INICIAR SESIÓNElliot's POV
The whispers started on Tuesday morning. I walked past a group of people near the copy machine, they stopped talking then stared at me until I turned the corner. At first I thought maybe I had something on my shirt but when I checked in the bathroom mirror everything looked normal. By lunch the staring got worse. Every time I walked through the office people would look at me then look away real quick when I caught them. Some of them did not even bother hiding it because they just stood there watching me like I was some kind of show. I tried to ignore it while I worked on the reports Aiden needed, but it was hard to focus when you could feel eyes on you all the time. Maya from accounting walked past my desk three times in one hour even though her office was on a completely different floor. The third time she did it I looked up so she smiled at me in this fake way then kept walking. Something was going on but I did not know what. Nobody would talk to me directly because they just whispered to each other instead. I heard Aiden's name a few times mixed in with the whispers which made my stomach hurt. Around two I needed coffee bad because my head was starting to pound from stress. I got up then walked to the break room hoping nobody would be in there but of course there were like five people standing around the coffee maker. They all got quiet when I walked in. I ignored them then went straight to the coffee pot to pour myself a cup. My hands shook a little bit while I added sugar because I could feel them all staring at my back. "Must be nice," someone said loud enough for everyone to hear. I turned around to see who said it, a guy named Derek from sales was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. He was older than me maybe in his thirties with a smug look on his face. "What?" I said. “Having the boss wrapped around your finger like that," Derek said then looked at the other people like he was performing for them. "The rest of us have to actually work for our jobs." My face got hot. "I do work." "Sure you do," he said then laughed. "Is that what you call it?" The other people in the break room were watching us like this was entertainment. "What are you trying to say?" I asked even though I already knew. "I am saying maybe you should tell us your secret," Derek said while walking closer to me. "How exactly does someone with no experience become Aiden Blackwood's favorite person in like two weeks? Are you sleeping your way to the top or what?" Everything stopped. The room got so quiet I could hear the coffee maker bubbling. My whole body felt frozen because I could not believe he just said that out loud in front of everyone. "That is not true," I said but my voice came out weak. "Come on," Derek said. "Everyone knows something is going on between you two. He brings you lunch, he defends you when Vivian messes with you. He looks at you like.." "Like what?" a cold voice said from the doorway. Everyone turned to see Aiden standing there with his arms crossed. His face looked calm but his eyes were angry in a scary way. Derek's face went white. "Mr. Blackwood I was just.." "You were just what?" Aiden said while walking into the break room. "Accusing my assistant of sleeping with me? Spreading rumors? Creating a hostile work environment?" "I did not mean anything by it," Derek said while backing up until he hit the counter. "It was just a joke." "A joke," Aiden repeated flat. "You think sexual harassment is funny?" "No sir," Derek said real quick. "I am sorry." "You are fired," Aiden said angrily." Clean out your desk then leave the building within the hour. Security will escort you out." Everyone gasped at the same time. Derek looked like someone just punched him in the stomach. "You cannot fire me for making a joke," Derek said but his voice shook. "I can fire you for creating a hostile workplace," Aiden said. "For sexually harassing another employee, for insubordination. Pick whichever reason you like best, now get out of my sight." Derek looked around at everyone else like they would help him but nobody said anything. He grabbed his coffee cup then walked out fast without looking at me. Aiden turned to look at everyone else in the break room. "If anyone else has questions about my relationship with my staff they can bring them to HR or they can join Derek in the unemployment line. Is that clear?" Everyone nodded real fast. "Good. Get back to work." People left the break room so quick it was like they were running from a fire. In about ten seconds it was just me standing there holding my coffee cup while trying not to shake. Aiden looked at me for a long moment then said "Come on" before walking out. I followed him because what else was I supposed to do. We got in the elevator together. He pressed the button for our floor then the doors closed leaving us alone. The elevator started moving up slow. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly. I nodded because I did not trust my voice right now. My throat felt tight like I might cry which would be the worst possible thing I could do in front of him. "Elliot," he said. "Thank you," I said, my voice cracked on the words. I looked down at the floor so he would not see my face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw his hand move toward my shoulder then stop in the air between us. It just hung there for a few seconds like he wanted to touch me but could not decide if he should. The elevator dinged, then the doors opened. His hand dropped back to his side. "Nobody will bother you again," he said. "I will make sure of it." I walked out of the elevator then went straight to my desk. My whole body felt shaky but also warm because Aiden Blackwood just fired someone for disrespecting me. That had to mean something right?CHAPTER 60: Ghosts of the Past Elliot's POV The hotel suite felt smaller