MasukZane's POV
I laughed out loud as I watched her leave, the echo of the doors clicking shut punctuating the silence of my office.
She was feisty and brave. I liked that.
Most women would have crumbled under that kind of pressure, but Aurora....she was different.
She was petite, cute, and sharp tongued. Her dark, long hair was packed in a neat bun that accentuated the delicate curve her neck and cheekbones. It gave her a refined, almost untouchable air, which, of course, only made me want to touch her more. The gown she wore today, clung to her curves and showed off her straight legs. The moment I laid eyes on her during the meeting, I knew she was going to be the end of me. Actually- I realized that the day she ditched me at the hotel.
No woman had ever done that, and also- no woman had ever denied me the way she just did. The memory still stung, a small, irritating itch beneath my skin.
(Flashback)
When I came back to the hotel bed to meet it empty, I had expected a note, or a phone number written somewhere on the bedside table. Hell, I didn't even expect her to be gone at all. Like other women, I expected her to still be naked, lying on the bed, begging for more.
Not only was I Zane Wilson, I was also extremely handsome and always impeccably dressed, women practically threw themselves at my feet.
But no- I met none of that. Instead, the room was empty, expect just the lingering scent of her perfume and the faint impression her body had left on the sheets.
My pride was hurt, more than I cared to admit, but I was also intrigued. There was something about her that set her apart, an air of Independence and self possession that I found incredibly alluring.
And then-her beauty and her body.
The combo was prefect.
I found her purse on the floor, discarded carelessly like an afterthought. I picked it up and rifled through its contents, searching for some clue on her Identity.
Suddenly, a passport fell out. I picked it up, a smirk tugging at my lips as I read the name.
Aurora Lupin.
So...that was her name. It was a name that was intriguing and mysterious as the woman herself.
I sat on the edge of the bed, still holding her passport in my hand. I'll find you Aurora, I will find you.
Just as fate would have it, weeks later she applied for a job at my company. When I got the news from the HR, I was more than pleased. After all the searching, she finally came to me herself. Wonderful.
(End of flashback)
At first, I just thought she'd be someone for the time, a thing to play around with until I got bored. A brief distraction to alleviate the monotony of my life. But now, something had shifted, I was hooked.
And I'm not going to stop until I get what I want.
Her.
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I practically did nothing much today in my office. My mind was completely occupied by the thoughts of Aurora. I couldn't stop thinking about her, about that night, about the way she felt in my arms. I glanced at my clock from time to time, the impatience gnawing at me.
Finally! Work's over. I picked up my jacket and left my office. I needed to see her, I don't know why, but I just needed to.
On my way to the elevator, I stumbled into a young girl, one of the interns. When her eyes met mine, she became nervous, her bottom lios quivered, but her eyes told me otherwise.
"I'm so sorry sir!" She yelled, bowing deeply. From the angle I was, I could see the swell of her breasts, straining against the thin fabric of her blouse. It was almost as if she purposely did this. A calculated maneuver that I'd seen a million times before.
"Next time, dress appropriately for work," I said with disdain, my voice cold and dismissive. I had no interest in her, or in any other woman for that matter.
I continued to the elevator.
Unfortunately, a man like me who always had women at his beck and call, hadn't laid with a woman for almost a month- ever since I touched Aurora, I couldn't help but want more.
Something about her was different compared to the rest, a raw, untamed energy that I found incredibly intoxicating. I felt myself getting hard upon that night, the way her skin had felt beneath my fingers, her breathless gasps shed tried so hard to stifle.
She looked hurt that day...but in my arms, she was different.
I really want to know more about you, Aurora. In so many ways possible.
When the elevator door opened and I stepped out, the first person my eyes landed on was Aurora. The sight of her sent a jolt of pure, possessive desire through me. And when her eyes landed on me, they widened for a split second, betraying her surprise, and then she frowned, quickly masking her reaction.
I smirked as I began to walk towards, my gaze never leaving hers. This hallway was empty it's always the first to be empty when works over. She was fetching water from the dispenser, she hadn't even realized that her cup was overflowing because her eyes were still fixed on me.
The moment I was only just a step away from her, I grabbed her arm firmly, but not painfully, and began to drag her along with me, ignoring her protests. I took her to a corner and pushed her inside of an empty office, slamming the door shut behind us.
She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and looked absolutely pissed. Weirdly- her anger face seemed only to make her more attractive. The fire in her yes was like a challenge, a dare to see how far I was willing to go.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, stomping her foot on the floor.
So cute.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" She yelled again.
"Following my head," I said, taking a step closer to her, invading her personal space. I wanted her to feel the heat radiating from me, the intensity of my desire.
She turned me into a maniac, and she will pay for it.
"What?" She blinked at me.
"Aurora," I said, finally closing the gap between us until we were almost touching. "I want you." The words were out before I could stop them, raw and unfiltered. And then I moved to cup her face, but she avoided my grasp with a surprising speed, turning her head away.
I could tell she wasn't going to let me have my way easily, and this turned me on even more.
Crowning ClarityAURORAThe city lights glimmered beneath me, endless, intricate, alive. From this height, it seemed as if everything I had fought for—every challenge, every storm, every whisper from the past—had converged into a single, unbroken line. A path of survival, mastery, and clarity.I stood at the balcony of my new office, the skyline reflecting in my eyes. The air was cool, carrying the faint scent of rain and asphalt, familiar yet invigorating. For the first time in years, I allowed myself a moment to breathe fully, to feel the weight of accomplishment settle without the undercurrent of fear or longing.
The Crucible of LegacyAURORAThe boardroom was silent, the kind of silence that feels heavy, almost tangible. The city outside pulsed with life, indifferent to the tension within these walls. I stood at the head of the table, surrounded by colleagues, mentees, and stakeholders who had gathered to decide the fate of our latest international project.This was the culmination of years of work, every late night, every strategic decision, every lesson painfully learned converging into a single moment. And now, it would be tested.The challenge came not as a shout or a demand, but as a calculated series of attacks. Legal loopholes, financial







