LOGINAria’s POV
The Kane Enterprise building cut the sky in half. Noah parked in a reserved slot three spaces from the main entrance and killled the engine. Silence immediately filled the car. Thicker than it was on the highway. I had my hand on the door handle before he moved. I needed air and space from his engulfing presence. The door opened with that same quiet, expensive thud. I stepped out of the car with shaky. Like I’d been holding my breath for twenty minutes. I didn’t look back. I made it three steps before his voice hit my spine. “Miss Sinclair.” He called out to me. I turned. He was already out of the SUV. Tablet in hand. Walking toward the private elevator like I wasn’t there. Like I hadn’t just spent twenty minutes dissecting his reflection. I followed quietly behind him. We step inside the lobby. The lobby was expensive looking, from the marble tiles to tinted glass windows. Everything showed luxury. Employees parted when they saw Noah. Not for me. For him. He didn’t smile. Didn’t nod. Didn’t even acknowledge them. He was a ghost in a black tee. We entered his office, which had Floor-to-ceiling windows and the whole city at his feet. He set his tablet on a desk that looked carved from obsidian and tapped once. “Your itinerary.” A file slid across the surface toward me. “Damian wants the Q3 projections revised by four. Legal needs the merger addendum. Page seventeen, clause four. You’ll sit in on the 2 PM with West Corp.” No please or even a good morning. Just work. I picked up the file. “Got it.” His pale eyes flicked to mine. For One second, before flicking back to his screen in dismissal. I left before he could change his mind. My office was the size of a closet compared to his. But at least it had a door and a lock I didn’t trust. I dropped into the chair and got to work. The numbers blurred and before I knew it lunchtime had come and go. I didn’t move. Food was for people who didn’t have grumpy bosses to impress, plus the merger addendum needed absolute focus. I was halfway through rewriting it when the air changed. “Can I help you.” I didn’t look up but I could already tell who it was by the scent of his seductive cologne. Luca leaned against my doorframe as if he owned it. He was dressed casually and holding out two takeout containers. “Relax, sweetheart.” His grin was slow. “You look like you might need this.” My hands stilled on the keyboard. Need this. Like I was some stray he found in the rain. His eyes caught mine and his grin faltered. “Shit..not like that. You look tired, that’s all.” He stepped inside uninvited and drops the container on my desk. Way too close to the Merger documents. I shot up. “Careful… that’s—l” He moved quickly, sliding the documents out of the way. His fingertips brushing mine for half a second. “Now eat.” He tapped the lid. “You can’t bleed for Kane Enterprise all day.” I dropped back into the chair. Crossed my arms. “Mr. Kane wants this by four. So I’m finishing it.” Luca’s smile went sharp. “Last I checked, I’m also Mr. Kane.” He leaned down and pressed both his palms flat on my desk. Caging me in. “And this Mr. Kane says eat.” His voice dropped. “Or do you only take orders from my brother?” My jaw locked. I hated that my stomach picked that second to betray me. Luca’s smirk deepened. “That wasn’t an order, sweetheart. That was your body calling my bluff.” I grabbed the container before I could talk myself out of it. The plastic was still warm and grease was seeping out of it. I popped the lid open and steam hit my face. Burger, Fries, Salt, and char, and something sweet in the sauce. I must be in heaven. I closed my eyes and savored the delicious smell of the junk food. I’d skipped breakfast this morning because of Damian. And now my stomach isn’t having any of it. I took a bite. A moan of satisfaction slipped out of my mouth. “That good, huh?” My eyes flew open. Luca hadn’t moved. Still caged over my desk. But his eyes… They weren’t on the burger. They were on my mouth. Heat slammed into my cheeks. I swallowed so fast I almost choked. “Where did you…” “Secret.” He pushed off the desk finally. Giving me air. Giving me space I didn’t ask for. “A Kane never reveals his sources.” I shoved another fry in my mouth to avoid answering. Because he was looking at me like I was the meal. Like he’d been starving. I blinked, Looked down and Looked back up. But the look was still there. We finished the remainder of our meal in silence. Me, pretending the Q3 projections were fascinating. Him, pretending he wasn’t cataloging every time I licked salt off my thumb. Immediately the Container was empty. I cleared my throat. Shoved the trash aside. “All done. Can I get back to work now?” My voice came out sharp. Like I was irritated. Like I hadn’t just inhaled a burger because he brought it. Luca just grinned and stood up. “See you later, Miss Sinclair .” He tapped the doorframe twice on his way out. The door clicked shut. My eyes dropped to the empty container. Grease spot shaped like a fingerprint on the Q3 projections. Right over clause four. The one Luca just touched. Fuuuuckk.Damian’s POV I sit at my desk, craving the taste of my black coffee. I’ve been sorting the same three contracts for the last twenty minutes and my eyes keep sliding to the door. Where is she? Aria was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago. She’s late. And I’m already set to scold her for it. Then the door opens. I don’t look up. “You’re late. Do you have any idea how long…” “It’s not Aria.” Noah’s voice cuts through me and my throat goes dry. I look up. He’s leaning against the doorframe in his black button-down. He smiles. That slow, playful Noah smile that does something to my insides. “What got you in a bad mood this morning?” he asks, pushing off the door and dropping into the chair across from me. I realize I’m scowling, so I force my face to smooth out. “I’m fine.” “You’re not fine.” He grins. “Grumpy.” “Well, I haven’t had my morning coffee yet,” I snap back. “So I’m allowed to
