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The Ghost and the Game
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Mixed Signals The Ghost and the Game
(Sarah)As I walked out of the building, I felt the cold breeze on my face. It was as though I had been suffocating for days and hadn’t even known it. The air was sharp, cutting through the lingering heat of Alexander’s touch, but it didn't wash away the words I'd heard through that thin supply room door.Judy.There was another woman. A woman he was trying to "replace." A woman who was the reason I was being paid triple my salary and being put through a corporate "death march." I leaned against a cold stone pillar, my stomach twisting. I had let him touch me—I had let him see me at my most vulnerable—all while I was nothing more than a ghost-filler in his twisted, broken heart.I can’t believe I was that stupid. I wasn't his "PA" or his "attraction." I was a distraction from a three-year-old failure.I fumbled with my phone and called a cab, my hands still shaking. When the yellow car pulled up, I slid into the back seat, staring at the blurred lights of Los Angeles, feeling lik
Mixed Signals The apology and the confession
...I tore my mouth from Sarah’s, adrenaline slamming through my system. I stumbled back, pulling my hand away from her slick core, dragging the moisture onto my palm.Sarah was clinging to me, gasping, her face flushed crimson, her eyes wide with shock and the aftermath of raw pleasure.I spun around, turning my back to her. "Wait outside, Malcolm!" I yelled, my voice ragged."Straighten your dress, Miss Hayes," I commanded, my voice strained and low. "And don't move."I heard the frantic rustle of fabric behind me as she scrambled to compose herself."Miss Hayes, wait in the supply room," I instructed, pointing to a small, discreet door near the file cabinet. "Do not leave until I summon you."She nodded mutely, her eyes still clouded with confusion, and quickly slipped into the tiny, dark room. It was a space barely large enough for a few boxes and a paper shredder, but it offered her an immediate escape from the imminent confrontation."Come in, Malcolm," I called out, my v
Mixed Signals The weight of fury
( Alexander's Pov)The morning began, not with the quiet efficiency of my office, but with the shrill, demanding ring of my private line—the one only reserved for board members and immediate family. I knew instantly it was my mother.I picked up the phone, my jaw clenching against the sudden, familiar spike of ancestral fury."Alexander! Where were you?" Her voice, usually modulated to the perfect pitch of polite society, was edged with genuine frustration. "Do you have any idea the effort involved in arranging a private meeting with the South American representatives? They flew in specifically to discuss the foundation's expansion, and you didn't even show.""I was managing the Grey House replacement, Mother. Corporate necessity dictates my schedule," I replied, my voice flat, devoid of emotion."Nonsense! Corporate necessity means meeting the partners who fund your legacy! And who was that young woman you brought to the club instead?" Her tone hardened. "She wasn't on the list,
Mixed Signals Mine to direct
(Alexander Pov)I watched Sarah Hayes walk away from the table, her black dress making her appear smaller and more vulnerable than she truly was. The click of the door closing was the signal for the atmosphere to shatter.I turned my full, cold attention back to Elias Thorne."The expansion strategy requires singular focus, Elias," I stated, my voice dangerously even. "And that requires an understanding of professional boundaries. My staff is not available for frivolous distraction, nor are they a topic of discussion."Thorne, normally so boisterous, had the sense to look chastened. "My apologies, Alex. Just admiring your taste in... talent.""Admire the deal, Elias," I cut him off, leaning forward, hands steepled. "Focus your energy on the asset valuation and less on the periphery. Now, regarding the environmental impact liabilities of the Rio project, I believe we established a three-to-one risk ratio..."I swiftly steered the conversation back onto the ice. I was brutally effi
Mixed Signals The weight of last night
( Sarah's pov)I moved on autopilot. My legs felt weak, yet they propelled me out of Alexander Vance's office, down the plush carpet, and through the executive suite doors. The silence of the night air offered no comfort; it only amplified the frantic, uneven pounding of my heart.It was a mistake. His words. The cold, brutal command that followed the fiery, all-consuming kiss.I didn't wait for the express elevator; I took the service stairs down three floors before realizing how ridiculous that was, then finally summoned a regular car. I was shaking, less from fear and more from the treacherous, humiliating surge of desire that had coursed through me. He had touched me, kissed me, and my body had betrayed me with an intensity I hadn't known I possessed.I grabbed the first available taxi on the street."Home. Fast," I managed to choke out.When I finally stumbled through the door of my apartment, it was nearly ten o'clock. Jenny was sprawled on the couch, watching a reality sho
Mixed Signals The line of control
( Alexander pov)The charcoal-gray sedan glided through the morning traffic, the tinted glass providing an illusion of isolation I craved. I ignored the low hum of the city and focused on the previous night.You are mine, Miss Hayes.I hadn't slept well. The metallic taste of the power I asserted over her was intoxicating, but the sight of her eyes—wide, shocked, and wet—haunted me. The contact, the pressure of my thumb on her cheekbone, was a reckless breach of conduct. It was impulsive, raw, and utterly satisfying. I hadn't wanted to simply dismiss her; I wanted to pull her across the desk and take the defiance out of her body, replacing it with submission.But Judy's ghost was always faster. The moment the thought of possession turned truly physical, I retreated, scared that in grasping Sarah, I would find myself suffocating Judy’s memory yet again. I told her to leave. A tactical withdrawal, fueled by fear, masked as command.I pulled into the private underground parking garag
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