ANMELDENHeat crept across Cleopatra’s cheeks as memories slipped quietly into her thoughts the way Calvin’s voice had dropped to a teasing murmur, the reckless pull of his gaze that made her heart stutter, the shared moments that felt dangerously intimate and intoxicating. She remembered how their closeness blurred the line between defiance and desire, the unspoken hunger in his touch, and the wild, secret thrill that followed every stolen kiss and whispered promise they had shared in the quiet shadows of their world.“Cleo, spill it.”Katie’s sharp voice pulled Cleopatra back from her wandering thoughts.“Umm…” Cleopatra hesitated, looking away.Katie’s gaze remained fixed on her. “Yes, go on.”“Umm…” Cleopatra dragged the sound out nervously.Katie suddenly snapped, “Damn it, just tell me already!”“We have kissed thrice,” Cleopatra admitted quietly.“What? That’s unbelievable,” Katie replied, eyes widening.“And…” Cleopatra continued slowly.“And what?” Katie pressed immediately.“We almo
“Sir, here are the reports.”Davin’s voice was steady, but the tension beneath it was impossible to miss.He stepped forward and laid the thick stack of documents onto the polished table between them. The sharp sound of paper against wood echoed faintly in the quiet office. Photographs followed glossy prints sliding across the surface, faces and buildings captured in frozen moments.“Sit down,” Calvin said.Davin sat across from Calvin, posture straight but tense, a thick folder resting on his lap.Calvin remained seated behind his wide mahogany desk, fingers loosely clasped, expression unreadable. The office was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner.“You have it?” Calvin asked calmly.“Yes.”Davin opened the folder.“Anthony’s gym fitness company in Verenna is called Titan Dominion Fitness Group.”Calvin didn’t react outwardly, but his eyes sharpened slightly.“It’s not a regular gym,” Davin continued. “It’s a full-scale corporate fitness empire. Headquarters in cent
“Tell me, fairy, do you enjoy it when I kiss you” he whispered his thumb teasing her n****e Her breath caught in her throat. “I—I love… love it,” the words escaped her lips in a trembling whisper, fragile and unguarded. A faint, almost predatory curve touched his lips. In one swift motion, his hand found her waist and pressed firmly. She was lowered against the table, the cold surface meeting her back as his strength overwhelmed the space between them. His other hand swept across the stack of documents beside her. Papers scattered violently to the floor, a soft, chaotic storm of white sheets fluttering like startled birds in the charged silence. His fingers slid inside her shirt finding her n****e, getting hard instantly, she gasped. In a swift motion his hand grabbed her breast squeezing firmly and her gasp came loudly this time. “Am I going too fast, fairy?” he asked, his voice low, careful, almost restrained as if he were holding back a storm. Cleopatra’s breath trembled. “No
Calvin descended the staircase slowly, each step echoing with deliberate weight, as though the very air in the hall bowed to his presence. Silence tightened around the gathering crowd. Some lowered their gazes. Others held their breath. “Insolent,” he said at last, voice low and cold. He stopped midway down, lips curving faintly in something that was not quite a smile. “Really.” “And you believe so?” His gaze swept over Hollander with quiet disdain. “Tell me… did you come here with eyes that refuse to see, or are you simply blind even when the truth stands before you?” “I…” Hollander’s voice fractured, panic seeping through every syllable as he searched desperately for words that would not condemn him further. By the time Calvin reached him, the tension in the room had grown dense enough to choke. “This lady,” Calvin said, voice controlled but cutting, “observed that your model was in distress. She responded with professionalism and ingenuity. Instead of allowing harm, she imp
She walked forward.Each step was precise, but the tension in her aura was undeniable; jealousy coiled beneath her calm like a venomous serpent waiting to strike.She stopped beside the table and extended the terminal.“Your card,” she said evenly, though her voice carried an edge sharp enough to cut.Calvin stared at her. “You still work here?”“Yes,” Lilly giggled, pulling back slightly from Simon. “She’s been working here for about six months.”Cleopatra’s gaze snapped toward her.“Mind your business,” she shot back, the jealousy no longer fully disguised.Kiara’s lips curved faintly.“Mr. Calvin,” she purred sweetly, deliberately tightening her hold on his arm, “why don’t we take this to the room?”That was it.The final spark.“Sorry,” Cleopatra cut in, her tone no longer polite.In one swift motion, she stepped forward and yanked Kiara’s hand off Calvin’s arm. Not gently. Not politely.“He’s not going anywhere with you.”The room fell silent.Cleopatra’s jealousy was no longer s
Calvin’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade drawn in the dark.“I want a full background check on Anthony Curtis. His company. The employees under his direct command. And find out whether Cleopatra works for him.”There was no room for negotiation in his tone, only cold intent.On the other end of the line, Davin straightened instinctively. “Understood, sir.”“I need the results within three days.” Calvin turned slightly toward the window, gaze distant, calculating. “No delays.”“I’ll have everything on your desk as soon as possible, sir.”The call ended.Silence lingered for half a breath.A soft knock.“Sir, your coffee.” Lara’s gentle voice drifted in as she stepped forward, placing the cup carefully on the table.Calvin glanced at her briefly. “Thank you, Mrs. Lara.”“Oh, Mrs. Lara!”Simon’s voice burst into the room as he strode in, dropping onto the couch with reckless energy. “Can I get freshly made orange juice?”“Of course, sir. We still have fresh oranges. I’ll squeeze
A soft knock shattered the quiet stillness of Calvin’s room.“Come in,” he said calmly, his gaze remaining fixed on the window where the fading light of morning brushed the distant horizon.The door opened with gentle restraint. An older maid stepped inside, her movements measured and respectful as
“Yummy, Calvin,” she said softly when he chewed, offering a sheepish, sweet smile that softened the sharp edges of the night.“Give me too,” Cleopatra added with a soft giggle, the sound carrying a rare, unguarded playfulness.“Here,” Calvin replied.He opened his mouth slightly, waiting.“Ahh—”Bu
“Mmm…” She cleared her throat, forcing her expression into calm. “Katie mentioned her once she complimented the meal she prepared.”“Oh. I see.” Calvin’s reply was smooth, almost indifferent.His eyes shifted to Valerie. “You may excuse yourself.”“Yes, sir.” Valerie bowed quickly before retreating
Then his fingers rose.The back of his knuckles brushed beneath her chin barely there at first, a silent question. When she didn’t pull away, his touch settled, gently lifting her face toward his.Soft.Intimate.Intentional.Her breath caught.“Why do you always pretend you’re unaffected?” he murm







