Chapter 2

I watched him smirk at the look of surprise on my face.

“What? I am not Adrain Blackwell's son, but Adrain Blackwell himself?” He chuckled, but I was too stunned to reply.

“Now I am being ignored.” I must have been too linear in dealing with my employees, a lot needs to change.” He released me but didn't take his eyes off me.

“Now answer my question,” he folded his arms and sat on his table waiting for me.

My head was processing a lot of things. I don't remember what happened last night, so I just left the money there to apologize. I didn't mean any harm.

“I don’t have all day, Ava,” his voice sent shivers racing down my spine. I was scared.

“I.. I…”

“So I really couldn't satisfy you, that's tempting. I like a good challenge. “Then we’ll revisit last night. Properly this time.” he said with a smirk

How do I tell this hot devil that I forgot about last night? If he's hurt about me leaving cash behind, I don't even want to know what he will do when he finds out I actually blacked out last night.

“You know Ava, when you took control last night and almost swallowed me whole, I…”

“I did what!” I half screamed, surprised.

“So you know how to talk well, I was starting to think I made out with a dumb person. Oh! I get it now, you want to reply last night here.”

I wanted to scream that everything was a misunderstanding but no words came out. He walked straight towards me, leaning down, he whispered

“I bet you're really wet down there and just waiting for me.”

I took a deep breath and pressed my tights together. That was so damn sexy that I wanted to scream. How can someone get turned on just from this?

Adrian’s words, warm and dangerous against my ear, felt like a physical blow. He didn't just suggest I was aroused; he claimed it as a known fact. The sheer confidence in his voice was devastating.

​“You’re wrong,” I managed, the lie dry and thick in my throat. I tried to step back, but the edge of his massive desk cut off my escape, and his body was a warm, immovable wall.

​He chuckled a low, rich sound that vibrated straight through my chest. “Am I, Ava?” He gently lifted his hand, not to touch my skin, but to lightly brush the crisp white cotton of my blouse right where my heart hammered beneath. “Your pulse is arguing with your mouth.”

​My breath hitched. This wasn't just about sex anymore; it was a brutal battle for control. I pushed against his chest, my palms flattening over the expensive fabric of his suit jacket. “I didn’t... I don’t want this conversation here. I’m an employee, Adrian.”

​His smirk deepened, transforming into something truly predatory. He didn't move an inch, letting me exert my useless strength. “That is precisely the point, isn’t it? The one place you should respect me, the one place you should be subservient, is the only place you want to devour me.” His eyes dropped to my lips, his voice dropping further, raw and demanding. “Tell me the truth, or I’ll take that answer out of you, piece by piece, starting now.”

​I took a sharp, deep inhale, and the scent of expensive cologne and raw, male power filled my lungs. As he leaned in, I was sure he was going to kiss me, and the anticipation made me dizzy. But he stopped, his mouth hovering just above mine, close enough that I could taste his minty breath, but not touch.

​“Say the word, Ava. Admit you want me, and we will stop this performance.”

​The heat radiating from him was a physical entity, making the office air thick and heavy. I was trembling, part fear, part furious desire. I hated how easily he dismantled my composure, hated the fact that he was absolutely right about everything. My body tightened in response to his proximity, a silent, desperate confirmation of his claim. The room was spinning, the professional façade shattering completely. I gave up the fight, a faint, choked sound escaping my throat.

​That small sound was all the permission he needed. His mouth finally claimed mine, a fierce, possessive pressure that erased all thought, all resistance. My fingers, which had been pressing uselessly against his chest, now curled into the lapels of his suit, clinging desperately as the professional space dissolved around us. The kiss was deep and demanding. One large hand swept down, cupping the back of my head, locking me in place, while the other slid low around my waist, pulling me flush against the solid, undeniable evidence of his arousal. The impact stole the last of my air, and the entire world narrowed down to the sensation of him: the taste, the strength, the overwhelming reality of Adrian Blackwell.

​He broke the kiss, pulling back just enough for me to gasp, our foreheads still touching, breaths ragged and mingled. His eyes, dark with a fire that mirrored the turmoil in my own gut, looked down at me. He tracked the swollen line of my lips with a thumb, a gesture that was both tender and terrifyingly proprietary. “This,” he rasped, voice thick with suppressed force, “was the only response I was going to accept.”

​A distant phone ringing in the outer office jolted me back to the reality of the corporate tower we were in. Shame, hot and sharp, pierced through the adrenaline. “Adrian, stop. Someone could…”

​He cut me off with a swift, deliberate movement. He trapped me with his weight and lowered his head to my neck, tracing a path that made my entire body arch. “You think I care about the risk, Ava?” He inhaled deeply against my skin. “The moment you left that pathetic money, the only thing that mattered was correcting your mistake.”

​He pushed off the desk, taking me with him until we stood apart, staggering slightly. He straightened his jacket, regaining his immaculate control instantly, though his eyes still burned with hunger. He looked at me, messy and undone, a perfect contrast. He pointed a finger toward the closed door of his office. “Go home. I won’t risk another employee seeing you this way.” His voice dropped to a final, commanding murmur. “But you don't forget last night. You will make time this evening. My address. Text me the moment you realize how badly you want to finish this.”

​The weight of his demand settled over me. I couldn't speak, could only meet his challenging, dominant stare, utterly consumed.

He turned back to his desk, already done with me. But my pulse wasn’t. It still thudded his name.