LOGINSky yanked her arm back and crossed her arms, unimpressed. “I’m a reporter, not your personal PR manager. I don’t owe you an explanation.”Carter scoffed. “Oh, really? So you can just write whatever slanderous nonsense you want about me, and I’m supposed to let it slide?”Sky tilted her head, pretending to think. “Hmm. Yes.”Carter clenched his jaw. “Unbelievable.”Sky smirked. “It’s called journalism, sweetheart.”Carter leaned in, voice dropping. “It’s called defamation, darling.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “Alright, you two, wrap this up before someone gets murdered.”"Not yet." Carter’s smirk was infuriatingly smug. "Skylar and I still have some unfinished business, and you two will have to excuse us."Ace let out a bored sigh, already turning on his heel. "Whatever, dude. You two sort out your issues. I’m gonna make a phone call." And with that, he disappeared down the hall.She tried to walk away, but Carter caught her wrist and pulled her back—not forcefully, but with enough
The door was slightly ajar, revealing a grand bedroom—bigger than our entire apartment, because of course it was. What surprised me more, though, was the sight of Skylar and Carter inside, locked in a heated argument.Carter’s expression was stormy, his jaw clenched. Skylar stood her ground, arms crossed, glaring at him like she was about five seconds away from throwing something expensive at his face.When they noticed us, they both froze.Then Carter suddenly stomped toward me like a man on a mission.“Why didn’t you tell me, Aria?” he demanded, his voice sharp.I frowned. “Tell you what?”“That your friend here is a reporter—and she came to this party to spy on me!”My eyebrows shot up. What.I glanced at Skylar, who was now glowering at Carter like she was mentally setting him on fire.What the hell happened? Weren’t these two flirting earlier? How did we go from that to espionage accusations?I raised a hand. “Okay, hold on. I didn’t tell you she was a reporter because, one, it
I groaned, rubbing my temples. "I’ve literally tried everything. Can’t he at least consider how desperate I am? He is so stingy with it!”Sky wiped a fake tear from her eye, shaking her head. “Babe, his dick is not a complimentary sample at Costco. You don’t just walk up and grab one.”I threw my hands up. “Well, it should be. Other men throw themselves at me like I’m the last donut at a meeting full of cops. Why is he different?”She rolled her eyes. “You need to try harder to win him over, or better yet, just move on.”I gasped, scandalized. “Move on? From the forbidden fruit I haven’t even had a single bite of? Absolutely not.”Slumping back in my seat, I groaned dramatically. “I’ve reached a point where I don’t even know if I want him or if I just want to win. The rejection is personal now, Sky. Every time he resists, it’s like he’s saying, ‘Try harder, peasant,’ and I simply cannot let that stand.”Sky arched a brow. “You’re sounding dangerously close to a villain origin story.”
Ace tensed, his grip tightening around the glass as my fingers slowly brushed against the fabric of his pants. I bit my lip, watching him closely, waiting for his reaction.Any second now, he’d shove my hand away. Snap at me. Give me some sharp, condescending remark.But he didn’t.Instead, he remained perfectly still, his expression unreadable. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t push me away. He barely even acknowledged my touch.My smirk faltered. This was new.I dragged my fingers just slightly, a slow, teasing movement. Nothing. Not even a flicker of reaction.What the hell?I glanced up, my confidence wavering, only to find Ace taking a sip of his drink with an unreadable expression."Ending the night with an intense orgasm isn’t a terrible idea, don’t you think?" I whispered, my fingers still resting on his thigh.I barely had time to revel in my own audacity before Ace spoke."If you don't get your hands off me, Aria. You'll be leaving this party with one hand" he said casually an
I strutted toward the bar, heels clicking against the marble floor, ignoring the lingering gazes of men hoping for my attention. Not tonight, boys. I had my eyes on a different kind of trouble.And there he was—Ace, seated on a stool, looking as devastatingly good as ever. His usual air of boredom was on full display as he nursed his drink, barely engaging with the blonde woman beside him. Poor thing was clearly trying to get his attention, but all she was getting was the occasional nod or a one-word response.How tragic.Well, lucky for her, I was here to set her free.A smirk curled on my lips as an idea formed. I sauntered up to them, leaned down, and whispered just loud enough for her to hear:"You see that man you're talking to? Yeah, he once had an ex who didn’t take rejection well. Stalked every woman who got too close. Last I heard, she sends out… warnings. Dead roses. A single black feather. Sometimes, just a whisper in the dark before they mysteriously disappear."The blon
The sheer size of Carter’s mansion left me breathless. It wasn’t just big—it was massive, glowing under the night sky like something out of a dream. Lights lined the entire property, illuminating the pristine driveway where luxury cars—Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Rolls-Royces—pulled in one after the other. People I’d only ever seen on TV strolled through the grand entrance like they belonged here. Maybe they did. Maybe we didn’t.Skylar and I exchanged looks, our disbelief mirrored in each other’s eyes.“Oh my God, Ari,” she whispered, gripping my arm. “I’m beginning to think we should just turn around and leave.”Her panicked expression was almost comical, but I knew exactly how she felt. This wasn’t our world. This wasn’t some casual college party with cheap beer and Bluetooth speakers. This was the party—the kind people talked about for weeks afterward, the kind that made it into gossip blogs, the kind where a single wrong move could get you labeled an outcast forever.I exhaled sh
Carter is staring at me like I'm speaking in tongues, still trying to figure out who the hell I'm talking about.When I told Carter what that girl did in my office, he couldn't contain his laughter. The dude wished he was the one conducting the interview. He said he would gladly fuck her right the
The hand around her throat moves down her chest, stomach, and presses its way into her pajama pants. My fingers are shoved into her underwear, and she lifts her right knee to give me better access. I chuckle in her ear, kissing my way down her neck.Her right hand reaches up, gripping a hold of m
I try to focus on my job, but I’m too distracted. My wife won’t listen to me, my house has been infiltrated by a professional menace, and now my head is pounding.I have a lot of work to do, but I can't concentrate, because of the argument we just had. I hate arguing with my wife. It hurts my feeli
**Ace**No! This can't be happening!This has to be a joke. Or some twisted prank from the universe.Her?The shameless, conniving, vomit-throwing menace is the new nanny?I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it.But Megan's warm, welcoming smile tells me that this isn't some cruel dream. It's r







