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Last Updated : 2025-09-19
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Jamie Reyes doesn’t do one-night stands. But after a soul-crushing breakup and too many glasses of whiskey, he lets himself fall—just once—for a stranger’s hands, lips, and whispered promises in the dark. No names. No strings. No future. Until Monday morning, when his anonymous hookup steps into the conference room… as Julian Black, his new department supervisor. Julian is everything Jamie shouldn’t want—older, emotionally locked down, and strictly off-limits. Yet the tension simmers, sharp as ever, and pretending it didn’t happen is impossible when every brush of fingers feels like a memory. They’re supposed to be professionals. They’re not supposed to want more. And if they’re caught, everything Jamie’s worked for could fall apart. But what happens when the lines blur, and a one-night mistake becomes the one thing neither of them can walk away from? A steamy, slow-burn MM office romance filled with forbidden tension, secret glances, and the kind of chemistry that doesn’t stay buried.
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Last Friday
Chapter One — Last Friday
Jamie He was never the type to hook up with strangers. At least, that’s what he used to tell himself. But last Friday… the bar was too warm, the lights were too low, and the man—that man—looked at him like he wanted to ruin him slowly and then apologize for it with his mouth. No names. No numbers. Just eye contact across the bar, too many drinks, and the kind of electric chemistry that short-circuited every rational part of Jamie’s brain. They kissed in the back of a cab. Touched like they were already naked. And by the time they reached the hotel, Jamie had forgotten how to breathe without the other man’s hands on his skin. “Tell me to stop,” the man had whispered, voice low and firm as he pressed Jamie against the wall of the hallway. Jamie didn’t. He should have. But instead, he let himself be undressed like a secret and held like something someone might miss in the morning. And he had. Because when Jamie woke up the next morning—barely covered by the hotel sheets, mouth dry, thighs aching—the man was gone. No name. No note. Just a lingering scent on the pillow and a faint ache between his legs that screamed mistake. Except it hadn’t felt like one at the time. Jamie shook the memory off as he adjusted his shirt collar and stepped into the conference room. His first day at the new job—clean start, stable paycheck, full benefits. He’d promised himself he’d leave the chaos behind. No more messy entanglements. No more mistakes. He took a seat near the back, forcing himself to breathe evenly. Around him, people chatted and shuffled papers. A few glanced his way and offered polite smiles. Jamie returned one, even as his stomach twisted. He barely heard the voices around him until someone cleared their throat and the chatter died. “Good morning, everyone,” came a voice from the front of the room. Deep. Calm. Unapologetically in control. Jamie looked up. And forgot how to blink. Standing at the front of the room in a charcoal-grey suit, sleeves rolled just enough to show a scar near his wrist, was the man from Friday night. Same sharp jawline. Same intense eyes. Same crooked smirk that curled at the corner like it held secrets Jamie had already tasted. The stranger—his hookup—turned toward the whiteboard and wrote: JULIAN BLACK Creative Director Jamie’s blood turned to ice. He coughed on his coffee, nearly dropping the paper cup in his lap. “Is everything okay?” someone beside him whispered. He nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just—hot coffee. I'm fine.” He was not fine. Not even remotely fine. Julian went on, presenting new department goals, onboarding procedures, creative briefs. His voice was even and composed, every word clean and measured. He didn’t look at Jamie again. Not directly. But Jamie felt it. That pull. That awareness. Like Julian was perfectly aware of every inch of skin he’d touched, every sound Jamie had made. And he was choosing not to react. Choosing to pretend it hadn’t happened. Jamie clenched his fists in his lap. He tried to tell himself this was fixable. Adults made mistakes. They moved past them. Except Julian Black wasn’t just a man from the past. He was the man standing between Jamie and his professional future. After the meeting ended, chairs scraped back and people began filing out. Jamie kept his head down, trying to blend into the walls. His brain was still on fire, and his heart was thundering loud enough to give him away. But then a voice—that voice—spoke from behind him. “Jamie Reyes, right?” He turned slowly. Julian was closer than expected. Polite smile in place. Completely unreadable. Jamie’s voice cracked. “Uh. Yes. That’s me.” Julian nodded like he’d never met him before. Like they hadn’t— No. He was definitely pretending. “Welcome to the team,” Julian said. “I’ll be overseeing your department, so if you ever need anything…” His gaze flicked down—just for a split second—then back up. “My door’s always open.” Jamie swallowed. “Thanks.” Julian started to turn, then paused. “And Jamie?” Jamie looked up. “That shirt looks better buttoned all the way up.” Then he walked away. .Latest chapter
Inappropriate Conduct Jamie