Aria’s POV* The espresso machine hisses down the hall. I’m standing in the little kitchenette with a mug in my hand and a stupid smile I can’t wipe off my face. Damian had asked me to get black coffee for him before his meeting. Damian: “Get me a black coffee. No sugar. Before my 9am.” That’s the text he sent twenty minutes ago. It was so curt. But I keep on reading it like it’s a love letter. After the night I had last night, I’m not sure anything can tip my mood. I pour the coffee slowly, watching the dark swirl. My body still feels tender in places I didn’t know could be tender. My thighs ache and my throat is a little hoarse. And every time I think about Luca’s voice in my ear, heat crawls up my neck and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud. God. I’m ridiculous. The guys were a mess this morning. Tired, draped over each other, arguing about who was hogging the blanket while I pretended I wasn’t the reason none of us slept. I add nothing t
Aria’s pov I swallow nervously, as they all watch me. You could hear a pin drop with how quiet the room is. Luca then lifts his head slowly. His eyes are dazed, like he just woke up from a dream he doesn't want to leave. He looks at Noah, then Damian, then Elias. "Are you guys going to keep watching," he says, voice rough, "or are you gonna help me take care of our girl?" Damian groans and drags a hand down his face. "Some of us were actually trying to sleep, Luca." Luca smirks. "You'd rather sleep than…" "Don't finish that sentence," Damian cuts in. "I love pussy as much as the next man. I just have human decency." I bite my bottom lip to stop the laugh from bubbling up. God, he's ridiculous. Luca then leans in and whispers so only I hear, but loud enough for them to catch. "At least they woke up to the sound of you coming," My face goes nuclear red instantly. “Luca” I hiss, smacking his chest. The tension in the room draws me back into the presen
Aria’s pov I wake up to darkness. The house is so quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you aware of every breath. Luca's arm is heavy across my waist while Noah's foot is tangled with mine. I stretch slowly, trying to get out of his hold. And then my ass brushes against something hard. I freeze. Oh no. Did I just rub against Lucas's hard cock. God this was a stupid idea. I guess sleeping in a bed with four attractive men wasn't the smartest idea on my part. I try to shift but the fuse has already been lit. It took just one touch and now I'm all wet. I shouldn't. I really shouldn't, but I shift again. Just a little. His cock jerks against me and a quiet groan escapes me before I can stop it. God. I'm so pent up. I can't get any sleep and now this. I’m not going to survive this without a release. But how? Then an idea strikes me. I could, sneak out and grab my vibrator hidden in my drawer. I'll just need ten minutes and I'll be back. Yeah. That's a good
ARIA’S POV No one moves. We all just remain still, staring at Elias, wondering how he’s processing all this. His eyes tighten, his knuckles turn white around the railing and his breathing goes shallow. And I know that look. It was the same one he had on his face yesterday, when I saw him bleeding. I don’t know what’s wrong with him yet. But I know it breaks him. “Elias,” Damian says carefully. Elias doesn’t answer. He just keeps staring at the front door. Like he’s expecting Richard to come back through it. Before I can think, I’m crossing the living room in three steps and going straight to the stairs. I sit on the step below him. Then I reach up and cup his face in both hands. All three of them go still. I can feel the shock in the room. Elias blinks, then his eyes focus on me. “Hey,” I whisper. “Are you okay?” He stares at me, then at my hands on his face. “I’m... I’m okay,” he says. “You don’t have to worry.” “Are you sure?” I ask. M
ARIA’S POV* “We have a visitor,” I say. Three sets of eyes snap to me. “Who?” Luca asks. His voice is already tight. I shift my bag on my shoulder. The strap digs into me. I’ve been running on three hours of sleep and hospital coffee and I don’t have the energy for whatever this is. “Reception said his name is Mr. Kane,” I tell them. “Richard Kane.” The name hits the room like a gunshot. I can tell their father is a sore subject for them. Then Damian moves fast. He’s on his feet before I can blink, and the chair scrapes back so hard it almost tips. “Is he in the house?” he asks. “I… I don’t know,” I stammer. “He’s in the lobby. Security called up. They said he insisted on ‘family business’ and that he’s your father so…” “Did you let him in?” Luca cuts in. He’s already standing too. His fists are clenched at his sides. “No,” I say quickly. “I just came to tell you. I didn’t know if he was supposed to…” “Jesus Christ,” Damian mutters under his







