LOGINCharles I’ve been called selfish a lot of times and I really do not mind. It has never gotten to me, never made me bad an eyelash. I’m calculating and ruthless when it comes to getting what I want. Whether or not it is right doesn’t matter to me. I walked straight into my office, knowing Brad already had my guests seated. “Titan.” “Did you get my package?” He asked as soon as we shook hands. I was about to raise an eyebrow for more explanations when it suddenly clicked. Nathalie is the package. “How?” Was all I managed to ask. “How did you do it?”“I’ve been in this game for so long, mate. Don’t forget that.”“I know… but I need to understand what happened.”“Are you glad she’s back?”“Of course.”Titan’s gigantic frame was very evident in his choice of clothing. He was modeling a black singlet, his tattooed arms on view. “You don’t get it;” I said but stopped myself from saying anything else. “I need to know everything. I do not like being caught off guard.”“And I made sure
JaxMaybe I was beginning to overthink everything but the happiness and euphoria died down almost five hours later. Why haven’t they sent the email? Did they suddenly think I was unworthy? Or maybe they found out I was lying about everything?I remained on the couch, staring at the ceiling like it had answers.Actually, it didn’t.Hazel was somewhere behind me, moving things around in the kitchen, humming like she didn’t have a care in the world.I groaned softly and turned to the side.“This is pointless,” I muttered to myself, dragging my hand over my face.I hadn’t heard anything from the company.No call.No email.No nothing.Which, in my experience, usually meant one thing.Rejection.I closed my eyes for a second.Then…Ping.I froze.My eyes snapped open.“Ugh,” I groaned louder this time, pressing my face into the couch cushion. “That’s definitely another rejection.”Hazel’s voice came from the kitchen.“What is?” she asked casually.“My life,” I replied dramatically.Hazel
JaxI tried to focus on Noah’s voice, but my attention kept drifting past him to the parking lot across the street. The restaurant’s warm lights reflected against the glass, turning the outside world into a dim, shifting mirror, yet the black SUV parked under the flickering streetlamp was still clearly visible. It hadn’t moved since they arrived.At first, I told myself I was being paranoid. It was just a car and maybe the driver was having a bad day and needed to park for a second. That’s possible..and that’s valid. Right?Noah was in the middle of explaining something about his job, something about a new project but his words blended into the soft jazz playing overhead.The SUV’s windows were too dark to see through.Plenty of people drove black SUVs. Plenty of people parked across from restaurants. But something about it felt wrong like a quiet pressure sitting at the back of my neck.Like someone was watching me.I glanced again. Still facing directly toward the restaurant.Sti
Jax Hazel stared at me like I just committed a criminal act. Not a small one— her brows were raised like I stolestole from a shopping mall and appeared with the same outfit.I swallowed, waiting for her to say something but all she did was gaze at me up and down. Her eyes followed my every move. She was quiet and something about the way she was calm was enough to make me feel uncomfortable."What?" I asked her. Without waiting for her to say a word, I turned to the full-length mirror and tilted a little to the side. I was taking a good look at myself.My nice fitted sweatpants. my oversized T shirt. My hair is a messy twist, comfortable and just simple. Hazel glanced at me and shook her head a couple of times. "It's a no Jaxen. it's definitely a no."“A no???” I repeated.She nodded, keeping her fake smile. “You heard me right.”“Don't tell me I don't look good in this outfit. The sweats are—”“Too comfortable for a date,” she told me. She raised both hands to the air like they’d
Jax The bar wasn’t too crowded when we walked in, which was exactly what I needed. Not noise. Not chaos. Just something calm enough to let my thoughts breathe without swallowing me whole.Hazel walked ahead of me, her heels clicking lightly against the floor, her energy already filling the space like she owned it. I followed behind, slower, taking in the dim lighting, the soft music, the familiar scent of citrus and something sweet drifting from the counter.“This place is cute,” she said, turning slightly to look at me as she slid into a stool. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”“I didn’t hide it,” I replied, settling beside her. “I just didn’t think you’d care about mocktails.”Hazel raised an eyebrow, amused. “Excuse me? I care about anything that tastes good and doesn’t ruin my life the next morning.”I smiled faintly, grabbing the menu even though I already knew what I wanted. “That’s exactly why I like it here.”Before I could say anything else, I felt it… that shift in the air
Charles I stepped into the room, my shoes soft against the polished floor, and froze for a moment at the sight of her. Nathalie was sitting near the window, the late afternoon light hitting her hair just enough to make it glow faintly. Her posture was rigid, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and the tension in her shoulders was something I felt in my chest before she even spoke.“Are you okay?” I asked, my voice low, almost cautious.She looked at me, and for a second, there was a flash of something unreadable in her eyes. “I… overheard your conversation on the phone,” she said quietly, her voice steady but firm. “And I don’t need your help. I’m not crazy, Charles.”I shook my head slowly, taking a careful step toward her. “I never said that,” I replied, my tone soft, coaxing. “I’m not saying you’re crazy. I’m saying… I’m trying to help. That’s all.”She shook her head, almost impatiently. “You don’t get it. I don’t need help.” Her voice had an edge now, sharper than before. “I jus
JaxMy body is on fire and he knows it. He wants me to admit it but I won't. He moved closer, just an inch away from my face. “I don't make wishes.”My heart was beating so fast, a spark in my chest that we were so close again.“You are not going to fuck me?”That was not me. It was his sub. He
CharlesI know I shouldn’t dare crave her the way I do, but fuck, I’m weak and I need to take care of that weakness.I can't remember the last time I’d fucked my hand so much. I barely made it from watching her walk away to her room before I had my cock out.My breathing pattern had changed.Bringi
CharlesIvan looked at me impassively. “This isn’t you, and it’s reckless.”“I told him the same thing,” Brad added. Damn it.I clenched my jaw and turned away. My younger brother and I are at Brad’s penthouse. We're supposed to be meeting here to talk about business but somehow, Ivan, who I'm tw
JaxI can't remember the last time I had a meal like this. Like an actual traditional breakfast. “Good morning,” Martha said with a small smile, placing a tray on the table. “I didn't know if you'd like to eat outside your room so I brought breakfast here.”An omelet with vegetables and cheese, a







