LOGINJulian’s POVI sat at my desk staring at a stack of merger documents that felt like dead weight. My head still throbbed from the conversation with Zane earlier. The frustration of Katia leaving me with a hard dick and no release was still buzzing under my skin. Every time I tried to focus on the numbers, my mind went straight back to the Aman suite. Back to how her pussy felt. Back to the way she used me, came twice, and then walked out like I was nothing. She had treated me like a toy she could play with and discard. It was humiliating as fuck, yet it was the only thing I could think about.The door to my office slammed open hard, banging against the wall. I did not even need to look up to know who it was. The strong smell of her heavy perfume hit me first, thick and annoying. Delia marched in like she owned the place, her heels loud on the floor. Zane, who had been sitting across from me talking about our next move, stopped talking. He looked at her, then at me with a face that said
Julian’s POVI paced the length of Aman’s presidential suite, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city that felt utterly alien to me tonight. My head was pounding, a dull throb that pulsed in time with my simmering resentment. I couldn't believe it. I, Julian Windsor, the man who dictated the terms of every board meeting, every acquisition, and every social engagement in this city, had been treated like an inconvenient appliance.I stopped by the bar, staring at the crystal decanter of scotch. I didn't pour a glass. I didn't want the burn of the alcohol; I wanted to be clear-headed enough to process the sheer audacity of what had happened. I wanted to stay sharp so I could sit with how pissed off I was. Katia had walked into this room like she owned it. She had come in, used my cock, made me eat her pussy, rode me until she came twice, and then left me with a hard dick and blue balls. She fucked me and walked out like it was nothing. The worst part was how mu
Julian’s POVThe clock hit 21:00, and I was already insane. I wanted to see her. I wanted to explain everything. I did not know how much she knew, but one thing I was certain about was that she already knew I was the man from seven years ago. She probably knew everything by now.I sat in the presidential suite at the Aman, staring at the city lights through the big windows. The room felt too big and too empty. I had not eaten anything all day. Food did not matter. Nothing mattered except getting back to Katia and fixing this mess I had created.There was a knock at the door. I had not ordered anything.“Who is it?” I growled.“Room service,” a voice answered.I did not order shit. I walked to the door anyway and opened it.Katia stood there. She wore a red wide-brim felt fedora Chanel hat, red lipstick, a long red Chanel coat, and red Christian Louboutin heels. Fuck. She looked lethal. I stood there frozen, just looking at my wife.She walked past me into the room without saying a wor
Katia's POVSam walked into my office right as the clock struck noon, her presence cutting through the stagnant air like a knife. She dropped into the chair opposite my desk with the grace of a woman who enjoyed the chaos she was about to report. She didn't wait for me to prompt her; she just dove straight in, her eyes gleaming with that familiar, predatory delight.“You were right,” Sam started, clicking her tongue. “The man is absolutely miserable. He didn't even bother showing up to the office today, which, knowing his obsession with appearances, is a massive red flag. Our sources checked his logs; he hasn’t touched a single file and hasn't taken a single meeting, and honestly, I doubt he’s even managed to choke down a piece of toast. He’s completely spiraling.”I leaned back, swirling my pen between my fingers, a cold satisfaction settling in my gut. “And where is he sulking? If he’s not busy pretending to be a CEO, where does a man like Julian hide when his pride is shredded?”“T
Katia’s POVI got to the office early the next day. The place felt quieter than usual even though people were already at their desks working. I sat down at my desk and tried to go through some reports, but my mind kept drifting. Last night still sat heavy on me. Kicking Julian out of the house had been one of the hardest things I had done in a while. I kept thinking about the look on his face when I told him to leave. Part of me regretted it. Another part of me felt it was necessary after everything I had learned.I stared at the screen, but the numbers were just dancing lines. I was the boss, the one who held the reins of this entire operation, yet I felt like a novice trying to balance a spinning plate. I needed to act like I wasn't falling apart. I needed to look like a woman who had never known a single doubt.Sam walked in a little while later carrying her tablet and a coffee. She closed the door behind her and sat down in the chair across from my desk. She looked at me with that
Delia's POVThe morning sun hit my face, but I felt no warmth. I sat up in the stiff sheets of my childhood bed, my head throbbing with the memories of the night before. I did not bother with coffee or breakfast. I walked downstairs to find Martha and David sitting at the breakfast table, their faces tight with concern and pity."Delia, sit and have something to eat," Martha said, her voice soft."I need to go back," I cut her off. I did not listen to their protests. I grabbed the keys to Martha’s car from the hook by the door and walked out into the biting morning air. I drove toward Manhattan, my knuckles white against the steering wheel. Every mile brought more fury, more desperation. I had to fix this. I had to reclaim what was mine.When I arrived at the mansion, my stomach dropped. Workers were hauling bags out of the front door, tossing them onto the lawn like trash. They were my things. Every silk dress, every pair of heels, every piece of jewelry I had carefully curated for t
~Julian~Zane called at six fifteen.I was in the middle of reviewing the Dubai security deployment logistics, the camera positioning, the drone flight paths, the facial recognition coverage radii, and I let it ring once before answering because I had a policy about interruptions during security re
~Katia~My father called ahead, which was how I knew it was serious.David Kensington did not call ahead. He showed up at family events my mother had organised, at dinners that were really ambushes, and at the charity gala with his glass of something he nursed all evening and his habit of standing
~Katia~I made pasta because it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays I made pasta, and Aiden expected it. The routine was one of the things I had built into our life—not rigidity, but anchor points, small reliable things that said this is stable, this is ours, and nothing has changed.I stood at the stove
~Katia~The WEG-IG tech showcase was Sam's idea, which meant it was well-organized, well-catered, and had a guest list that made sense. Families were invited, a move on the joint communications team's part to humanize both companies in the coverage, to show the people behind the systems rather than







