تسجيل الدخول“Mr. Grey,” Riyana said quietly.She looked at him politely, professionally. That calm tone made his anger lose strength against his will.“I already handed you my resignation letter,” she continued. “I’ll brief him on your work and schedule. I’ll leave in a few days.”Her words landed hard.Jabco clenched his teeth. She spoke as if nothing had ever happened between them. As if that night meant nothing at all.“Riyana,” he said slowly, voice tight. “Do you really want to test my patience?”He took a step closer. “Don’t you think we have something to talk about?”Riyana pressed her lips together. Her hands were clasped so tightly that her fingers hurt, but her face stayed calm.“Nick,” she said, turning slightly. “Please leave us for a moment.”Nick nodded so fast it was almost funny and rushed out of the office. The door click
Morning light crept into the room through the half-open curtains.Jabco blinked slowly as he woke up.For a few seconds, he didn’t move. His body felt strangely light, rested, the way it used to feel years ago when sleep came easy. His head didn’t hurt. His chest felt calm. Too calm.He sat up and rubbed his temple, trying to understand why he felt like this.Then everything from last night came rushing back.Her face. Her warmth. The way she was in his arms.His head snapped to the other side of the bed.Empty.The space beside him was cold. No trace of her. No sound. No movement.His heart dropped.“Riyana?,” he muttered to himself.He clearly remembered holding her.He swung his legs off the bed and stood up, the sheet slipping from his waist. His chest felt tight now. He wasn’t a man who lost control like that. Never had been.He had been with women before. Enough times. But he had alw
Her hands clutched at his shirt, her nails digging into his skin as he lifted her, pressing her against the cool wall."Fuck, Riyana," he groaned, his lips trailing down her neck, sucking, biting, marking her as his. Each touch, each kiss, was a claim, a declaration of ownership that sent a rush of heat through her veins.She arched into him, her body responding to his touch with a hunger that matched his own. Her skirt hiked up, his hand slid between her thighs, finding her already wet, her core throbbing with anticipation."You’re mine," he snarled, his fingers dipping into her, rough and relentless.He fingered her with a urgency that left her breathless, her moans echoing off the walls as her body trembled against his.He shrugged off his coat and tossed it aside like it no longer mattered. The sound of it hitting the floor was soft, but to Riyana it felt loud, final. Then his fingers moved to his shirt. One button, then another. He didn’t ru
The traffic light turned red.The car stopped.For a long moment, there was only silence and the low hum of the engine. Jabco leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, head tilted slightly to the side. Riyana thought he had fallen asleep.Then he spoke.“How was your date?”His voice was calm, too calm. Almost careless.Riyana’s hands stiffened on the steering wheel. Her chest tightened. For a second, she forgot to breathe.So he saw her.He saw her with John.She turned her head just a little, enough to look at him, then quickly looked back at the road as if the traffic light was the most important thing in the world.“It was good,” she said slowly.That was all.There was no reason to explain. No reason to tell him it was not really a date, that she went only because she was tired, because she wanted to forget things for a few hours. He was her boss. Nothing more.Jabco’s jaw tightened
Jabco slowly set his glass down on the table. The sound was soft, but to him it felt loud.He stood up.“Where?” he asked, his voice calm but cold.Shina pointed toward the railing. “Ground floor. Near the bar counter.”Rogan straightened. “Jabco, relax. Maybe it’s just...”But Jabco was already walking.He didn’t say another word.As he reached the railing, he placed both hands on it and looked down.The bar below was crowded. People moving, laughing, lights flashing. His eyes scanned the room once, twice....Then he saw her.Riyana was standing near the counter, a glass in her hand. She was smiling. Not the polite smile she used at work. A real one,Soft,Free.She was wearing a simple dress, nothing flashy, but it fit her perfectly. Her hair was loose, framing her face in a way he had never seen before.And beside her stood a man.Too close.The man leaned in slight
All day, Jabco barely spoke unless necessary. His tone was sharp in meetings. His patience thin. One small mistake from a manager earned a cold glare that made the room fall silent.Riyana noticed everything.She brought him lunch. He barely touched it.She handed him files. He nodded without looking up.The office felt heavy.By evening, Riyana finally made a decision.She had been sitting at her desk for almost twenty minutes, doing nothing, just staring at the drawer where she had kept the movie tickets. Her heart felt restless the whole day, like something was stuck inside her chest.It doesn’t matter what he thinks, she told herself again and again.I just want my heart to feel calm.It was his birthday. She had forgotten it. That alone was already bothering her enough. If she did nothing now, she knew she would regret it later.Slowly, she stood up, took the tickets from the drawer, held them in her hand, and walked towar







