Giselle While we ride the elevator down, I glance discreetly at Nathan, who’s frowning at his assistant. I lower my head to hide a smile and wait patiently for us to reach the parking garage.Ever since I agreed to go to the theater with the blonde this morning, my husband has been sulking every time we run into each other, latching onto any excuse to keep me from going out with his assistant. But I’ve ignored him. And now here I am, next to a cheerful Scarlett who keeps talking about how beautiful it is to experience the ballet—especially something so iconic during the holiday season. On the other hand, there’s Nathan, brooding as usual, and Kalet, somewhere between gloomy and hopeful after the small kiss he got a couple of hours ago.As soon as the elevator doors slide open, Scarlett grabs my hand—right as Nathan is about to say goodbye. He’s left mid-sentence, lips parted like a startled duckling—except that the blue-eyed man glaring daggers at the blonde looks more like a raging
“W-what are you doing?” she questions me as I slowly kneel at her feet, and in the process, my hand slides along her sides until it reaches her thighs.“Something that will make you lose your mind.” Say that, I force her to lean back against the dresser before lifting one of her legs and placing it on my shoulder.“W-what are you doing, Nathan?” she whimpers. “You promised me you wouldn't try to seduce me.” she accuses me with bated breath, but without moving away from me.“I know I promised, and until a moment ago. I kept my word, but my resistance has a limit, and I can't hold back anymore, darling. Seeing you this sexy, wearing my shirt, makes me desire you once more, and I know you feel the same way.” I assert, trailing kisses from her calf almost to the inside of her thigh. “You desire me as much as I desire you, besides, have you noticed? For having taken a shower, you're soaked.”“Shut up, don't say that!! I-I'm not wet.” she murmurs, embarrassed, trying to lower her leg.“Why
It’s like watching a scene in slow motion—my friend approaches us and, without a word, opens his laptop. He begins playing a series of videos. In them, we see Iris entering the building, riding the elevator to my floor, and sneaking into one of the meeting rooms. She hides there, eavesdropping on what seems to be a private conversation between Giselle and Scarlett. That must’ve been when she found out Giselle was postponing the reveal of the new perfume formula—planning to step out for a while.Rubbing my eyes, I curse myself for ever suspecting Giselle. Shaking my head, I keep watching the footage, which clearly shows who the real traitor is.“Mr. Dubois, I’m sorry,” one of Iris’s lawyers finally says when the video ends, “but all this shows is that our client went up to your floor. There’s nothing here proving she sold that formula to a competitor. If you continue making baseless accusations, we’ll be forced to take legal action for defamation.”“They’re right, Nathan. My aunt—”“Sh
“Enough, Nathan!” she asks me, pretending to hold my hands. “You won't convince me this way,” she affirms after a few seconds, moving her face in an attempt to reject my kisses, however, when my hand goes up to her breasts and lightly squeezes one of them, a subtle moan escapes her mouth, completely disproving her denial.“I know that even if you ask me to stop, you actually want me to continue.” I reply, ignoring her request and tearing her dress, causing the elegant buttons that adorned it to roll in all directions and exposing the sensual lingerie covering her body. “I'll let you go if you ask me without moaning,” I promise her before burying my face in her large breasts and delicately biting her nipples over the fine lace of her bra, something she loves me to do and cannot resist.“Y-you're playing dirty,” she accuses me, resisting my touch.“I'll play as dirty as I can, I'm even capable of locking us up for days and making love to you without rest, all so you won't leave, Darling
As soon as I reach the house, I rush inside and run straight into my nanny, who's standing in the hallway with her arms crossed and a stern expression, ready to scold me.“What’s going on, Nathan? Why—?”“Not now, Nana. We’ll talk later,” I cut her off, bolting up the stairs two steps at a time until I reach my room. I burst in. "Giselle?" I call out, trying to keep my voice calm despite the storm inside me. "Are you here, sweetheart?"I close the door behind me, and though a selfish part of me had pictured her lying on the bed crying, nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me—she’s standing in the closet with a suitcase at her side, packing a few clothes into a carry-on."W-what are you doing?" I ask, swallowing the knot in my throat.Without looking at me, she continues folding clothes. She walks past me, silent, heading to the vanity where she grabs a few more things and tosses them into her bag.“Where are you going?” I press, unable to handle the silence.“Isn’t it o
Nathan Days laterAs usual, I arrive at my floor, and oddly enough, my assistant isn’t at her desk. But when I see a massive arrangement of roses and lilies sitting there, I throw a quick glance at Kalet. He, on the other hand, looks hopeful—clearly proud of the beautiful gesture he left for her.“You know where all those flowers have ended up these past few days, right?” I ask, not trying to make him feel bad.“I know. The trash. But I’m not giving up. At least she doesn’t look at me with hatred anymore.”“You mean not as much hatred,” I correct him.“Whatever. She’s not giving me the evil eye anymore, and that’s progress. Now that she knows the whole truth, I just hope, with a little patience, she can forgive me.”“So that’s why you were paying so much attention to that lecture on ‘how to win over Giselle,’” I remark as I head into my office, grabbing the stack of documents waiting for me and checking the long list of meetings I have lined up.“She gave me some ideas I’m definitely