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One Night With My Ex's Father Chapter 8
The formal notice arrived at 9:17 a.m. the next morning. Sienna was at her desk reviewing a contract addendum when the email landed in her inbox with the quiet finality of a door locking. **From:** Office of the General Counsel **Subject:** Formal Review – Workplace Conduct & Housing Arrangement **Body:** *Ms. Reyes, you are required to attend a formal review meeting on Thursday at 2:00 p.m. regarding the nature of your working relationship with Mr. Kane, the temporary housing arrangement, and related policy considerations. You may bring counsel or a support person. Failure to attend will be noted. Please confirm receipt.* She read it twice. The words didn’t change. Across the floor Adrian’s office door was closed. The glass was clear for once—he never frosted it when he wanted the floor to see him working. Sienna stared at the email until the letters started to blur, then stood on legs that felt distant and walked the short distance to his door. She knocked once. “Come.” Sh
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Adrian was already dressed when Sienna woke. He stood at the window in black trousers and an open white shirt, phone pressed to his ear, speaking in the low, precise tone he used when he was rearranging the world to his preference. The morning light cut across the tattoos on his chest and the hard line of his jaw. He glanced over when he felt her watching and held up one finger—wait—then ended the call without raising his voice. “Legal is drafting a statement,” he said. “Not public. Internal. It frames the temporary housing as a standard executive support measure during a high-intensity project cycle. It also notes that any further informal inquiries should be directed through proper channels and not conducted via hallway conversations.” His eyes met hers. “Claire overreached. I’m putting it on record.” Sienna sat up, sheet gathered around her. The bruises on her throat had deepened overnight into a constellation of purple and red that no high collar could fully erase. “Won’t that
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The email sat open on Sienna’s phone like a live grenade. **From:** HR – Employee Relations **Subject:** Informal Discussion Request – Personnel Matter **Body:** *Ms. Reyes, please make yourself available tomorrow at 10:30 a.m. for a brief, confidential conversation regarding workplace conduct and recent observations. This is informal at this stage. You may bring a support person if you wish. Please confirm receipt.* Adrian read it twice over her shoulder, then took the phone from her hand and set it face-down on the nightstand. His expression didn’t change, but the air around him did. It sharpened. “You’re not going alone,” he said. Sienna sat up against the headboard, sheet clutched to her chest. The apartment was still dark except for the city glow bleeding through the curtains. Her body ached in places that made her flush just thinking about them. “If you come with me it looks worse.” “I’m not coming into the room.” His voice was calm, absolute. “But I will be on the sam
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Sienna woke to the weight of an arm locked around her waist and the low, steady sound of Adrian’s breathing against the back of her neck. For a few disorienting seconds she forgot where she was. Then the night came back in pieces—the restaurant, Claire’s too-sharp eyes, the private apartment, the way he had tied her wrists with his own tie and made her come until her voice broke. The sheets still smelled like him. Her body ached in the best and worst ways. New bruises layered over the old ones along her throat and the tops of her thighs. Adrian was already awake. She felt it in the deliberate way his hand splayed across her bare stomach, thumb stroking once, slow, as if reminding them both that she was still here. When she shifted he tightened his hold, not enough to hurt, just enough to stop her from moving away. “You’re thinking too loud,” he said, voice rough with sleep. Sienna stared at the faint city light bleeding through the curtains. “Claire’s message.” A pause. Then he
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Sienna did not come that night. She lay in bed with her thighs pressed together and Adrian’s order looping through her head like a brand. Every time her hand drifted lower she stopped herself, breathing hard into the dark, the ache sharp and constant. By morning she was restless, skin too tight, pulse too quick. The bruises on her neck had deepened to a rich purple. She covered them carefully with makeup and a high-necked blouse, then stared at her reflection and wondered how long she could keep pretending this was still something she could control. The office felt different. Adrian barely looked at her during the day. He passed her desk once, paused just long enough to set a folder down, and murmured, “Tonight. Don’t be late,” before walking away. The words sank into her like heat. She spent the rest of the afternoon trying to focus on emails that refused to make sense. At 6:40 p.m. a black car was already waiting downstairs. The driver opened the door without a word. Adrian was
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Sienna felt him with every step. Adrian’s cum had dried sticky along the insides of her thighs by the time she reached her desk. She had obeyed. She hadn’t cleaned up. Every shift in her chair dragged the evidence of him against her skin like a secret she couldn’t stop noticing. The bite on the side of her throat throbbed under the high collar she had chosen in a weak attempt at discretion. The deeper one on the back of her neck pulsed whenever she turned her head. She kept her hair down and prayed no one looked too closely. She lasted forty-one minutes before the first message arrived. **Kane:** How wet are you right now? Heat flooded her face. She glanced around the open floor—phones ringing, keyboards clicking, the ordinary machinery of Kane Industries turning—and typed with careful fingers. **Sienna:** Still. **Kane:** Good. **Kane:** Don’t cross your legs. I want you feeling me every time you move. She uncrossed them immediately. The day became a long, private torment.
One Night With My Ex's Father Elevator To Ecstasy
Chapter 2The elevator doors slid shut with a soft click. Suddenly it was just them, the hum of the lift the only sound.Lila's heart slammed against her ribs so hard she thought he could hear it. The alcohol still buzzed in her veins, making everything feel sharper and slower at the same time. She
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Lila checked her phone one last time as the elevator climbed to the tenth floor. It was just past seven, and she had picked up Tyler's favorite Thai food from the place on 53rd Street. Extra spicy pad see ew, the way he liked it. She smiled to herself, thinking how nice it would be to surprise him
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The phone kept buzzing on the nightstand,Marcus reached for the hotel phone, his jaw set hard, fingers already moving toward the buttons for security.Lila caught his wrist. Her skin still carried the warmth from where he had held her. The sting in her palm from earlier thoughts of revenge mixed w
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Lila’s chair scraped backward so hard it nearly tipped. The robe slipped off one shoulder, cool silk dragging over her heated skin as she lunged for the door. Her pulse hammered in her ears, louder than the rain still hammering the glass. Tyler’s father. She had let Tyler’s father stretch her open
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