Wolves In Suit

Raina Cole’s fingers shook as she typed at her desk outside Cazien Wolfe’s office. The 47th floor of Wolfe Tower buzzed with low voices, tapping keys, quiet ambition. Her glasses kept fogging. Her eyes burned. She hadn’t slept. Not after the night she let him use her. She couldn’t stop seeing the bed, the heat and the way she’d fallen apart in his care. Her black dress clung to her hips, wrinkled and stretched like it knew what she’d done.

The whispers around the office didn’t stop. They looked at her differently now. Like she wasn’t just an assistant. Like they knew... “Special assistant,” someone had murmured near the elevator that morning and her stomach turned. She wasn’t used to being special or being treated specially. 

A memory snapped into her mind. Back at the orphanage in cold winter light, older kids were pointing and laughing,

“Little Ray, dirty stray!”

That chant had stayed with her longer than any scar. She dug her nails into her palm, hard, and kept typing. She needed to focus. She couldn’t fall apart. Not now. Not when Cazien had her on a leash she couldn’t afford to cut. It was almost 2 weeks into her internship and he wanted to break her... to make her pay for the mistake she made before knowing who he really was. She would never give up. She had to get through this internship in one piece.

Her phone buzzed. Malika’s name lit up the screen. Her chest tightened. She hadn’t answered a single one of her roommate’s texts since that night. Couldn’t face her questions - not right now.

The door opened.

Cazien stepped out.

His suit was perfect. Not a wrinkle. His eyes pinned her in place.

“Raina,” he said. “Boardroom. Now.”

Her body moved before she thought. She stood, grabbed her tablet, and followed him. Her heels clicked loud on the marble, his eyes burning into her back like he already knew what she was thinking. He called her Raina not Ms. Cole.

The boardroom was sharp glass and cold steel. The table gleamed. Executives filled the chairs, all stiff collars and flat expressions. Raina stood by the door, tablet against her chest. She wasn’t part of the meeting. She was part of the furniture.

Cazien stood at the head. Calm and in charge.

Then Dante strolled in... late with untucked shirt and green eyes dancing with something between disrespect and curiosity. He slumped into a seat like he owned it and smirked at Cazien.

Cazien ignored him.

He launched into the pitch—Project Reclaimer. Biotech terms she barely understood. Raina tried to keep up, but her eyes drifted. Dante looked straight at her with his smirk still there. That warning in the breakroom echoed, 'Cazien eats his toys'.

Then something shifted. Cazien froze mid-sentence. His hand gripped the table. His face lost color. Raina’s breath stopped. She’d seen this before. Kleine-Levin Syndrome. His eyes went glassy. Voice slurred. The room went still. The suits exchanged looks.

Dante leaned back his smirk widened.

Raina moved.

She stepped forward fast, her boots quiet.

“Sir,” she said, soft but steady. She touched his arm, slipping a pen into his hand. “You dropped this.”

He blinked.

Came back.

“Continue,” he muttered to the board before taking his leave. 

His hand locked around her wrist tightly like a child clinging to their mother. Her breath caught as her thighs clenched. Instant heat bloomed low in her belly, sick and wanting. She stepped back fast as her cheeks burned but, Dante already saw it - every second of it. His smirk turned cold.

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That night, her apartment's air smelled like burnt toast and bad memories. She paced barefoot, floor creaking under her steps.

As she settled on her, bed in her room, a memory hit her like a spoon. Malika laughing at their first rent party, drunk off cheap wine, dancing barefoot in the kitchen. Raina closed her eyes. Her throat tightened.

There was a knock on the door. She opened the door. Malika stood there, red jacket zipped up, curls wild, eyes sharp.

“You ghosting me now?” she asked, stepping inside without waiting. She threw her bag on the floor, kicked off her boots, and looked Raina over.

“You look like shit. What happened?”

Raina sat down. Her hands twisted in her lap.

“It’s Cazien,” she said. Her voice cracked. “He… I…”

She couldn’t say it. Couldn’t say how she moaned for him, let him use her, how she’d wanted it.

Malika’s face softened. “Did he hurt you?”

“No,” Raina whispered. “Not like that.”

“Is he making you do something you don’t want?”

Raina shook her head.

“Then quit. You don’t owe him anything.”

“I can’t,” Raina said. Her voice broke. “You know what this internship means to me"

Malika sighed, pulled her into a hug.

“Then fight,” she said. “Don’t let him win.”

Raina nodded. Her face pressed into Malika’s shoulder, but her mind was somewhere else. She wanted to fight. But Cazien’s hands were still on her.

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The next morning, Raina stood at her desk. Clipboard in hand. Eyes hollow. The office whispered behind her as usual. She could feel them staring at her. In fact her body was calling him to stare because she ached for him... her thighs still remembered.

The door opened.

Cazien stepped out.

“Come in,” he said.

She followed.

“Close the door.”

The click was loud. Final.

He leaned against his desk, arms crossed. His cologne filled the room—clean and sharp, like smoke and money.

“Yesterday,” he said. “You covered for me.”

She nodded.

“Why?”

“You needed me to.”

He stared at her. Something passed through his eyes... it was quick and unreadable. Maybe respect. Maybe not.

Then he grabbed her waist.

Pulled her in.

“What if I need you now?”

He didn’t  wait for her response, his mouth crashed into hers. No warning. No hesitation. She kissed him back, helpless. Her hands fisted his shirt. He lifted her onto the desk throwing papers everywhere.

He slid her dress up and found her panties. They came off with a sharp and brutal sound.

“Fuck, Raina...” he growled. His fingers found her wet and ready. She moaned, loud as her head fell back. He thrust into her before he could think.

His thrusts were fast. No teasing. No mercy.

She clenched around him, hips bucking, fingers digging into his shoulders. He kissed her deep, tongue swallowing every sound she made.

“You’re mine,” he whispered into her ears. And she came hard while shaking all over.

He slowed down, pulled back his fingers and slid out. Her cheeks burned as she watched him taste her in his mouth. Shame and heat tangled in her chest.

“Cazien... ” she whispered.

He adjusted her dress gently. This was a part of him that no one but, her could see. 

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She ran to the breakroom with shaky legs. She splashed water on her face.

Then Dante spoke behind her. 

“Rough morning, pet?”

She spun.

He leaned against the counter. Green eyes watching with water bottle in his hand.

Her stomach flipped.

“Stop calling me that.”

He stepped closer.

She didn’t flinch. He tossed her the bottle.

“Watch your back,” he said, and walked out.

Her hands gripped the sink.

Back at her desk, her phone buzzed.

Malika, "You okay?"

"I’m okay. Fighting."

A lie.

Cazien’s door stayed closed. His shadow moved behind frosted glass.

She started typing.

Her voice low, steady.

“I’m fucked,” she whispered.

But she wouldn’t quit. Not yet. The secrets were bleeding through. But she’d keep going. For Malika. For herself. For the chance that still mattered.