ログイン**Kian’s POV** The next morning I woke up early. I decided to give myself the day — the office could manage without me for once. But I couldn’t stay in bed any longer, so I got up and headed downstairs for coffee. The halls were still quiet. I figured everyone else was still asleep. When I walked into the kitchen, Serena was already there, fiddling with the coffee maker. “Hey. Good morning, Mr. Perfect,” she said with a small smile. “Good morning. You’re up early.” “Yeah, just came to get some coffee.” I walked over and gently took the things from her hands. “Sit. I’ll make it.” She sat on the stool by the island and watched me as I turned on the machine, the low hum filling the quiet kitchen. “You look better,” I said. “I feel better too. Thanks for being there yesterday.” I nodded. For a while it stayed quiet, just the sound of the coffee brewing. She stared at me, then started talking again, voice soft. “A penny for your thoughts,” I said. “I don’t know… sometimes I still
Arianna’s POV We stayed like that for a few minutes, both of us breathing hard, trying to catch our breath. My jaw ached, my throat felt raw, and my pussy was still throbbing from my orgasm. Kian looked down at me, his hand gently raising my chin. There was something almost admiring in the way he stared at my messy face — tear-streaked, lips swollen, spit and cum on my chin. “Come on,” he said, voice low and rough. “Stand up. Get on the bed. Stay on all fours. The fun’s just getting started.” I managed to push myself up on shaky legs and climbed onto the bed. I got on all fours like he told me, knees still trembling from everything he’d already done to me. The bed dipped as he climbed on behind me. I could feel the heat of his body, the thick head of his cock brushing against my soaked entrance. A needy little moan slipped out of me before I could stop it. I didn’t get any warning. He thrusted deep inside me in one hard stroke, filling me completely. My knees buckled, almost coll
Arianna’s POV Nothing much happened today. I met up with Rhys in the afternoon. He’s been really nice and easy to talk to lately. I mentioned I was looking for internship spots, and he told me about this one opening he thought I might like. It sounded interesting, but it was pretty far away. Half of me already knew I’d probably turn it down. The rest of the day dragged by, but my mind kept circling back to Kian. After my bath, I slipped on a thin, nearly transparent black nightie. The lace was delicate and see-through, clinging to my body and barely reaching mid-thigh. I didn’t wear anything underneath. I sat on the edge of my bed, heart beating a little faster as I waited. It was getting late — almost eleven — and I kept glancing at the clock every few seconds. And I was just about to lay down when the door opened behind me. I turned. Kian stepped in, eyes locking onto mine as he walked toward me. “How was your day—” he said but he didn’t let me reply first. His lips landed on m
Kian’s POV “Ariana, are you there?” Mum’s voice came through the door. Arianna’s eyes widened. “Yes Mum, I’m coming!” she called back quickly. She ran to the door, opened it just enough to slip out, and shut it behind her without another word. That was pretty much the last real moment we had together for the rest of the week. Everything turned chaotic after that. Work piled up like crazy — meetings, reports, deals that needed closing. On top of that, Serena got really homesick. Like, properly sick. She barely ate, looked pale most days, and kept complaining of fever and cold. A doctor had come to check on her though but I ended up spending most of my free time by her side, trying to keep her company, talking her through it, making sure she was okay. The house didn’t help either. Everyone kept popping in at the worst moments. Mum checking on Serena, Dad asking about work, staff walking in and out like they owned the place. It felt like we could never catch a break. By the
Kian’s POV The day had been a complete shitshow — back-to-back meetings, endless documents, and a mountain of files dumped on my desk. Serena actually turned out to be helpful, handling small things without me having to ask twice. Talking to her made the stress a little more bearable, but by the time we got home, all I wanted was quiet and my bed. She walked beside me down the hallway. When we reached her room door, I stopped. “Goodnight,” I said. “Goodnight, Mr. Perfect,” she replied with a soft smile, pulling me into a quick hug. “Thank you so much. I love working with you.” “like you said you’re hardworking, and unlike most people, you’re very bearable.” “Super bearable,” she teased, grinning wide before slipping into her room. I headed to mine, stripping off my clothes on the way to the bathroom. I stood under the hot shower for a long time, letting the water beat down on my shoulders. It helped, but I knew holding Ariana would’ve done it better. She’d texted earlier saying
Arianna’s POV The drive back to her place was awfully quiet. Neither of us said much. The radio played low in the background, but it didn’t fill the heavy silence between us. When we finally stepped inside her living room, I couldn’t stop watching her. Scarlett moved around clearing the table, picking up random mugs and plates like she needed something to do with her hands. A couple of tears slipped down her cheeks anyway. She didn’t even bother wiping them away. “God, Ariana… don’t look at me like that,” she said, trying for a laugh but it came out all shaky. I smiled softly. “I know you want to be hugged.” “Yep, I do.” She let out a watery breath. “Well this time I think I *really* want to be hugged by you so bad. You’ve officially succeeded in making me crave a hug. Who knew the day would come… me, a hug person.” “And me,” I said gently, “the only person that managed to make it happen.” I walked over to the two-seater couch, folded my legs under me, and opened my arms. “Come
*Kian’s POV*Family. Right. Like that word meant anything to me five minutes ago. Mrs. Vivienne and Mercer were at the door, all polite smiles and low voices. No cheek kisses, no drawn-out hugs. Just the kind of goodbye adults give when there’s nothing real behind it. Mercer clapped me on the s
_Ariana's POV_The realization hit me like a slap.Kian Mercer. He was the guy from last night. The guy in the room whose shoulders I’d recognized, the guy whose voice had made my skin prickle. My stepbrother. The son and heir of Mercer, one of the richest multi-billionaires in New York. I gasped
_Ariana's POV_I had just gotten to my apartment to find my mother home after a long while, then she broke it to me and just like that, without a chance to argue, I was boarding a plane to move all the way across the city. My head was still pounding from last night, and nothing about this felt rea
_Ariana's pov_“Yhh, I had a day,” I said, turning away from him quickly.I didn’t look at him as I tipped the glass back. The whiskey burned going down, hot and fast, and I didn’t stop until the glass was empty. I slid it back toward the bartender with shaking fingers. “Another one.” The day had