after Aiden hung up the phone. He set it down on the nightstand like it might burn him, then rubbed a hand over his face, shoulders slumping. The peaceful afterglow we’d built through hours of reconnecting sex evaporated in seconds, leaving only tension in its place. “Sophia,” he said finally, voice flat and tired. “My ex-fiancée.” I sat up against the headboard, pulling the sheet around my waist. “You were going to marry her?” He nodded, not meeting my eyes at first. His fingers traced absent patterns on the sheet. “Two years ago. Our families pushed it hard. It looked perfect on paper…old money, shared business interests, the kind of strategic match that strengthens empires. I thought I could make it work. I wanted to believe I could finally be the son my father expected me to be.” I waited, watching the way his jaw worked as he chose his words. Aiden rarely talked about his past like this, peeling back
Elliot's POV By morning, the photo had spread like wildfire through the company. It wasn’t confined to the gossip blog anymore. Screenshots flooded internal group chats. People I barely knew stared openly in the elevator. The whispers had evolved into something louder, bolder. I caught fragments everywhere: “Did you see them in the car?” “No wonder he’s been distracted.” “How long has this been going on?” I kept my chin up and my expression neutral, but the weight of it pressed heavy on my chest. Every hallway felt longer. Every meeting carried an undercurrent of judgment. Aiden had been unreachable most of the morning, locked behind closed doors with PR and legal teams. When the company-wide email came through announcing an all-hands meeting at two o’clock, my stomach twisted into knots. The large conference room was packed wall to wall. Tension hung thick in the air as people filed in. Aiden stood at the front of the room, composed in a crisp navy suit, but I could see the st
Elliot's POV The investigation started quietly, like everything else in this building. By mid-morning, security was reviewing access logs and camera footage. Whispers turned into pointed glances in the hallways. By lunch, fingers were already pointing squarely in my direction. I felt the shift everywhere. Colleagues who used to nod politely now avoided eye contact. A senior analyst casually asked if I’d been working late in Aiden’s office lately. Someone from legal stopped by my desk to request files I’d handled the day the document went missing. The missing merger file wasn’t just gone, it had become a weapon, and I was the easiest target for people looking to shift blame. The tension followed me all day. I kept my head down, answered questions with clipped professionalism, but inside it burned. Aiden stayed locked in back-to-back meetings most of the day. I didn’t see him until after seven, when the floor had finally emptied and he texted me a single line: My office now. He wa
Elliot's POV The office felt different the next morning. No one said anything to my face but the air had shifted. Conversations died when I walked into the break room. Rumors had started. By lunch, I’d heard fragments…nothing direct, just enough to make my skin crawl. “Aiden’s been distracted lately.” “Wonder what’s really going on with the new guy.” I kept my head down and my expression neutral, but every time Aiden’s name came up in a meeting, the tension ratcheted higher. He stayed locked in his office most of the day. I only caught glimpses of him and the same exhausted look he’d worn after his father’s call. The weight of it pressed on me all afternoon. By the time five o’clock rolled around and the floors emptied, my shoulders ached with it. Aiden’s text came through simple and direct: Come up when it’s clear. His apartment was quiet when I let myself in. He was already in the bedroom, loosening his tie with sharp, frustrated movements, the city lights flickering through
Elliot's POV I kept checking the side mirror the entire ride to the restaurant, half-convinced someone would spot us. Aiden’s hand rested heavy on my thigh under the table once we were seated in the private back room, his thumb tracing slow circles that made it impossible to focus on the menu. “Relax,” he murmured, voice low enough that only I could hear. “No one knows we’re here.” I wanted to believe him. The place was quiet, dimly lit, the kind of spot where deals were made and secrets stayed buried. We ordered quickly, and for a while it almost felt normal, stealing bites from each other’s plates, trading quiet laughs, his knee pressed against mine under the table like he couldn’t stand even that small distance. But Aiden had been quieter than usual all evening. I waited until the plates were cleared and the waiter had disappeared again before I pushed. “You’ve been somewhere else tonight,” I said. He looked at me for a long moment, then exhaled. His fingers tightened around
I got to Aiden's place after work because he called me and his voice sounded different so I knew something was up. When I walked inside he was sitting on the couch and he looked tense. He pulled me down next to him right away and started talking. Aiden said Vivian came to his office earlier that day and she confronted him about me. She told him that my influence on him was too much and that he was changing because of me. Vivian said I was messing up how he ran things at work and that he needed to step back from me before it caused real problems. She kept talking and said it was not good for him or the company and that he should listen to her because she knew what was best. Aiden told me he let her finish then he shut her down cold. He said to her that this was not her place to talk about his personal stuff and that he did not want her opinions on who he spent time with. Aiden told her straight that I was important to him and she should stay out of it from now on. He said it in a







