ログインI took Monday off, unable to face the corporate world, but Tuesday morning arrived far too quickly.Walking into the executive floor of company felt like walking into a trap. The atmosphere between me and my boss was painfully awkward, yet Justin seemed entirely un bothered by the boundary we had crossed. In fact, he was completely over me. "How was that night, Charlotte?" Justin asked smoothly, leaning back in his leather chair just twenty minutes into our morning briefing. "You've been quiet. I was wondering when you'd bring it up."I kept my eyes glued to my legal pad, my fingers white from gripping my pen. "I'm married, sir. We shouldn't be talking about this. It was a mistake." "Oh, really?" Justin chuckled, a low, dangerous sound. He stood up from his desk, his expensive leather shoes clicking softly on the floor. Before I could react, he closed the distance between us. His hands clamped around my waist from behind, pulling me back against his hard chest just like he had
The morning sun cut through the heavy velvet curtains of the luxury hotel room, I woke up with a jolt, a heavy weight instantly settling on my chest. The air in the room was cool from the air conditioning, but my skin felt flushed. I turned my head slowly, and my heart dropped into my stomach. I was not at home, and right beside me was Justin. His bare shoulder was rising and falling with his steady breathing, and one of his hands was wrapped possessively around my bare waist. The memories of last night rushed back in a terrifying wave the balcony, the secluded service hallway, the frantic tearing of clothes, the slow, deep thrusts while my phone buzzed uselessly on the nightstand. Panic seized me. I needed to get out of there immediately. Gently, with my breath hitched in my throat, I placed my fingers on his wrist. I braced myself, carefully lifting his hand off my waist, ensuring I didn't wake the sleeping billionaire. He stirred slightly, groaning in his sleep, but his arm dr
Friday evening arrived too quickly. The house was filled with the frantic energy of me trying to get ready for the night while ensuring Joan had everything she needed. I stood in front of the bedroom mirror, putting the finishing touches on my appearance, clad in an elegant, brown evening dress. Alex was right there in the room, watching me dress. He was wearing his casual sweatpants, contrastingly stark against my formal attire. A slow, heavy frown settled on his handsome face as his eyes tracked the plunging neckline of my dress and the way the fabric hugged my curves. Stepping up behind me, he picked up my necklace from the vanity. His touch was warm against my skin as he carefully fastened the clasp around my neck. Once it was secure, I stood up fully and turned to face him. Alex looked down at me, his eyes dark with a complex mixture of admiration and longing. "You look beautiful," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, slightly possessive pout. "And you're really l
Eventually, I dragged myself up and went back to bed, but sleep was completely impossible. I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, and the moment kept flashing back at me. I remembered the kiss with vivid, terrifying clarity, his lips on mine, so incredibly soft. I caught myself touched by the memory, a small, involuntary smile tugging at my lips before I violently snapped out of it, horrified at my own reaction. I got up to check on Joan; she was sound asleep, entirely unaware of the storm brewing in her mother’s life. Heading back to my own room, a strange, heavy feeling settled deep in my gut. No matter how hard I tried to blink it away, the memory of the kiss kept appearing right in front of my face, burning itself into my mind. The next day at work was absolute torture. The atmosphere in the executive suite was suffocatingly awkward. Justin went right back to ignoring me, but it was different now; the air between us practically crackled with nervous energy. I was st
His voice carried the exact same flat, hollow tone from that morning, entirely devoid of the warmth that used to anchor me. He didn't look up from his phone. His thumb just kept mindlessly scrolling, the blue light casting a pale, unnatural glow across his sharply defined features. "Alex? Did you even hear me?" I stepped closer, the lingering excitement of my hiring suddenly feeling heavy and foolish. "I’m the personal assistant to the CEO." "I heard you. That’s great. Really," he muttered, finally locking his screen and setting the phone face-down on the kitchen counter. He forced a thin, fragile smile that didn't even come close to reaching his eyes. "You wanted the job, you got it. I'm happy for you." "Then why do you look like you just heard a bad news?" I pressed, crossing my arms over my chest, desperately trying to read the shifting shadows in his expression. "Charlotte, please. I told you, I'm just tired. Work has been a nightmare. There’s nothing wrong with the job. If yo
I lay there. Breathing hard. My body ached for him. I was so close. So close. But he left me hanging. "Alex?" I said. My voice was small. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," he said. His voice was flat. Far away. I sat up. I looked at him. He was staring at the wall. His eyes were empty. Lost in thought, did I do something wrong "What happened?" "I said I'm fine," he said. But he did not look at me. *********** The next morning, I woke up to a room flooded with pale, thin sunlight. Inside the covers, the bed was still warm, but an inexplicable chill hung in the air. Turning over, I found Alex already awake. He was lying flat on his back, staring blankly at the ceiling with empty, hollow eyes. The deep exhaustion etched into his face told me everything; he hadn't slept a single wink. "Alex?" I murmured softly. "Good morning baby," he replied. His voice was flat, completely devoid of emotion, as if his mind were miles away. "What's wrong? You look so sad." "It's nothing," he muttered.
The next morning, Jace woke up and looked beside him to see me sleeping, facing him. He smiled "Wow, you look beautiful when you're sleeping. I'm amazed by how much you care about me. You undressed me and saw things you weren't supposed to see, but you're my wife, so it's nothing. Still, I felt
My father kept pushing me to marry that guy, but I refused. I kept pushing the guy off, but he wouldn't give up. He loved me, but I never felt the same way about him. His father, Mr. Alison, and my father arranged the marriage without telling me. When they told me about the wedding, it was the day
After what happened to me on my eighteenth birthday, I struggled to trust anyone. The experience was so traumatic that I haven't been able to date or fall in love with anyone since. That day, I was raped by someone I trusted deeply. He appeared quiet and calm, which made the betrayal even harder to







