Masuk𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙨 𝙞𝙣, 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙜𝙤 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬… Lior never meant to send the photo. One reckless swipe and his boss, Adrian Valehart, CEO of Valehart Industries, was staring at something that could end both their careers. Adrian was supposed to be untouchable. Married to a powerful socialite. A father. A man with everything to lose. But from the moment he saw Lior’s flushed lips and bare skin on his phone, he couldn’t get him out of his mind. What began as a dangerous mistake turns into an addiction neither can quit. Stolen hours in glass-walled offices. Breathless meetings that end with the door locked. A lust so consuming, it threatens to burn their world down. Adrian’s world is built on power, money, and lies… and Lior is suddenly standing in the middle of it all. When a corporate scandal, a crumbling marriage, and dangerous secrets close in, Lior must decide: run before he’s ruined, or risk everything for a man who was never his to love. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆.
Lihat lebih banyak(Lior's POV)The soft click of a lock snapped my attention back.I hadn’t even realized Adrian had walked toward the far end of his office until I saw him push open what I thought was part of the wall. Only it wasn’t a wall. A door swung inward, and beyond it was something I never in my life expected to find inside a CEO’s office: a full master bedroom.A bed, polished and massive, sat against the wall with sheets so crisp they could probably cut me. A closet took up an entire side. There was even a restroom door, slightly ajar, hinting at marble tiles inside. Who the hell keeps a whole house inside their office?“Go inside,” Adrian said simply, his voice the kind that doesn’t invite argument. “Take a quick shower. An outfit’s already prepared on the bed.”I blinked at him, my brain tripping over itself. “Uh… what?”His eyes flicked to me like I’d just asked if the sky was blue. “You’ll be representing me today. You can’t show up in what you’re wearing. Go.”That was it. No more words
(Lior's POV)My alarm didn’t wake me. My phone did.A shrill, jarring ring that ripped me straight out of the kind of dream that probably would have made Freud nod knowingly.I groaned into my pillow, cracked one eye open, and stared at the vibrating rectangle on my nightstand. The name flashing on the screen was enough to make my stomach tighten.Great. The day’s barely started and my mood’s already circling the drain.“Not today, Satan in heels,” I muttered, and thumbed the red decline button without hesitation.I lay there for a second, willing myself to pretend it never happened but my conscience was apparently in the mood to play drill sergeant.With a sigh, I reached for the phone again, opened my banking app, and stared at my balance. A couple hundred gone wouldn’t kill me. It would just wound me mortally and leave me limping for the rest of the month.I hovered my thumb over the “Transfer” button for a long moment, telling myself I didn’t have to. That I could just… not. But t
(Lior's POV)The city smells like burnt coffee, cheap perfume, and capitalism.I’m walking home with my headphones in but no music playing, classic fake-listening-to-avoid-eye-contact move. It’s been a long day of avoiding Adrian West like he’s the final boss of my anxiety, which, in a way, he is.God, if someone had told sixteen-year-old me I’d end up working as a personal assistant to Adrian Valehart, the youngest CEO in the city’s history, net worth so high it’s probably illegal, I’d have laughed in their face and gone back to watching cat videos.But here I am. Twenty-two years old. Shorter than I'd have loved to be if I had a choice. Male Omega. No college degree. And, somehow, still employed at ValehartCorp after a whole year.A miracle. Or a glitch in the simulation.People at work call me the Gen Z PA. Not because I wear crop tops to the office (I don’t, HR would faint), but because I allegedly “act like one of those TikTok kids who think sarcasm is a personality.” Which… fair
(Lior’s POV)If my rent wasn’t bleeding me dry, I’d have quit this job a long time ago. Not because I hate it… okay, maybe a little, but mostly because working under Adrian Valehart is like living inside a pressure cooker. He’s the kind of man who can make a “good morning” feel like a performance review. Sharp suit. Sharper jawline. And eyes that could kill you or kiss you, depending on the day.And today? I was determined to stay as far away from him as possible.The morning started harmless enough. I woke up late, because obviously my alarm clock is an enemy of progress. My sheets were tangled around me like I’d been fighting demons in my sleep. I stumbled into the bathroom, dragged my hair into something resembling human order, and hopped into the shower.Hot water. Steam. Me humming that one song that’s been rotting my brain for three weeks.I got out, dripping and lazy, wrapped in my towel. My phone buzzed.[Jay]: Did you meet him last night? 👀[Me]: Nah. Got ghosted. Again.[Ja
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