LOGINHe 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
“Eric?” she said in surprise. “What are you doing here?”Her mind flashed back to a few days ago in the study, when he had cornered her. She remembered the feeling of his body pressed against hers, the heat that had radiated off him.“Can I come inside?” he asked, snapping her out of those not-so-appropriate thoughts about her ex-husband.“I asked you a question. What do you want?” She stepped in front of him, blocking his path. “This is my home, Eric. I’m not letting you pass.”His eyes narrowed slightly before he took a deep breath to steady himself.“If you had read my text messages instead of ignoring me, you would have known why I’m here.” He adjusted the heavy wool coat draped over his left shoulder.Autumn finally took in his full appearance. He wasn’t alone. A small figure was carefully held against his chest, wrapped securely under the coat, and a bag hung from his other hand.“Oh…” was all she could manage when
The only sound that could be heard was the soft tapping of keys coming from the living room. Autumn had spent the last couple of days cooped up at home, going through the compensation documents as well as the formal demand letter.The sky outside had already darkened, signalling the arrival of an approaching rain.Her eyes drifted from the computer screen to the window, taking in the view. Her mind wandered to that stormy night from two months ago.“It was a night like this when I lost her,” she murmured.Her hand moved to her flat stomach and stayed there. She stared at the darkening sky, watching the first few drops hit the glass.“She would have been eight months by now…”A lump formed in her throat. “I would have been expecting her any day now.”Her eyes watered, but she didn’t move her hand away. She just kept looking at the rain, letting the weight of it sit for a moment longer.Then she exhaled slowly.
It had been a few days since the incident at the bistro, and a heavy, suffocating silence had settled between Eric and me. We moved around the estate like two planets in a dangerous orbit—close enough to feel the pull of gravity, but terrified of a collision. I had managed to sneak a text to Marco
Autumn stood before the ornate mirror in the foyer, checking her reflection one last time. She adjusted the strap of her bag, her fingers lingering on the leather. She felt like herself again.Chloe, ever the observant shadow, wandered into the foyer with a bowl of sliced fruit, munching slowly. Sh
We had finally returned home after spending three grueling days at the hospital. The sterile smell of antiseptic seemed to have seeped into my skin, and the constant beep of monitors still echoed in my ears. Finn was much better, his laughter returning as we walked through the front doors of the es
The light from the morning sun blinded my eyes, forcing me to squint as I woke up in an unfamiliar room. For a split second, I panicked, my heart racing as I tried to remember where I was. Then, the events of last night crashed into my mind. I buried my face in the silk pillows, blushing at the mem







