LOGINAurora’s POV
The door clicked shut behind Prescott, and the silence that followed felt heavier than anything I had experienced all day. I stood in the middle of the unfamiliar bedroom, still wearing the blush bridesmaid dress, and took a slow look around the room was beautiful there was no denying it. A large bed with crisp white linens sat against the wall, a soft grey armchair rested near the window, and the furniture was modern and expensive without being cold. A private bathroom was attached, and the closet was bigger than my entire bedroom back home. I hated how easily someone could get used to this kind of comfort. I changed into an old T-shirt and shorts from my suitcase, carefully hanging the dress in the closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle. couldn’t resist laying on the soft bed and slept off. I woke up to soft sunlight filtering through the wide curtains and the quiet hum of a house far too big for two people. For a moment I just lay there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, before forcing myself out of bed after a quick soothing shower, I changed into simple clothes and stepped into the hallway. That was when I saw the boxes. Several large black boxes were stacked neatly outside my door, each one stamped with the logo of an expensive store I stared at them for a few seconds before kneeling down and lifting the lid of the top one. Clothes. Blouses, tailored trousers, dresses, skirts, jackets, nighties and even shoes all carefully folded and clearly brand new. Everything looked professional and elegant. I was still going through the second box when I heard footsteps approaching. Prescott came down the hall holding a cup of coffee, he looked already dressed for the day, casual but put together. “They came this morning,” he said, stopping a few feet away. “Dad arranged it before he left for the honeymoon. He said you’ll need proper clothes for the office starting tomorrow and asked me to make sure they arrived.” I looked up at him. “There’s a lot here.” “He told me to tell you it’s part of the job requirement. Client-facing staff are expected to look presentable. There’s a note from him in one of the boxes.” I found the small card tucked between a folded navy blouse. “Aurora, These are for work. Every assistant in the building maintains a professional standard. This is not a personal gift just what the role requires. _Dominic” I read it twice before setting it aside. Prescott took a sip of his coffee. “You start tomorrow at nine. I’ll introduce you to the team and show you how things run Dress code is formal.” I nodded slowly, still looking at the open boxes. “Alright.” He lingered for a moment as if he might say something else, then simply turned and headed downstairs. After he left, I carried the boxes inside and began unpacking. The clothes were beautiful soft fabrics, perfect tailoring, neutral colors that would be easy to mix and match. I spent nearly an hour hanging everything in the large closet, still not fully sure how to feel about it. Around noon, I sat on the edge of the bed and called Zoe. She answered almost immediately. “Aurora! Finally. How is it? Are you really living at the Zane mansion?” “Yes,” I said. “It’s quiet. Elena and Dominic left yesterday for their honeymoon.” “So it’s just you and Prescott?” Her voice rose with excitement. “I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that you’re living with him. What’s it like?” “Strange,” I admitted. “We’re staying out of each other’s way for the most part.” “I’d be dying of nerves,” she said with a little laugh. “And you’re really going to work as his assistant?” “I start tomorrow.” I glanced at the open closet filled with new clothes. “They even sent me a full wardrobe for the office. Dominic arranged it.” “That’s actually really nice of him,” Zoe replied. “At least you don’t have to stress about what to wear.” There was a short pause before her tone softened. “Hey… I’m still so sorry I missed the wedding. My dad needed me out of town and I couldn’t change the plans. I feel bad that I wasn’t there with you.” “It’s okay,” I told her. ”I wanted to support you.” She hesitated. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” “A little,” I said honestly. “It’s a new environment.” “You’ll be fine,” Zoe said firmly. “Just text me after your first day, okay? I want to hear everything.” “I will.” After we hung up, I sat quietly for a while, looking around the room. The new clothes hung neatly in the closet. My small suitcase from home still sat in the corner, looking out of place. Later in the afternoon, I chose a simple black pair of trousers and a cream blouse for my first day and set them aside. The rest of the day passed slowly. I explored a bit of the mansion, kept to myself, and ate a quiet dinner. That night, as I lay in bed, I stared at the ceiling and tried to prepare myself for the morning. Tomorrow I would walk into Zane Enterprises as Prescott’s assistant. Whatever waited for me there, I would face it one step at a time.Prescott’s POV I left Aurora with Lena and stepped into my office, shutting the glass door behind me. The morning had already been long, and it wasn’t even ten yet I dropped into my chair, loosened my tie slightly, and pulled out my phone. Marcus’s name flashed on the screen almost immediately I answered.“Tell me something useful,” I said, leaning back.Marcus chuckled. “You’re in a mood. How’s life with the new stepsister treating you?”I glanced at the closed door. “She’s stubborn, quiet, and acts like she’s allergic to me. Other than that, the house is still standing.”“You sound entertained.”“I am.” I swiveled my chair toward the window. “It’s interesting having someone around who doesn’t immediately try to impress me she looks at me like I’m a problem she has to tolerate.”Marcus laughed. “That’s new for you anyways I’ve got actual news. My father finally approved the joint deal between our companies, he
