LOGIN.. RILEY…What?? What on Earth?I blinked, absorbing that, my brain struggling to reconcile the logic with the woman I knew. “So even with all that, she’s still rude to you, still cheating, still playing queen of the house like she’s untouchable?” I scoffed softly. “Maybe she knows you’ll never actually do it. Maybe she’s betting on your guilt.”Maybe she thinks he's weak. Why the hell is he holding back? Is there more to this?He didn’t respond, just stood there, breathing hard, staring at those pictures again like they might come alive and confess.“What do we do about this?" I sighed, closing my eyes.No answer.I turned to Soren, watching him as he dragged a hand through his hair, pacing behind his desk like a man barely holding his temper in check.I leaned against the desk, arms crossed, trying not to unravel. “Oh, I love this. Nothing says peaceful morning like a sex scandal and a surprise envelope. What’s next, a murder confession in the printer tray?”He shot me a look. “Ri
RILEY…There was something awfully wrong with the envelope. It could be anything — but why was it addressed that way to him? “The Perfect Soren Knight.”What the hell is that supposed to mean?Soren took the envelope like it weighed a ton, fingers twitching slightly. I watched the way his jaw clenched and that muscle in his neck worked like he was trying to swallow down something sharp.Then he opened it.And just like that… all the color drained from his face.My heart lurched. “What’s that?”He didn’t answer right away. His hand froze midair, eyes darting across the photos like his brain couldn’t process what he was seeing. The silence stretched, heavy, suffocating, and I couldn't take it anymore.“Soren?” My voice came out smaller than I meant it to. “What’s wrong?”When he finally looked up, his eyes were dark—haunted even. His voice came out rough, breaking slightly. “Riley…”“What?”Before he could even answer, I reached out and snatched the envelope from his hands. My heart was
…RILEY..I tried to form the words, to give voice to the panic rising in my throat. “Soren, wait, what if—”He didn’t let me finish. He didn’t want to hear it. His hands were on my shoulders, pushing me down, a command as undeniable as gravity. I slid off the desk and my knees hit the plush office carpet with a soft thud.I looked up at him, at the dark promise in his eyes. He was unbuckling his belt, the rasp of the leather loud in the quiet room. The zipper hissed down, and he freed himself. His cock sprang out, thick and heavily veined, already glistening at the tip. It pulsed with the beat of his heart, a primal, demanding sight.He fisted himself, his grip tight, and tapped the flushed head against my cheek. The warmth of him, the musky, familiar scent of his skin, made my mouth water.“Open up,” he ordered, his voice gravelly and low.I parted my lips, and he didn’t wait. He thrust forward, past my lips, deep into my throat without preamble or mercy. My eyes watered instantly,
…RILEY…The pull was magnetic, irresistible. Every thought I had , dissolved into a single, primal need. I leaned forward, bracing my hands on the desk on either side of my hips. My voice dropped to a whisper,“Hungry—eat me instead.”I saw the shock register in his eyes for a split second before it was consumed by pure, unadulterated hunger. He didn’t hesitate as he surged forward, his chair rolling silently across the plush carpet. His large, warm hands gripped my thighs, pulling me to the very edge of the desk. He buried his face between my legs, his nose nudging against the soft worn cotton of my cargo pants right over my core.A sharp, desperate gasp escaped me. Fuck.My head fell back as his fingers expertly worked the button and zipper, yanking the pants down my thighs just enough. The cool office air hit my wetness, and I shuddered. He didn’t bother with my panties; he just pushed the fabric aside, and his tongue was on me.He was hesitant at first, a slow, torturous lick th
…RILEY…I really don’t even know how long I’d been standing there, just stirring and staring at the damn pot like it held the answers to all my problems. The stew bubbled too long, thick smoke curling up before I even noticed. Perfect. Just perfect. Burnt breakfast, burnt life—seems on brand. What next??“Riley! Are you trying to smoke us out?” Khloe’s voice snapped me out of it. She rushed in, grabbed the spoon from my hand, and twisted off the stove like she was rescuing the house from arson. “Seriously, you were miles away. What’s going on in that head of yours?”I blinked, pretending like I hadn’t just roasted my own thoughts to charcoal. “Oh, you know, just trying to add a little drama to breakfast. Maybe we can serve it with an apology note.”Khloe shot me a look. “Not funny. You almost set the kitchen on fire.”“Relax. If the house burns down, at least I won’t have to come to work tomorrow,” I muttered, smirking to cover the mess inside me.She sighed, fanning the air. “You’ve
RILEY..For a long, painful second, no one moved.Not me. Not Soren. And certainly not the world.My mom just stood there at the mouth of the alley, her hospital gown hidden beneath a long cardigan, her face pale and unreadable in the dim light. The shock was instant and cold — she shouldn’t have been out. She was supposed to still be at the hospital. My throat went dry, and my heart stuttered.How long has she been standing there?“Mom…” I finally whispered, my voice barely scraping through my throat. “What—what are you doing here?”She didn’t answer. She just kept staring, her eyes flicking between me and Soren, taking in everything — perhaps?I could feel Soren tense beside me, his breathing unsteady, like he was bracing for impact. My stomach twisted, a sick feeling of shame clawing at my chest.“Mom,” I tried again, stepping forward, my voice trembling. “You’re—what are you doing here? You were supposed to still be in the hospital.”She didn’t respond, just staring me at me expr