Chapter 37: At the TablePOV: JamieThe smell of garlic and adobo filled his mother’s kitchen, familiar and grounding. Jamie had been craving home all week, craving something solid to stand on when the rest of his life felt like quicksand.But as he set the table with his little sister, Mari, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d walked into an ambush.Because Levi was here.Levi, in his pressed shirt and lawyer’s scowl, leaning against the counter like he was cross-examining the roast chicken.And he hadn’t said more than three words to Jamie since he walked in.“Sit, sit,” their mom urged, fussing over the serving bowls. “Eat before it gets cold.”Jamie slid into his chair, Mari plopping down beside him, already reaching for the rice.Levi took the seat across, dark eyes fixed on his plate.The scrape of utensils and the low hum of the radio filled the silence.Jamie shoveled food onto his plate, pretending not to notice Levi’s silence, his mom’s worried glances, Mari’s smirk.“So
Last Updated : 2025-09-19Inappropriate Conduct Julian
Chapter 36: Ghosts of Scandal POV: Julian Julian didn’t go home that night. He sat in his office long after the cleaners had left, long after the building emptied, staring at the city lights through glass that suddenly felt too thin. Jamie’s campaign had been brilliant. Everyone was talking about it. Proud whispers. Admiration. Respect. And Julian hadn’t been there to see it. Not because he didn’t want to. But because he couldn’t risk tainting it. Couldn’t let anyone think Jamie’s success was his hand guiding the wheel. He told himself it was the right choice. Professional. Necessary. So why did it feel like punishment? He poured himself a drink from the decanter he kept for late nights. The whiskey burned down his throat, but the ghosts it conjured burned hotter. Because this wasn’t the first time he’d sat alone like this, staring at a skyline and wondering if everything he’d built was about to collapse. The last time had been years ago. A different city. A different com
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Chapter 35: On His Own POV: Jamie Jamie had spent the morning pretending not to notice the stares. The whispers were still there—sliding around him like smoke—but today, there was something sharper waiting for him at his desk. A manila folder with his name on it. He froze. Avery leaned over the partition. “That’s either your termination papers or your big break.” Jamie shot her a look. She just grinned. He opened the folder. Inside: a campaign brief. His campaign brief. Franklin Foods wanted a new line of ads aimed at college students—cheap meals, quick fixes, late-night comfort. It was exactly the demographic Jamie had lived through only a few years ago. And now the assignment was his. Not Julian’s. Not a hand-me-down. His. Jamie’s pulse spiked as he skimmed the notes. Timeline: two weeks. Deliverables: concept deck, taglines, mockups. Evaluation: board review. His mouth went dry. Avery whistled. “Well, damn. They’re throwing you into the fire.” Jamie shut the folder
Last Updated : 2025-09-17Inappropriate Conduct Julian
Chapter 34: Sabotage POV: Julian Julian Black wasn’t used to losing. He wasn’t used to waiting either. Promotions came to him like clockwork—earned through late nights, impossible pitches, and a reputation so polished people mistook it for perfection. But this week, the silence had stretched too long. The board had promised an announcement about the open Senior Creative Partner seat. Julian had been the obvious choice. Everyone knew it. So when the email finally came, his chest tightened—not with nerves, but certainty. Until he opened it. The board has decided to delay the promotion decision pending review of recent internal concerns. Pending review. The words hit like a fist to the gut. Julian sat frozen at his desk, the glow of the screen painting him in blue. His pulse pounded in his ears. This wasn’t about performance. His numbers were untouchable. His campaigns had carried half their revenue this quarter. No. This was about Jamie. His jaw clenched so hard it ached.
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Chapter 33: Almost Goodbye POV: Jamie The office was empty by the time Jamie shut down his computer. Darkness pressed against the windows, the city glittering beyond like it was mocking him—bright, untouchable, alive. He rubbed his eyes, exhaustion dragging at every muscle, but he couldn’t make himself leave. Because leaving meant silence. And silence meant facing everything alone. He found himself walking to Julian’s office without even deciding to. His feet just…took him there. The door was cracked open, a faint glow spilling out. Julian sat at his desk, jacket off, sleeves rolled, tie discarded on the armrest. He looked tired, shadows carved deep under his eyes, but when he saw Jamie, something in his face softened. “You should be home,” Julian said quietly. Jamie leaned against the doorway. “So should you.” They stared at each other for a long moment, neither moving. Finally, Jamie stepped inside and shut the door. Silence filled the space between them. Heavy. Charged
Last Updated : 2025-09-16Inappropriate Conduct Julian
Chapter 32: Appearances POV: Julian Julian Black had never been told to “tone it down” in his entire career. He’d been told he was too aggressive, too ambitious, too relentless—but those were compliments disguised as criticism. He wore them like armor, because they meant he was winning. But now? Now the same board that had once begged him to save their sinking campaigns was telling him to control appearances. Like his love for Jamie was a stain that needed bleaching out. The message came in a “casual” sit-down with two senior partners and HR. They didn’t meet in the boardroom this time. Too formal, too visible. Instead, they booked a small corner office, blinds half-shut, voices pitched low as if his life were a secret to be managed. “Julian,” one of the partners began carefully, “you’ve been invaluable to this company. No one doubts your talent, your leadership, or your record. But—” “There’s always a but,” Julian said flatly. The man winced. “Optics are critical right now
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