LOGIN“If you have any sense you would run away from me as fast as you possibly could,” Dougal Wilde said, his voice betraying some new emotions I couldn’t pinpoint. I looked at him through my lashes, and gently touched his cheek. “I do not think I want to take a single step away from you,” I whispered. He flinched at the touch of my finger. His eyes narrowed, the first indication of letting me know I was winning this war already. “Just as well. I am suddenly not in the mood to let you escape from me.” He lowered his head and his mouth moved on mine with astonishing tenderness, easing apart my lips until I obeyed the silent command. His lips surged into my warmth with stunning intimacy. I moaned softly and sagged against him. Never had a man kissed me in this manner. I shivered as he lifted me up against his chest. “Kiss me.” He ordered in a deep, dark voice that sent a delicious chill down my spine. Without stopping to think, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I moaned and sagged against him, my lips taking his in a soft whisper, lashing unto his tongue to suckle. “You little…” a groan was what ended his little speech. His hands found the strap of one end of my dress and pulled it down my arm, exposing my breast and pink little nipple. “So perfect.” He moaned. Without warning, he reached down and latched unto the nipple. ***** Natasha found herself falling for a man who is her father's friend and business partner. She knew she ought to run and never look back, but there was something in the way he looked at her that made her want to fall into sin with him.
View MoreI stayed awake that night long after Natasha had finally fallen asleep. The apartment was silent, except for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional city siren drifting in from the streets below. But my mind refused to rest. Delphine. Her face kept flashing before my eyes, mocking me, daring me to let her slip away. She had taken everything from me, and for the first time in a long while, I felt vulnerable.I had tried to focus on Natasha earlier, reassuring myself that her safety was priority number one. But the anger, the frustration, and the humiliation Delphine had caused refused to be ignored. I had to find her. Tonight.I moved quietly from the living room to the small study I kept tucked at the back of the apartment. My fingers moved over the keyboard with practiced ease, scanning through security camera footage I had at my disposal, cross-referencing license plates, recent hotel check-ins, anything that could give me a lead. Hours passed, and nothing concrete ap
I parked the car in the garage of my apartment, the city lights outside casting faint shadows across Natasha’s face. She was quiet, leaning back against the seat, arms crossed in that stubborn, defiant way that had always made me want to shake her—and simultaneously protect her. I stole a glance at her, trying to read her expression, but she wasn’t giving anything away.My mind, however, was running a mile a minute. Delphine. That woman’s face burned itself into my vision, and every time I thought about her, I felt that same mixture of anger and humiliation. She had stolen from me, right under my nose, and escaped without so much as a glance back. I couldn’t let that happen. Not now, not ever.And yet… Natasha. That was my immediate priority. My father’s orders weren’t just words—they were threats wrapped in power and authority. One month. One month to secure her compliance, or risk losing everything: the alliance, the bank loan, the reputation of the company. I couldn’t afford to cha
Leo.I stormed out of my father’s office, the weight of his expectations pressing down on me like a vice. One month. That was all I had to secure Natasha, and failure was not an option. My mind raced with strategies, with ways to corner her without pushing her completely away. I had to find her—figure out where she was hiding, how she was avoiding me—and bring her back under control, subtly, without revealing how much I had been cornered by my father.I jumped into my car, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles whitened. I didn’t care about the traffic lights, the honking horns, or the pedestrians weaving past. My focus was singular: find Natasha Philips.My thoughts whirled as I drove. She had been defiant the last time I saw her—running away from her father, from me. And yet, that defiance only made me more determined. I couldn’t let her slip away now. One misstep, one delay, and the alliance—and everything my father had worked for—would collapse.The hotel addr
I sank into the leather chair, but the comfort did nothing to ease the knot tightening in my chest. Across the massive oak desk, my father’s eyes bored into me, sharp and merciless, and the silence in the office felt suffocating.“Leo,” he said finally, his voice low, deliberate, “you are a failure.”The word hit me like a punch to the gut. I flinched, my throat suddenly dry. I had expected a scolding, maybe even a warning—but failure? From him? The weight of it made my chest ache.“I… I’m doing my best, Father,” I said carefully, keeping my voice steady even as my hands curled into fists on my knees.His hand slammed down on the desk, rattling papers and pens. “Your best isn’t good enough! Do you realize we’re only a month away from the bank loan deadline? One month, Leo! And you—” He leaned forward, the sheer force of his presence almost unbearable—“—have yet to get Natasha Philips engaged! Do you understand what that means if you fail?”“I—Father, I’m trying—she just… she’s—” My wo
55NEXT CHAPTER. NATASHA. I tiptoed into the house, hoping against all odds that my father wouldn’t still be awake. I had no way to explain to him why I was dressed so badly. The universe heard my prayer as the whole house was silent. I rushed to my room and locked the door behind me. I flung aw
54.NEXT CHAPTER. NATASHA. I stared at the third text I just got from Dougal for the night. After scanning through and seeing no difference from the ones he sent before, I dropped the phone on the bed and continued with my task. He wanted us to meet at a hotel as usual, but it wouldn’t be possib
NATASHA. “Day five,” I said into my reflection in the mirror. It’s been five days since I left the site and returned to New York. But it had also been five days since Dougal Wilde refused to call me. After I returned home from the site, I couldn’t hold my emotions together again. I reached out to
DOUGAL. “It won’t happen again. I promise.” I heard Leo say as I walked into the living room. I lifted my eyes in the direction his voice came from and saw him standing at Natasha’s door, his back to me—unaware of my presence—and his hand hanging on the door. He knocked briefly but there was no re


















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