full speed, threatening to run off the rails if we don't pull the brakes.But desperation tugs at me. "I need it. Just this once."Who are you convincing? Him or yourself?Grabbing a fistful of my ass cheek, he reaches into his pocket. He dials someone named John, holding the phone to his ear as our eyes lock in a smouldering gaze. "Enigma in five, and book me a suite......Yes,The Ritz."HANNAHAGREEING to hook up with a complete stranger from a club an hour after meeting isn't one of the smartest decisions I've ever made.And neither is letting him book the hotel. The Ritz, I heard him say on the phone. Perhaps I heard him wrong. The club was deafening. But if I didn't... that's the most expensive hotel in the city. And he booked a suite.For a one-night stand.A privacy wall separates us from the driver as we sit in the backseat of a spacious vehicle. I take the middle, with my knee brushing against Damien's thigh.What were you thinking, girl? Are you trying to end up on Dateline? I imagine Sofia lecturing me after she finds out I ditched the club without saying goodbye.Who has their own personal driver, who shows up in five minutes to pick us up outside a club? Sterling didn't have a driver. Why am I only now asking myself these things?More intelligent and sensible questions flood my brain, but when a strong hand brushes against my knee, all the thoughts exit th
DAMIENForbidden fruit. A needy temptress under my touch. And as I drive her head down, the tip of my cock smacking the back of her throat, I force myself to remember why I can't have her.She's my younger brother's ex-girlfriend, and she doesn't even know. I had multiple opportunities to tell her, but I didn't.I yank her head up, relishing the way she gasps for air.I did warn her I wasn't the kind of guy she thought I was.But then my brother showed up at the club, all drunk and idiotic asusual. I remember how he touched her, his hand marking her leg. Anger swirls inside me.The way he spoke to her...My grip tightens on her hair. "Apologize.""W-what?" Her voice wobbles in the most perfect way."For making me crazy. That a perfect little thing like you would ever bewith a man like him."She stares at me, shock laced with desire in her eyes."Sterling? I—"Plunging her head down, her answer dies on a choked yelp. I hold herthere, my cock buried in her throat. "Don't say his name
HAVE you ever had such earth-shattering sex that you almost feel guilty over it? Like something that great couldn't just happen, not without losing something—dignity, innocence... something you haven't realized yet?Maybe I should feel bad for everyone around me. They're missing out on something monumental, life-altering, and they don't even know it. And how could they? They didn't experience what I did last night.I twirl a strand of hair between my fingers, bed sheets sprawling about my body like a sea of clouds. Did last night even happen, or was he some ghost figment of my imagination? But the lingering scent of him reminds me it was real.All of it.I noticed he was gone when I woke up five minutes ago, leaving me feeling disappointed but glad at the same time.I chew on my bottom lip.Would I have been able to look at him after that?Do I know how I feel?Do I regret it? No.But what if nothing will ever compare to that? Possible—probable,even.No, no, don't think like that. It
MY FATHER TAUGHT me many life lessons, one of them about taking what I want.If I see something I want, I take it. No questions. I don't need a reason or a moral justification to lull me to sleep at night. All I need is the comforting fact that it's mine and no one else's.Just like the brunette standing in my personal meeting room, staring at me with the most intriguing anger. She doesn't realize it yet, but she's mine. The moment I saw her up against that window in the hotel with hunger and determination flashing behind her eyes, I knew she was my next taking.I want more than a one-night stand. I want her on her knees every night, batting her eyelashes and puckering her lips for me. I want to own all her moans, all her orgasms. And the thought of her under the touch of another man, especially my brother's, makes my skin boil.Call me obsessive and controlling, but it's the reason I started a multi- billion-dollar business using nothing but my brain and the power of negotiation.I w
RAIN SPLATTERS AGAINST THE WINDOW.I sit curled up on the couch in our living room, watching Seinfeld. I'm on season five, even though I've seen the show all the way through twice. It's my go-to comfort show that I turned on the instant I got home.Sofia is still gone. She texted me saying she's staying late for work. I haven't seen her since the club on Sunday night. We agreed to a late lunch together after my interview, but I texted her it ran long and to go without me.I'm still debating if I should tell her what happened today. I'm not sure how I feel. It's more complicated than when I dealt with the aftermath of Sterling. Then, I felt sad and stupid.And now? I shove my spoon into my tub of chocolate chip ice cream. Now I feel stupid and something else...Pissed. Yes, that's it.For two reasons.One, my chances of working on Silicon Avenue are approaching zero.The Bass family owns half of it, and their reach and influence must stretch down the entire street. My promising client
THAT DID NOT COME OUT RIGHT.I've never done this before—how are you supposed to say that to someone? I sound like I've completely lost my mind.Her chair bursts away from the table, her mouth open on a silent exasperation. She looks frozen, as if she's deciding between staying here with me—who says crazy shit like that—or to bolt and run.My eyes travel downward, to the yellow sundress she's wearing, something so different from anything I've seen on her. It's no less distracting, with its cinched waist and floral design that brings out all her feminine features."Please, tell me I heard that wrong."My collared shirt suddenly feels too tight at the neck. "Hannah, we can help each other."She finally gets to her feet, grabbing her purse and rummaging through it, presumably for money to put on the table so she can ditch me.Her laugh edges with anger. "I don't care about some awakening or your stupid money. You're bad news, and I don't want to hear your fake reason why we need to prete
WHEN DAMIEN TOLD me the conference room would be next to legal, I didn't realize legal made up an entire floor.I meander across the tile flooring, passing by sophisticated men and women dressed in pantsuits, each radiating confidence and knowing exactly where they're going. Unlike me, who's checking each door marked with a number, trying to figure out which direction I'm supposed to go.Room 2090, Private Accord Chamber A.Bingo.The glossy doorknob stares me down as I brush off my dress and nibblethe inside of my cheek. I'm about to enter an unknown domain, where I suspect to be a minnow up against an experienced shark.I wrote my conditions and sent them to Damien last night, but I don't know if they're final or need to be negotiated. He seems to hold all the power and expertise, so I dressed for compensation.Pink pumps and a small, sophisticated black dress with a modest neckline. Sofia didn't pick it out for me this time, because then I'd have to tell her the insane arrangement
TONIGHT'S the worst night of every month.My car creeps by the pristinely shaved hedges and rose bushes that linethe perimeter of my family's estate. Rounding a central water feature, I parallel park my McLaren between a shimmering Rolls-Royce and an Aston Martin.It appears most guests have arrived already for our family's monthly dinner. But I don't spot my brother's sports car.He's late, as always.Stepping out, I stare up at the building. I know those excluded from the highest echelons of society would be in awe of such a work of architecture, with its cobbled walls and tall pillars. But all I see are harrowing reminders of a past I shove deep inside myself.Taking a deep breath, I ascend the long row of steps, passing through the front door.Instantly, I recognize the foyer is different as I shrug off my long coat, studying the space. What was once gold with green accents, is now black- and-white checkered tiles and crystal chandeliers. When I dispose of my coat in a nearby clo