LOGINOCEANS.Reeves crossed the office and placed a black folder on my desk. “The Heights residence.”I opened it.Several printed images slid into view. A house behind a tall gate, night footage, Jace’s car entering, and Fred arriving nineteen minutes later through the side entrance.“It’s owned by Caldwyn Holdings,” Reeves said. “No direct listing under Fred Harry or Jace Kellerman. But the managing agent has handled seven leases for Harry Property Group in the last twenty-six months.”“So Fred owns it without owning it.”“That would be the practical reading.”I flipped to the next page, which contained bank records and marked transfers.“Jace has been receiving payments from a consulting firm tied to that same network,” Reeves continued. “The payments are labeled as 'Strategic Advisory Retainers.' Three in total. One shortly after he and Miss Harry publicly resumed wedding preparations. The week after she left Fred's house. On the day after her hospital discharge.”My grip tightened on
OCEANS.The moment she called the name, Nessa, every living cell in my body came alive.For a second, my mind drifted to a certain blonde-haired, dimpled, sweet-smelling woman from Minnesota, whose ghost still hunts me till today.Vanessa.I could swear I still see her sometimes, in random places that don't make sense.Once, about three years after she died, I thought I saw her in a grocery store.Of all places.One would think that if her ghost were ever to haunt me, it would be in some rain-dark street where such scenarios could be a bit more dramatic.But, a fucking grocery store?I had gone in because Harold had dragged me out of the office after forty-eight hours of work and told me I needed to eat something that had not been poured into a glass.I remembered standing near the checkout aisle, irritated by the music playing overhead, and even by the old woman counting coupons in front of me.Then I saw her.She was standing three aisles away, near the section with bottled water an
KISAREL.I kissed him back.I wanted to take this moment into memory as much as I could.Not because I loved my boss. No. But because... Because I just had to. Or because something in me knew that this—this man unraveling in my arms—was a version of him I might never see again."I'll never do anything to hurt you, ever again. I promise." He said against my lips.I nodded.We were quiet for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine, just breathing each other in. Then he spoke."Tell me," He paused, "Did Jace touch you today?"I wanted to pull away and look him in the eyes while I answered that strange question, but his hand came to the back of my neck, keeping me right where he wanted me."Oceans...""Just answer me, Kiss." He whispered."No. He didn't."He heaved a sigh. His whole body seemed to release a muscle in his jaw that had been locked tight."Did he touch you yesterday?""Oceans? What the hell...""Please, baby. Answer me." His fingers tightened a little at the back of my n
KISAREL.We lay on the floor with his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back into him like he expected me to vanish if he loosened his grip for even a second.I attempted to sit up, but he tightened his grip."Stay.""I can't. I need to go home." I replied."This is your home." He said with his eyes still closed. His voice was soft and almost sleepy, like he had been holding onto me for so long that letting go had become physically impossible.My chest gave a small, painful pull.“Oceans…”“Mhm?”"Jace will...""Enough of Jace." His voice was low, but the firmness in it made me flinch a little. "Can we just have a moment without talking about him?" He opened his eyes and looked at me. “One moment where I’m not hearing his name in your mouth while you’re still dripping with my cum?”I looked away first.He let out a slow breath and pressed his forehead against my shoulder.“I just want you here with me,” he said, his voice was calm and smooth again. “Just me and you. I know that
OCEANS."Tight." The word came out strained. "So fucking tight."I withdrew almost all the way and slammed back in.She gasped.I started to move.It wasn't gentle or slow.Days, almost weeks of distance came out in every thrust, so deep and utterly punishing.The couch shifted under us. My hand stayed in her hair, holding her head in place while I fucked her. The angle was deep that I could feel every inch of her around me with every stroke.My other hand reached around her front and found her clit. I worked it in tight circles timed with my thrusts. The dual sensation had her sobbing, her fingers clawing at the cushions, her body beginning to convulse around me.My hand moved to her hip, pulling her back to meet me while I drove forward, the wet slap of it filling the room alongside the sounds she was making — sounds she was trying to muffle in the cushion and failing completely."Don't." I pulled her head back by her hair. "Let me hear you."I fucked her through two orgasms that wa
OCEANS.She shuddered and nodded, so trusting and innocent.My gaze didn't leave hers as I cupped one of her breasts again, kneading slowly and watching her face as I did it.Her nipple tightened beneath my palm, and she made a small sound that went straight to my cock.My finger slid over her slit again so slowly that it was pure torture, even for me. The slick heat of her coated my fingertip, and I wanted to bury myself inside her. But not yet.I clenched my jaw so tight I felt it in my temples. I needed to keep eye contact. I needed to see how well she took this. How well she took me.She tried to close her eyes. Her thighs trembled so hard I could feel the vibration through the couch."Eyes on me, Kiss," I ordered, and she peeled her wet eyes open, keeping them on me."Oceans—""Shh." I lowered my mouth to her other breast, taking her nipple between my lips. She cried out, her back arching clean off the couch. I sucked hard, rolling my tongue over the tight peak, and pushed a fing
OCEANS.I was running late today. Not because I had anything pressing to take care of at home. But because I had stood in front of my closet for twenty minutes trying to convince myself that going to the office was something I still did.That was new. That was fucking pathetic.I had built four com
KISAREL.The silence stretched so long it felt like punishment. He didn’t blink. He wasn't even looking at me anymore. He kept looking over my head like looking at me up close would kill him.I know this was reckless. I mean... The last time I did something this reckless was when I took a bullet fo
KISAREL.The cab stopped at the far end of the airport, where regular passengers weren’t even allowed. Through the tinted glass, I saw the silver body of Mr. Stark’s jet gleaming under the floodlights, his initials, O.S., painted near the tail.I wiped my face, grabbed the small luggage I’d thrown t
KISAREL.I still heard his cold voice in my head as I stepped out of the taxi."Get your ass back here in two hours, if you want to keep your new position."Mr. Oceans Stark’s words had a way of following me even in my sleep, like they were branded into my skin. Cold, merciless, and ruthless... Get







