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Pen & Passion Javier
It started out like a memory. A flicker of a moment that had already happened.Joaquin’s hand slid along my waist, his fingers cool and confident, just like that night in the dressing room. I could still feel the way he pressed against me, the heat of his breath as he whispered my name.His lips trailed along my collarbone, and I tilted my head, granting him access as if it were natural—like I wanted it. Like I needed it. His mouth was on mine again, insistent and hot, stealing the breath right from my lungs.My hands tangled in his hair, tugging gently as his lips left a trail down the curve of my neck. I gasped when he murmured something—something that felt like a promise and a threat wrapped in silk.His grip tightened just a bit, grounding me in that moment, and for a second, I swore I could hear his heartbeat.Then I blinked.It was too vivid. Too real. The way his mouth moved, the way my body responded—it wasn’t just a dream. But I know it was… Joaquin was never with me even befo
Pen & Passion But Please...
The house was quiet when we returned. Ethan had gone home for the night, and Mark had disappeared somewhere to rest. Joaquin and I said nothing to each other as we entered the bachelor’s pad, just the subtle sound of our footsteps filling the silence.I headed to my room, removed the dress, and changed into a pair of cotton shorts and an old hoodie. Comfort over couture.But sleep didn’t come.Instead, I grabbed my laptop, the one I used for editing manuscripts, and quietly made my way to the study. The space was dimly lit, peaceful, and for once, entirely mine. I curled up on the chair with a mug of tea, opened Joaquin's latest manuscript draft, and began scrolling through it."Too wordy," I muttered under my breath, highlighting a few paragraphs. "Run-on sentence. Better transition needed here."It was easier to focus on work than to dwell on... everything else. On how he held my hand. On how he said I was the only one he wanted. On how I wasn’t sure if any of it was real.After an h
Pen & Passion Like I Matter
As dinner ended and the final glass of wine was poured, I could feel the weight of the evening settling into my shoulders. The tension. The performance. The careful words. I was exhausted—but I kept my head held high, even as we stood in the grand foyer saying our goodbyes.Mr. Joseph Bryan Greyson stood by the door, flanked by his secretary and butler, the very image of power and pride. His eyes flicked toward me one last time, and just when I thought he might actually say something decent, he proved me wrong.“You’ll forgive me, Joaquin,” he said with a sigh, “but I still believe Clarisse is the only woman truly worthy of your name. All this”—he gestured between us—“I’ll consider it a phase. When you’re ready for something real, I’ll begin the introductions.”My fingers twitched at my side.Joaquin stiffened beside me, the polite mask slipping from his face. “No,” he said sharply, without hesitation. “I’m not interested in anyone else.”His words cut through the air like a clean blad
Pen & Passion Joseph Bryan Greyson
The dinner table looked like it had been pulled straight out of a palace catalog.Lobster thermidor drizzled with thick, creamy sauce sat in golden dishes, followed by an arrangement of foie gras, caviar-topped hors d'oeuvres, and delicately carved duck breast in plum reduction.Wine glasses shimmered in the glow of the massive chandelier overhead. Everything screamed extravagance, from the imported china to the absurdly shiny silverware I was slightly scared to touch.It was my first time seeing food like this in person, much less being expected to eat it. I took a bite of the duck first, and I swear I saw stars. It was too good. Unfairly good. But even with food like this in front of me, I couldn’t relax.Because across the table, Joseph Bryan Greyson—the infamous patriarch himself—was watching me.No, studying me.He hadn’t said much during the first few minutes, but his silence was more unsettling than anything. Joaquin sat to my left, politely eating, cool as ever. Meanwhile, I co
Pen & Passion For Protection
Ethan drove in silence.The city lights flickered past the windows, muted behind the tinted glass. The air inside the car felt heavier than usual—dense with everything that hadn’t been said since that night.I sat by the window in the backseat, my legs crossed, the silky slit of my burgundy dress riding high on my thigh. I knew exactly what I was doing. And I could feel Joaquin noticing.He sat beside me, hands clasped in his lap… until I caught him stealing a glance.He cleared his throat—sharp and sudden, as if trying to shake off a thought.I turned to him slowly. “You okay?”“Yeah,” he said, eyes lingering for a second too long before he looked out the opposite window. “Fine.”I didn’t believe him for a second.He shifted in his seat and then reached out for my hand.I blinked as his fingers wrapped around mine, lacing them together tightly, deliberately.A show. A couple in love. That’s what we were here to do, right?I stared at our hands blankly. I said nothing.He turned his he
Pen & Passion Two Could Play This Game
Two days had passed since that night—the night he kissed me, touched me, and then walked away like I was a mistake.Since then, Joaquin and I had slipped into a silent routine, the kind that only cracked open when convenience demanded it.We both worked from home, communicating only when absolutely necessary—when discussing the status of manuscripts or coordinating meetings.Nothing personal. Nothing close.The warmth from before had all but vanished, like a curtain drawn over the sun.It was late in the afternoon when we were seated across each other in his study. Papers scattered between us, a laptop open to a shared document as we read through a final chapter submission from one of our authors. We gave notes. We revised. We edited.Just like normal.“I just flagged a pacing issue in chapter fifteen,” Joaquin said, voice neutral.I nodded, eyes still glued to the screen. “Got it. I’ll adjust the timeline slightly to make the transition smoother.”“Thanks,” he said. “And—right, before
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