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The 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 didn’t care. He walked with the same easy confidence he always carried, leading me toward a large glass office at the end of the hall. A woman in a fitted black dress stood up from the desk directly outside it. She was beautiful in the polished, expensive way that seemed common in this building slim figure, perfect makeup, and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes when she looked at me. “Lena,” Prescott said, stopping in front of her desk. “This is Aurora Martins. She’s my new assistant starting today, show her the workstation and get her set up.” Lena’s gaze moved over me slowly, lingering on my figure just long enough to make her thoughts obvious. “Of course, Mr. Zane.” Prescott glanced at me. “She’ll explain how I like things run. Don’t fall behind.” With that, he disappeared into his office, the door closing behind him. Lena turned to me with a cool smile. “This way.” She led me to the desk right outside his door. It was clean, modern, and positioned so I would be the first person he saw every time he stepped out. “This is your station,” Lena said. “You’ll manage his schedule, handle incoming files, prepare documents, and make sure everything is on his desk before he asks for it. Mr. Zane hates repeating instructions, so pay attention the first time.” Her tone was polite on the surface, but there was a clear edge underneath. “Don’t be lazy,” she added, her eyes flicking over me again. “This office moves fast, If you can’t keep up, you won’t last.” I met her gaze steadily. “I understand.” She didn’t look convinced after a moment, she placed a thick stack of files on my desk “Sort these by date and priority. Once you’re done, take them into Mr. Zane’s office and leave them on his desk. Don’t interrupt him if he’s busy.” Without another word, she returned to her own seat. I sat down, ignored the lingering stares from other employees, and began working through the files the whispers hadn’t completely stopped. Every time I shifted or stood up, I could still feel eyes on me, i kept my focus on the documents, refusing to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing me uncomfortable. After nearly an hour, I finished organizing the stack. Gathering them in my arms, I stood up and walked to Prescott’s door. I knocked twice. No answer. I knocked again, a little harder. Still nothing. Assuming he might have stepped out or was on a call with headphones, I carefully opened the door and stepped inside. The words died in my throat. Prescott was in his leather chair, but he wasn’t alone. Lena was sitting on the edge of his desk, her dress pushed up around her waist, one leg draped over his shoulder. His face was buried between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he licked and sucked her openly. The wet, obscene sounds filled the office. Lena’s head was thrown back, her fingers tangled in his hair, soft gasps leaving her lips. My entire body froze. For a second, I couldn’t move or breathe. Shock slammed into me so hard that the files nearly slipped from my hands. He was doing this… here, in his father’s company, in the middle of the workday without a single ounce of shame. Lena was the first to notice me. Her eyes opened, and when they landed on me, irritation flashed across her face She tugged at Prescott’s hair, and he finally pulled back, lips glistening, expression dark with annoyance at the interruption. His gaze locked onto mine. The air in the room turned heavy and sharp. I didn’t speak, i couldn’t. I simply walked forward on stiff legs, placed the files on the edge of his desk without looking directly at either of them, and turned around. As I stepped back out of the office, I heard Lena let out a low, irritated breath. When I glanced up, she was staring at me with open dislike, her eyes cold and cutting. I closed the door quietly behind me and returned to my desk, my hands slightly unsteady as I sat down. My heart was still pounding. Of course this was the kind of man he was. Of course he wouldn’t even keep his activities outside the office. I stared at my computer screen without seeing it, the image of what I had just walked in on burned into my mind. This job was already worse than I had imagined. And it was only the first day.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