AuroraThe moment I stepped out of the elevator behind Prescott, I felt the eyes on me, with women greeting Prescott in a flirty way they all seem to want him and I wonder what they see in him. Zane Enterprises was exactly what I expected sleek, modern, and filled with people who looked like they belonged on the cover of a business magazine. As we walked through the open floor, conversations quieted. I caught the whispers almost immediately.“Who’s that?”“Is she new?”“She’s a little… big for this floor, isn’t she?”“She doesn’t look like she belongs here.”The words were soft, but not soft enough. Heat crawled up my neck, but I kept my back straight and my expression neutral. They had no idea who I was, and I preferred it that way. Dominic had promised the staff wouldn’t be told I was family. Right now, that felt like both a protection and a curse Prescott didn’t seem to notice the murmuring or if he did, he
Aurora’s POV I roll over in the bed again,Sleep was impossible.I had been lying in bed for nearly an hour, staring at the ceiling, when the first sounds reached me through the walls at first it was just a low murmur of voices, then the unmistakable creak of a bedframe. I turned onto my side and pressed the pillow over my ear, hoping it would stop.It didn’t.A woman’s moan cut through the quiet of the mansion loud, shameless, and completely unrestrained. My eyes snapped open anorher moan followed, higher this time, followed by the rhythmic sound of skin slapping against each other I stared at the darkness in disbelief.He had brought someone here.On the second night I was under the same roof.The girl was loud every gasp, every broken cry of his name, every filthy plea seemed to echo down the hallway and straight into my room. I squeezed my eyes shut, heat crawling up my neck not from embarrassment alone, but fr
Prescott’s POV I was lying on the couch in the living room, scrolling aimlessly through my phone, when the screen lit up with a new message.*Lena: Miss that cock…The text was followed by four photos.I opened them immediately.The first one showed her lying on her bed in nothing but a black lace thong, her full tits pushed together by her arms. The second was a closer shot of her pinching one nipple, lips parted. The third was her on all fours, ass arched high toward the camera, the thin string of the thong disappearing between her cheeks the last one was her fingers spreading her pussy open, already glistening.My cock twitched hard against my sweatpants, fuck. *Lena: Can I come over? I need it rough tonight.I smirked and typed back.*Prescott: Gate code is the same, come now and don’t wear anything under your coat.She replied within seconds.*Lena: On my way.I stood up, adjusted my already th
Aurora’s POV The door clicked shut behind Prescott, and the silence that followed felt heavier than anything I had experienced all day.I stood in the middle of the unfamiliar bedroom, still wearing the blush bridesmaid dress, and took a slow look around the room was beautiful there was no denying it. A large bed with crisp white linens sat against the wall, a soft grey armchair rested near the window, and the furniture was modern and expensive without being cold. A private bathroom was attached, and the closet was bigger than my entire bedroom back home.I hated how easily someone could get used to this kind of comfort.I changed into an old T-shirt and shorts from my suitcase, carefully hanging the dress in the closet so it wouldn’t wrinkle. couldn’t resist laying on the soft bed and slept off. I woke up to soft sunlight filtering through the wide curtains and the quiet hum of a house far too big for two
AuroraThe morning of the wedding arrived with soft golden sunlight and a sky so clear it looked almost painted. I stood in front of the mirror in the hotel room, staring at the soft blush-colored bridesmaid dress. It fit well enough after the alterations, but I still felt expose, the fabric clung to every curve I had spent years trying to minimize I forced my shoulders back anyway. I would not hunch not today.Then my mother stepped out of the dressing room, and for a moment I forgot how to breathe.Elena looked breathtaking, her ivory dress was elegant and timeless, with delicate lace that clung to her figure in all the right places before flowing gracefully to the floor. Her hair was swept up in soft waves, a few loose strands framing her face, and a simple pearl necklace rested against her collarbone. She looked radiant younger, lighter, and genuinely happy.“You look beautiful, Mom,” I said, and I meant it with my whole heart.She turned to me, and something softer than usual







