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CHAPTER FIFTY NINE
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Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE
BEVERLY The hum of the secondary elevator bank on the 38th floor was a low, mechanical purr that vibrated through the soles of my heels. I stood near the back corner of the stainless-steel cab, balancing a towering stack of blue archival ledgers that Arthur Harrison had tasked me with retrieving from the regulatory compliance department. The files were stacked nearly to my chin, creating a broad, paper shield that completely obscured my face and upper body from anyone stepping inside. At the 35th floor, the elevator doors glided open with a soft chime. Three women from corporate communications stepped into the cab, their heels clicking sharply against the floorboards as they settled near the front doors, oblivious to my presence behind the heavy stack of paper. "Did you see the security update this morning?" one of the women whispered, her voice laced with sharp, eager excitement. "Corporate IT wiped the entire media forum. You can't even search the intern tags anymore." "Of cour
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR
BEVERLYThe illusion of peace shattered at precisely eight-fifteen on Thursday morning.I had barely sat down at my desk, unbuttoning my tailored navy coat to reveal a high-collared cream silk blouse, when I felt the change in the room. The air on Floor 50 felt instantly thick, heavy with a sharp, suffocating static. The low hum of keyboard typing had ceased. Whispers—hushed, frantic, and pointed—cut through the administrative layout like small, deliberate blades.I didn't flinch. I kept my chin raised, my posture perfectly erect, and logged into my terminal with a smooth, unhurried cadence.A quiet vibration rattled my desk. It was a text from Sarah.Sarah: Bev, don't open the company forum or the internal messaging channels today. Just don't look.My fingers hovered over my mouse. I didn't need to ask what was happening. I opened the internal network, my dark eyes cool and steady as I navigated to the central media board.There, pinned at the top of the morning updates thread, was a
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER SIXTY THREE
BEVERLY A full month had passed since I first stepped onto the 50th floor of Vance Global, and two weeks since the toxic article had flared across the company intranet. In the immediate aftermath of the post, I had braced for a lingering storm—whispers in the breakroom, icy stares in the elevators, or awkward interventions from Human Resources. Instead, the entire situation had dissolved into a quiet, eerie stillness. No follow-up threads were posted. No internal memos were issued. The anonymous author had vanished back into the digital ether, and as the relentless pace of corporate deadlines pushed the scandal into the background, the buzz died down completely. To the rest of the company, the article had become a forgotten piece of idle office gossip. But every time I sat at my desk, looking at the heavy double walnut doors of Damian’s private suite, I knew the quiet wasn't an accident. Damian had handled it with surgical, terrifying precision behind closed doors. The lack of noi
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER SIXTY TWO
BEVERLY The hum of the glass express elevator taking me up to Floor 50 on Tuesday morning felt subtly, unnervingly different. When the doors glided open, the usual crisp, professional atmosphere of the executive administrative floor was replaced by a strange, suffocating stillness. Subdued whispers hovered in the air, dying down the second my heels clicked against the dark carpet. As I walked toward my desk, I could feel dozens of eyes tracking my every movement—junior analysts nudging one another behind dual monitors, senior secretaries glancing up with expressions ranging from cold disdain to quiet, pitying curiosity. I kept my head high, my posture perfectly poised, smoothing down the front of my cream silk blouse. Beneath the silk, the thick black leather collar pressed securely into my throat, the silver D pendant resting against my collarbone—an unshakeable anchor in the sudden storm. I reached my station, set down my tote bag, and logged into my terminal. The internal com
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER SIXTY ONE
BEVERLYThe quiet expanse of the Vance estate held a rare, profound stillness on Friday evening. Damian had been delayed downtown by a late-stage international shipping acquisition, leaving the sprawling mansion entirely mine for the night. After the crisp, structured cadence of the 50th floor and the relentless pace of the workweek, the solitude felt less like loneliness and more like a vast, velvet canvas waiting to be filled. I shed my corporate attire in my bedroom, letting the high-collared blouse, the tailored skirt, and the constraints of Beverly Jones fall to the floor. Remaining only in my thick black leather collar with its gleam of silver at my throat, I pulled on a minimalist obsidian bikini, grabbed a plush towel, and padded barefoot down the marble steps toward the estate's private indoor pool wing.The subterranean pool chamber was a masterwork of architectural intimacy, lit by low, amber-toned sconces that cast long, liquid reflections across the dark granite walls. St
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER SIXTY
BEVERLY Monday morning brought the return of the pristine, high-octane order of the 50th floor. The weekend at the club felt like an intoxicating, feverish dream, but as I stepped off the glass express elevator at eight-fifteen sharp, I was the picture of polished corporate poise. I wore a high-collared, plum-colored silk blouse that completely enveloped my neck, a tailored charcoal pencil skirt, and a sleek black blazer. Beneath the silk, the thick black leather collar pressed firmly against my skin, the silver D pendant resting in its familiar place against my collarbone—my secret, unbreakable tether to the man whose name topped the building. By mid-week, my integration into the administrative floor had become seamless. I handled executive correspondence, organized confidential briefing binders, and managed data flows with an efficiency that earned quiet nods of approval from Arthur Harrison. Beyond my desk, I was building a comfortable social circle among the junior staff. Dur
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER THREE
BEVERLY I woke up entangled in my duvet with no idea about how and when I actually fell asleep. There is no need for me to actually hide out in my room. He must have definitely disappeared again ,just as usual. Getting off my warm and extremely comfortable bed,I went into the bathroom to shower
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER TWO
BEVERLY I recognised his voice from the numerous calls and late night chatting over the phone. I finally saw him, my crush,the man who has been taking care of me in place of my father. The kiss flashed through my mind again. That was the first time I ever got turned on from a kiss. God.
Sweet Little Temptation CHAPTER ONE
BEVERLY Having a crush on an older, more capable man had completely ruined dating for me. No guy my age ever measured up. Not when I knew what it felt like to be cared for by someone who remembered every little thing about me. Someone who listened when I spoke. Someone whose voice alone cou
Sweet Little Temptation PROLOGUE
BEVERLY I still remember the smell of the hospital that night. Antiseptic. Cold air. Death. It clung to my skin long after they covered my father’s body with a white sheet. I was sixteen years old, sitting alone in a plastic chair with trembling hands and swollen eyes while nurses walked past m
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