LOGINHARRYMy heart hammered against my ribs. I understood. I moved, my lips kissing a trail down her golden skin, over the smooth plane of her abdomen, past the dip of her navel. The sheets rustled as I settled between her thighs. The sight was intoxicating. She was open to me, utterly vulnerable and utterly powerful.I looked up at her. Her head was tilted back, eyes closed, a faint smile on her parted lips. One of her hands rested on my head, not pushing, but claiming. Her fingers threaded through my hair. “Please,” she said, the word a soft, desperate plea.I lowered my mouth.My first touch was a gentle kiss on the inner skin of her thigh. She shuddered. Then, I moved to her center. I didn’t plunge in. I teased. My lips brushed against her, feeling the soft, swollen heat. My tongue traced a slow, lazy circle around her, avoiding the core, tasting the salt and warmth of her skin.Jessica gasped. “Don’t… tease me now,” she moaned, her voice tight with need.I listened. I parted her with
HARRYI’d lingered in the study for one last call after our guests left, trying to wrap up the loose ends of a deal. After that I found my way upstairs.I pushed open the door to our bedroom, and the sight on the bed stopped me in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat.Jessica was in bed, the sheets pooled around her hips. She was naked, the soft light from her bedside lamp painting her skin in warm gold. She held an iPad, her focus apparently on some article, but the curve of her lips, the slight tilt of her head, told me she had been waiting for me. This was her invitation, silent and breathtaking.I didn’t speak. I just stared, taking in the elegant slope of her shoulders, the dark fall of her hair against the pillow, the gentle rise of her breasts. Mesmerizing. The perfect, intimate end to a beautiful night.My clothes came off in a hurried, quiet ritual. Each piece falling away felt like shedding a layer of the world outside. By the time I was naked too, the cool air of th
HARRYBy the time I got home, the day had settled into that quiet, satisfied kind of exhaustion. But there was more waiting for me. I reached for the doorknob, already loosening my tie with my other hand. But the door flung open before I could touch it.Jessica stood there. Jessica was now my wife officially, we had a court wedding seven months ago.Radiant.Her smile was wide, bright, almost conspiratorial, like she had been waiting just behind the door, listening for my footsteps.“Here comes the birthday boy,” she sang lightly.Before I could respond, she stepped closer, her hands sliding up my chest as she leaned in and kissed me; deep, warm, deliberate.“Happy birthday, darling, once again.”I exhaled softly against her lips before pulling back just enough to look at her.“Thank you, dear,” I murmured.And I meant it, not just for the greeting.For the effort.For the glow she carried into my space.“Happy birthday, my boy!”My father’s voice came from the living room.I looked
HARRYThe chairman cleared his throat just as the last slide faded off the screen. It was our quarterly board meeting. “Before we adjourn,” he said, folding his hands neatly on the polished conference table, “I would like us to take a moment. Today happens to be a special day.”A few heads turned toward me.They already knew what was happening.“Myself and the board thought it fitting that two of our most respected members say a few words about Mr. Harry Sterling; his leadership, his resilience, and what he has meant to Treeline Biosciences, especially in these past months. In honor of his birthday today.”A small smile tugged at my lips as I leaned back in my chair, adjusting my cufflinks subtly. I kept my expression modest and measured but inside, something warm had already begun to bloom.Recognition.Finally, something untainted.“Dr. Wallace,” the chairman said, gesturing toward the man seated two chairs to my left. “If you would begin.”Dr. Andrew Wallace straightened, a man in
FELICIA My mind was crowded with too many thoughts at once as I made my way downstairs to Richard's office that night. Each step felt deliberate, like I was walking myself into something I had already decided… but still wasn’t entirely ready to face.I stopped in front of Richard’s office door.For a moment, I just stood there.Then I knocked.“Come in,” his voice came, calm and familiar.I pushed the door open slowly.He was behind his desk, focused on his computer, sleeves rolled slightly, his posture relaxed but attentive in that way he always carried himself, like even at rest, his mind was working.He looked up almost immediately.“Felicia…” His brows lifted slightly. “I thought it was Miranda.” His eyes moved over me quickly, assessing. “Is everything alright?”I nodded as I stepped in. “Yes. Everything’s fine.”He leaned back a little in his chair, still watching me. “Alright… come in.”I walked further into the room, closing the door behind me before turning back toward him.
RICHARD I stepped into the main laboratory that morning, not the quiet, controlled space in my penthouse but the real one. The heart of everything.This was where the work actually lived.The moment the doors slid open, the atmosphere hit me; focused, charged, alive.Lab scientists in white coats moved between stations, some hunched over microscopes, others analyzing data on large screens. The low hum of machines blended with quiet conversations, the occasional clink of glassware, the steady rhythm of progress.This was controlled chaos.And it was exactly how I liked it.“Good morning, sir,” one of the junior researchers greeted as I walked past.I gave a brief nod. “Morning.”No need for long exchanges. Everyone here knew the expectations.Precision. Discipline. Results.I moved deeper into the lab, my eyes scanning everything; the setups, samples, procedures. Nothing escaped my attention. A misplaced vial, an incorrect label, a deviation in process… I would see it.“Dr. Coleman.”







