MasukIt was already late at night. The apartment was silent aside from the occasional clicking of her keyboard.It had been a few days since that fateful night.“He’ll be back tomorrow,” she murmured, glancing at the date on her laptop.Her thoughts drifted back to the conversation from a few days ago.“About my theory before your ex interrupted me—”“Gus, I think I made a terrible mistake,” she had cut him off.“Okay… what are you talking about?” he asked. “Is it regarding work?”“No. It’s regarding Eric.”“What did you do?” Worry edged into his voice. “Don’t tell me you did something stupid.”“I did,” she admitted.“What are you going to do?” he asked, already understanding what she meant.“I already took the morning-after pill,” she said quietly. “He bought it for me.”“At least he’s not a complete asshole,” Gus muttered. “This is for the best. A child is the last thing either o
She helped fin put on his school uniform along with his school shoe, she was on her knees focused intently on the task at hand. “Mommy” he called out to her, she hummed in response, “where is daddy?” He asked swinging his legs as sge dropped it down. “Your father went on a business trip” she answered standing up, taking his hand with her “he will be away for a few days,so you are spending it with me” she lifted him on the barstool as she prepared his breakfast. She watched him eat silently observing him, her mind went back to Eric and this morning and last night. “-mommy” he yelled pulling her out her thoughts. “Sorry my love, i got lost in thought” she replied trying to gain control, “what is it?” “I am done,” he pushed the empty towards her, she stood up placing him on the ground. “go Sit down and don't go anywhere else” she instructed him, placing the empty dish in the sink. She walked into her bedroo
He stepped out into the crisp, cool morning air, the residue from the long night of rain still lingering.His eyes scanned the street until he found his car parked by the curb. He got in, hands firm on the steering wheel, and started the drive home.His gaze flicked once toward her building — toward her window — before he forced his eyes back to the road.The drive was quiet, just the way he preferred it. It gave him space to think about everything that had happened last night.“Last night…”At the mere thought, his pants tightened involuntarily. He parked, got out quickly, and walked with purposeful steps.“Uncle.” Chloe’s voice called out to him. He turned his head slightly, acknowledging her. “The maids said you took Fin out with you last night.” She swallowed. “Where is he? They need to get him ready for school.”Eric fixed her with a passive stare. Ever since the office break-in, he had been slightly colder toward her.“He’s fine,” he answered, continuing past her. “He’s with his
Eric’s eyes fluttered open. He was the first to wake, mostly from the draft of cool air washing over his bare skin.His gaze drifted toward the ceiling as he took in his surroundings with furrowed brows. “Where am I—”He was silenced by the weight of the body beside him. Memories from the previous night returned in a rush — the passionate lovemaking that had lasted until the early hours of the morning, her gasps and soft whines, her pleas for him to stop while the rain poured outside as a backdrop.He looked down at her body, riddled with bite marks — clear signs of his claim and possession.His hand instinctively returned to her waist, drawing her closer before he climbed on top of her.He pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue past the narrow gap. She moaned into his mouth, gasping when the kiss deepened too much.He left open-mouthed kisses as he travelled lower, kissing and biting his way down her body until he stopped between her legs. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of h
One of his hands was buried in her hair while the other gripped her waist firmly, pulling her flush against his body.His lips moved against hers without missing a beat, tasting and claiming her over and over. His tongue slipped past her lips, fighting hers for dominance until he finally broke the kiss, giving her a brief moment to breathe.His hand on her waist slid downward, taking the hem of her shirt with it before changing direction and pushing the fabric upward. The heat of his palms left goosebumps in their wake.“Eric… we shouldn’t do this,” she voiced out, a whimper caught in her throat.“You say one thing, but your body says another.” He buried his face in her neck, peppering light kisses along the sensitive skin. She tilted her head to the side without thinking, giving him more access. “That’s it… just give in to me.”She moaned when he found the spot that always made her weak and bit down lightly.“Eric—” His name fel
"Excuse me, who the hell are you?” Gus asked, incredulous at the new voice on the line.“I should be the one asking you that,” Eric replied, his voice rising. “I’m her husband. Who the hell are you?”“Husband?” Gus sounded genuinely surprised. “I never knew Autumn had a husband.” There was a short pause. “Wait… are you her crazy ex-husband?”“Crazy ex-husband, huh?” Eric repeated, turning to glare at Autumn. She flushed in embarrassment at Gus’s words.*Damn it, Gus,* she thought, still trying to wrestle her phone back. *Did you really have to say that to his face?*“I am her husband,” Eric said coldly. “I’m not familiar with the terms ‘crazy’ or ‘ex.’” He pulled Autumn flush against him, keeping her firmly in place.“Look, man, I don’t want any trouble,” Gus said carefully. He was well aware of what Eric was capable of. “I was just discussing important work stuff with her.”“Eric, give me back my phone,” Autumn struggle
"No, no, no!" the man shrieked, his voice hitting a pitch that probably had the neighborhood dogs howling. "Dear God, I am going to die of a heart attack from how unceremoniously ugly your taste is!" He began fanning himself dramatically with a silk-bound lookbook, his face twisted in a mask of the
The day after the gala, the Headinberg estate was enveloped in a deceptive quiet. The morning sun filtered through the high windows, but the atmosphere inside was thick with the aftermath of the previous night’s revelations. In the morning room, the large television was tuned to the entertainment n
It had been two days since the wedding fiasco. Two days of radio silence from the outside world.While the media was undoubtedly setting itself on fire—speculating about Chloe, Fin, and Kingston Dynasty—we had been tucked away in the safety of the Headinberg estate. Eric had decided to work from ho
The morning sun filtered through the high windows of the estate, casting long, golden rectangles across the breakfast table. It was the first morning since the hospital that the air felt light. "Chloe, this will help you feel better," I said, gently setting down a bowl of special steaming porridge







