I tried to act normal the next morning. Pretend nothing happened. That I hadn’t moaned Dominic’s name into the pillow while his fingers bruised my hips, or fallen asleep curled into his chest, legs tangled and skin still damp with sweat. I tried. But I failed miserably. I couldn’t stop thinking about his mouth, his voice, the way he looked at me like I was a drug he couldn’t quit.And the worst part? I didn’t want him to quit.The office was colder than usual. Not in temperature, but in atmosphere. He walked in late, phone pressed to his ear, face hard and unreadable. The moment he stepped into the room, something in me straightened. Like I was tuned to his frequency and only his.He didn’t look at me. Not even a glance.I spent the day filing reports and trying not to look at the ring on his finger. But when I went to the break room just before closing, he was already there, standing by the coffee machine like it hadn’t been the place where he once pinned me to the counter with a loo
The kiss should’ve been a mistake.Something we pretended didn’t happen.But it wasn’t.Because ever since that night, I couldn’t stop replaying it—over and over again. The way his hands gripped my body like I was something sacred. The way he made me come with just his fingers and a growl in my ear. The way he looked torn apart after, like kissing me broke something inside him.And maybe it did.Because three days passed, and he didn’t speak to me. Not in meetings. Not in the hallway. Not even in passing.I was invisible.And yet, I could feel him watching me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I could feel the heat of him across the room. Like a storm that hadn’t struck yet, just hovering—thick and electric.And tonight, the storm finally hit.It was past 9 p.m. when I got the text:DOMINIC: Bring the quarterly contracts to my suite. 58th floor. Room 5803.No “please.” No “thank you.”Just an order.My fingers trembled as I reached for my blazer and gathered the files. I didn’t ask why
I should’ve known better than to take this job.Not because the pay was bad—it wasn’t. And not because the work was hard—I could handle that.But because from the moment I met Dominic Hale, I forgot how to breathe.And that’s dangerous. Especially when the man who leaves you breathless is your boss. And married.The glass walls of Hale Industries reflected the sunset, turning the building into a tower of gold. I walked through the lobby with hurried steps, heels clicking on marble, heart pounding like I’d swallowed it whole. My hands clenched the folder he needed—urgent documents he requested I bring up myself.“Top floor,” the receptionist said, eyeing me with a mix of curiosity and pity. “He’s working late again.”That made two of us.The elevator ride was quiet except for the hum of nerves in my chest. I’d only been his assistant for three weeks, but every day felt like a slow seduction I never agreed to join.He never touched me. Never flirted outright.But the way his eyes linger
I didn’t say a word.I couldn’t.The air between us was suffocating in the best and worst ways. His breath mingled with mine. My heart was thudding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. And Lucas… he didn’t look like my boss anymore.He looked like a man fighting the last of his control.“I told myself I shouldn’t open them,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “That it was wrong. Invasive. That I needed to delete the folder and pretend I never saw it.”He reached up, his fingers brushing my cheek, so lightly I almost didn’t feel it. But I did.“But I opened them anyway. Not once. Not twice.” He inhaled sharply. “I opened them more times than I want to admit.”My stomach flipped.His eyes darkened as they dropped to my lips. “You have no idea what those pictures did to me, Sofia.”My breath hitched.“The way you looked…” His voice cracked like he couldn’t find the right words fast enough. “You weren’t just beautiful. You were… unreal. Powerful. Like you owned the room. Like yo
Monday morning.I walked into the office with a little more bounce in my step than usual, coffee in hand, hair actually cooperating for once, and a quiet, lingering glow on my skin. I guess self-love does that to you.This weekend had been surprisingly… empowering. I kept going back to those photos I’d taken. Not to critique, not to judge—but to admire. I finally felt like I owned my body again. Like I could take up space without apologizing for it.It was a refreshing feeling.I didn’t even flinch when I walked past reception and headed for the elevator. Normally, I’d panic about seeing Lucas—worry about whether my blouse was wrinkled or if I’d remembered to put on enough lip balm. But today?I felt unshakable.When I stepped into the elevator, I caught my reflection in the metal walls. Subtle makeup, soft pink lipstick, my cream blouse tucked neatly into a navy skirt. Professional, but… confident. I liked how I looked. I liked how I felt.The doors opened on the 17th floor, and I ma
Lucas’s POVIt was a quiet Saturday afternoon. I was at home, laptop open, half-focused on emails I’d ignored all week. The office was supposed to be off-limits in my mind today—until a notification popped up in the corner of my screen.A file sent via AirDrop.From… Sofia?My brows drew together.Sofia? My assistant?It had to be a mistake. It was the weekend, and she never messaged me outside work hours—unless it was something urgent. And even then, she was polite enough to send a formal email, not randomly drop a file on my device. I hesitated for a moment, curious, confused, mildly concerned.Then I clicked on it.A folder opened.And I froze.My breath stalled in my throat as the first image loaded.It was her.Sofia.Naked.And absolutely breathtaking.I sat back, stunned, one hand still frozen over the mouse. My heart kicked hard against my ribs as image after image filled my screen. Her bare skin. The arch of her spine. The confident, raw way she looked at the camera.These we