Se connecterENID'S POV LATER THAT EVENINGThe room was dark when I woke, the deep, velvety black of a city night. A warm, solid weight was draped across my chest. Alex. He’d wrapped himself around me in sleep, his head a comforting pressure over my heart. I let out a slow, silent sigh, my body utterly still. In the faint silver light from a crack in the curtains, I could just make out the peaceful lines of his face—the sweep of his lashes against his cheek, the soft part of his lips. He looked younger like this, unguarded. Vulnerable.I needed to move. My arm was pinned, tingling with numbness. Carefully, I tried to slide my hand from where it rested on the small of his back, to roll away just enough to relieve the pressure.He stirred immediately.A soft, disoriented sound escaped him as he shifted. He squinted up at me, his eyes struggling to focus in the dark. “Enid?” His voice was thick with sleep, a rough, intimate whisper that sent a strange warmth through my chest.I nodded, my hand comi
ENID'S POVI hauled him up by the shoulders like he weighed nothing, his body crashing into mine. His lips were swollen, slick with spit and pre-cum, eyes glassy and wild. I didn’t give him time to breathe—I crushed my mouth to his, tasting myself on his tongue, bitter and filthy and so fucking perfect. He moaned into the kiss, loud and broken, the sound vibrating straight down my spine.“Fuck, you taste like me,” I growled against his lips, biting down on his bottom one hard enough to make him whimper. “You love that, don’t you? Sucking your soon-to-be husband like a desperate little slut.”He shuddered, his hands clawing at my shirt, trying to rip it open. “Enid—please—”“Look at you,” I rasped, wrapping my hand around him roughly. He bucked into my grip with a choked cry. “So fucking hard just from choking on my dick. Pathetic. Beautiful.”I stroked him once, twice—slow, punishing—then let go. He whined, hips chasing my hand.“No—no, please, touch me—”“Beg prettier,” I ordered, c
ENID'S POV Within a heartbeat, his hands were at my belt. They fumbled for a second, a brief, human moment of haste, before the practiced motion took over. He undid the clasp and the buckle with a swift, confident pull, the leather sliding free with a soft hiss. He was a pro at this, his movements efficient and sure even in the dim light. He pushed my trousers and boxers down just enough, and my cock sprang free, already hard and aching. The cool air of the room kissed my skin for a fleeting second before his mouth replaced it. Fuck. His mouth was warm, impossibly so, a wet, velvet heat that enveloped me completely. A low groan tore from my throat, raw and unbidden. He took me in deep, his head bobbing slowly at first, a torturous, perfect rhythm. I could feel the flat of his tongue pressing against the sensitive underside, the gentle suction that made my hips twitch forward of their own accord. My hands, which had been clenched at my sides, flew to his hair. My fingers tangled i
ENID'S POVThe fear flashing in his eyes was everything I’d been craving for months. His lips parted, trembling, as he struggled to find words that refused to come. I let the silence stretch just long enough to make him squirm, savoring every second of it.I had planned this moment down to the last detail, and now I was going to drag it out until he gave me exactly what I wanted.“W… what do you mean by taking my shares in Kane Global?” His voice cracked, lips still shivering.I gave him a slow, knowing smile, leaning back against the edge of the desk with deliberate calm. “Yes, Alex. I’m going to do exactly that.”The pain that flooded his expression was almost beautiful. He stood up abruptly, chair scraping behind him, hands shaking at his sides. “That’s not possible. You can’t just… just do that. I’m… the law doesn’t…”“This is the UK,” I cut in smoothly, voice firm and unhurried. “And I’m sure you know exactly how the law works here—especially when it comes to a marriage of conven
ALEXANDER'S POV My heart beats really fast, begging to burst out of my ribcage. I stood frozen before the door marked 55, the key card in my palm already slick and cold with sweat.The receptionist had handed it to me without a word, a knowing, professional smile barely touching her lips. He’d arranged it all. This hotel was different from the last, but the opulence was the same—plush carpets, hushed hallways, a scent of clean linen and money. It was the closest to the city center, confirming he’d traveled, just as Cynthia said. But standing here now, I didn’t know if he was waiting behind the door or still somewhere in the world, pulling my strings from a distance.I swallowed hard, the sound loud in the quiet. "Summon courage, and Just open it." I swiped the card. A soft green light, a hushed click. I pushed the handle and stepped inside.The suite was spacious, immaculate, and eerily quiet. Sunlight streamed through windows, illuminating tasteful, modern furniture. My eyes scann
ALEXANDER'S POV The next morning, I was already awake. But instead of the usual morning haze, my mind was a sharp, buzzing hive of activity. I'd been up for hours, buried in research. The plan—my plan—to start my own company needed a foundation, and I was determined to build it. I’d read through pages of market analyses, financial projections, and legal frameworks until my eyes ached. The soft, relentless tapping of my keyboard and the rustle of printed articles were the only sounds in the pre-dawn quiet, a private symphony of ambition.I was stretching, rolling the stiffness from my shoulders and cracking the tension in my neck, when the door to my room opened without a knock.Raymond stood there, silhouetted in the doorway. My heart gave a single, hard thud. I snapped the laptop shut and sat up straight, the movement too quick. “Hey. Good morning.”He sighed, leaning against the doorframe as he yawned, his white t-shirt stretching over the familiar, muscular planes of his chest.







