TORN BETWEEN THE CEO AND HIS BIKER TWIN

Kade’s povI was at the vip section at the club, sipping through my glass of wine when I saw her. I would recognize her even from afar; her beauty was always enchanting. She was the girl that I never got to make mine.At first, I was going to pretend like I did not see him, like every other day at family dinners, when she sat next to my brother, but suddenly things were starting to heat up with the bar attendant, and I knew that I had to step in.“Amber!” I called slowly, but her irritation immediately turned to a frown, and she was about to walk out on me. I knew that trying to explain anything to her was going to be a waste of time, given her current condition, so I hauled her up and carried her in my arms.“Let me down!” She yelled with irritation in my face, reminding me of that same clumsy look she always had when we were still kids.I took her to my car, opened the other side, and tossed her in, shutting the door at her while she was still yelling.I did not stop driving until I

Amber's POVThat night, I could not sleep.I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my body wrapped in silk sheets that cost more than most people's monthly rent.The penthouse was quiet except for the soft sounds since most of the staff were already asleep. Adrian was still in his office, probably on another "business call" with Vivienne.I should have been angry, I should have been planning my revenge or my escape. Instead, all I could think about was Kade.The way his hands had felt around my skin. How his mismatched eyes had looked at me like I was the only woman in the world, and the way he looked at me. It sent shivers down my spine.I wanted to ignore all of it, but my body had other ideas, and I was already starting to get wet down there.This was insane. I had just committed adultery. I should be drowning in guilt, not lying here wanting more.The bedroom door suddenly opened, jerking me back to reality. Adrian walked in, loosening his tie.He looked tired but still perfect. His

Amber's POVThe elevator doors closed behind me.I stood there, phone pressed to my ear, Marcus Wolfe's voice smooth and unhurried on the other end like he had all the time in the world and knew it."Who are you?" I asked. My voice came out steadier than I felt."Someone who has been watching your husband destroy a very valuable company for a very long time." A pause. "And someone who knows that Kade Blackwell is not the man Adrian told you he was."My finger hovered over the end call button. Everything in me screamed that this was a trap. Another one of Adrian's tests. Another carefully laid wire stretched across my path to see if I would trip."How did you get this number?""Mrs. Blackwell." He said my name as it amused him. "I have been in rooms your husband does not know exist. Getting a phone number is the least interesting thing I have done this week."The elevator hit the lobby. The doors opened. I stepped out into the marble foyer of The Apex and kept walking, kept my face neu

Amber's POVMarcus Wolfe's business card was still in my coat pocket.I had found it that morning while reaching for my gloves, a slim, cream cardstock with nothing on it except his name and a private number embossed in dark ink. No company. No title. No explanation. Just the quiet arrogance of a man who assumed his name was enough.I had not told Kade about it.I did not know why exactly. Maybe because everything I handed to Kade felt like surrendering another piece of the control I was barely holding onto. Maybe because some instinct I could not fully articulate was telling me to keep one card, just one that nobody else knew I was holding.Now, sitting in the back of the car Adrian had sent for me, watching the city blur past the tinted windows in the last gray light of evening, I turned the card over in my fingers and thought about what it meant that Marcus Wolfe had slipped it into my pocket without me feeling it.He had been close enough to touch me without my knowing.That was n

Amber's POVThe address on the back of Wolfe's card led me to a building in the Financial District that had no signage.Not unusual in Manhattan. Plenty of serious money operated behind unmarked doors. But this building had a particular quality of invisibility that felt intentional rather than incidental. Twelve stories of dark glass and clean lines, wedged between two older limestone buildings on a narrow street that most GPS systems routed around rather than through.I sat in the back of a cab for thirty seconds after it stopped, looking at the entrance.A single door. Brushed steel. A small panel beside it with a keypad and nothing else. No buzzer. No nameplate. No indication that anything existed behind it except more buildings.Come a