LOGINKnoxMy heart beats faster, and I grip the edge of the table, as though I might lose my balance if I let go. “You can talk to me,” I say to Emma. “I still have time to spare.”Just then, I feel a vibration against my thigh. I glance down at my pocket. “Please hold on, baby,” I tell her softly, without thinking. She nods, and with a gentle, practiced hand, I pull out my phone. Ben’s name lights up the screen, and I answer immediately.“Ben,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady.“Knox,” he replies, his voice sharper than usual. “I think I found something on Monica.”Excitement rushes through me, so fast I almost choke. My lips tug into a smile, unbidden and uncontrollable. “Are you serious?” I ask, knowing the answer already but needing to hear it confirmed.“Yeah,” Ben says. “Your ex-wife sure knows how to cover her tracks. But this time, she slipped.”I glance at Emma, who’s hunched over her laptop, her fingers typing quickly, lost in whatever task she’s focused on. She doesn’t not
EmmaMy heart races so fast, I swear it might burst. The thought of staying completely away from Knox is unbearable. How do I get fucked when I'm horny?I can’t imagine a single day without him, without the sound of his voice, without the way he looks at me as though I am the only thing that matters. I stand there, frozen in front of my mother, my mind struggling to make sense of the words, my body fighting to move.“I can’t just pack up and leave with you like I’m some toddler,” I finally manage to say. My voice is shaky, and I hate how it sounds. It doesn’t match how I feel inside.Mom crosses her arms over her chest, lifting her chin with a look I know all too well. It’s the one she always wears when she’s made up her mind about something. “Newsflash, Knox and I are getting a divorce.”The words hit me harder than I expected. But instead of the sadness or shock I thought I would feel, something else bubbles up inside me. It’s almost wild, a kind of unexpected joy that catches me
EmmaI feel the thirst gnawing and impossible to ignore as I sit down, I just went out to grab a file I left in my car.I drop it on my desk, still feeling thirsty. Then I push away from my desk, the chair scraping quietly against the floor, and walk toward the break room. The office is quieter than usual today, almost empty, and that silence unsettles me. I don’t want anyone to notice me right now. The last thing I need is another round of snickering laughter or whispered remarks behind my back, the way it happened before. The sound of it still lingers in my mind sometimes.When I reach the break room, I’m relieved to find it empty. The quietness wraps around me like a strange kind of safety. I stand there for a moment, just breathing, then move toward the water dispenser. My hand shakes slightly as I fill a glass. I lift the glass to my lips and take a long, deep sip. The coolness spreads through my throat, easing some of the burn, and for a second, it’s the only thing that feel
KnoxI sit behind my desk, rage cursing through my veins.Gina stands there in the doorway. Before I can even form a word, she slams the door shut so hard that the sound echoes through my chest like a gunshot. The air in the room turns thick instantly, charged with the kind of tension that always seems to follow her.She marches straight toward the table where I keep my papers spread out, her heels clicking against the floor in a rhythm that matches the frustration building inside me. I watch her approach, noting the way her shoulders are set back in defiance, the slight flush on her cheeks that could be anger or something else entirely. My hands tighten around the edge of the desk as I try to control my anger.."Gina," I say, my voice low and edged with the fury I cannot quite hide, "where the hell have you been the past few days?" She stops right in front of the table, close enough that I catch the faint scent of her perfume, the one that always lingers long after she leaves. G
KnoxA week later, I sit at the head of the long conference table with anger burning steadily inside my chest. Monica, my ex-wife, occupies one of the investor seats as if she still belongs in my world. I still remember how she tried to seduce me.Her presence fills me with deep irritation that refuses to fade. I never wanted her anywhere near this company again, yet here she sits, calm and watchful.Every time my eyes drift toward her, the resentment grows heavier, pressing against my ribs like a stone I cannot remove. I force myself to focus on the meeting, but the sight of her across the table keeps pulling my attention back, stirring up old pain and fresh frustration that make it hard to breathe normally.We complete the usual review of our products and their profit margins. The figures are solid and the projections look promising, but none of it brings me any real satisfaction today. My thoughts keep circling back to Monica and the frustration of having her involved in matter
KnoxI watch the flicker of doubt settle deep in Emma’s eyes as she gazes at me. My chest tightens with instant regret. I slipped. I shouldn’t have brought up her father. The words just spilled out, and in that moment, I let my emotions get the better of me. Emma doesn’t deserve this kind of confusion or pain.I lean back against the headboard, the cool wood pressing against my back, while her eyes remain fixed on me, searching for answers I’m not ready to give. The quiet in the room grows heavier until she finally speaks, her voice soft and careful.“What else did she say about my father?” She pauses before asking, her voice trembling slightly, “Is he alive?”Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I know Victor Collins; I’ve known him for years. He was once a close friend, but too much has happened since then. There are things I’m not allowed to say, things I promised Gina we’d keep from Emma. It’s a delicate balance, one that I’m scared to break.I remain silent for too long, a
Emma“Oh,” I say nervously, tucking a strand behind my ears, giving him a shy smile.He draws closer. Tilt his head as his gaze runs through my body as if checking me out.“I’d love to stay back and talk but I'm in a hurry. Can I have your number?” He lowers his voice as he asks politely.“Sure,” I
EmmaHis words send me staggering out of his arms. I feel a wave of panic wash over me.“Come on, babe,” he reaches for me but I step away, angry at him. “It's just a joke. I mean no harm.”His eyes soften with a smile when he notice that I look apprehensive.The blaring music did little to calm my
KnoxThe moment they enter the room, I know it's time to act. My jaw tightens in rage. Blood roars in my ear.I warned her about that guy but she chose to disregard my words.As I climb the stairs, the blaring music starts to fade. I storm to the door and that's when I hear a blood cuddling scream
Emma My phone gives a sharp ding and I glance down at the screen. An email notification pops up on the screen.I click it, and after it loads, the message appears.It contains the official company email I will be using as an executive assistant and the log in details.The words staring at me from







