LOGINELARAThe Tanaka estate is in the hills outside Tokyo, and, like everything I have noticed about the Tanakas, the sprawling compound structure is a blend of traditional Japanese architecture with modern luxury. The stone paths wind through meticulously maintained gardens, and the koi ponds reflect paper lanterns already glowing in the twilight."It's beautiful," I whisper as our car pulls through the gates."Wait until you see inside." Damien straightens his tie. "Hiroshi's grandfather built this place in the 1920s. It's been in the family for four generations."We're greeted at the entrance by staff who guide us through sliding doors into a grand reception room. The space is stunning, with tatami mats, shoji screens, and a view of the gardens that takes my breath away.Hiroshi appears, now in his traditional formal wear. "Welcome to my home. Please, come meet the rest of my family."The evening unfolds like something from a dream. Hiroshi's extended family is there—his sister, her hu
ELARAThe elevator ride to our suite feels endless. Damien’s hand rests low on my back, his thumb tracing slow circles through the silk of my dress, each pass sending heat curling low in my belly. The doors slide open with a soft chime, and he guides me inside, the city lights of Tokyo glittering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows like a sea of stars.He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t need to speak to carry out every promise he made to my body.The moment the door clicks shut, he presses me against the wall, although careful and controlled, the tension in his body is electric. His mouth finds mine in a kiss that’s all hunger and pride and possessiveness that makes my knees weak. I taste the faint sweetness of the tea from earlier, then the sharp edge of his need as his tongue strokes mine, deep and deliberate.“Two hours,” he murmurs against my lips, voice rough. “Plenty of time to remind you exactly how fucking brilliant you are.”His hands slide down my sides, finding the zipper at the
ELARAHiroshi Tanaka's office is a study in contrasts, with traditional Japanese elements mixed with cutting-edge technology. Wood and paper screens alongside holographic displays and ancient art beside modern sculptures are seen around the office.The man himself is in his late sixties, silver-haired, and wearing an impeccably tailored suit. His eyes are sharp, assessing, missing nothing."Mr. Ashford." They bow slightly to each other. "Thank you for making the journey.""The honor is mine, Tanaka-san." Damien's Japanese is flawless. I didn't even know he spoke it.Then Hiroshi's attention turns to me."And this is Miss Blake."I bow, not too deeply, remembering the protocols. "Tanaka-san, thank you for having me.""Your Japanese is good," he observes."Only a few phrases. I didn't want to presume by attempting a full conversation and making mistakes."The corner of his mouth quirks. "Honest. I appreciate that." He gestures to the seating area—low chairs around a traditional tea tabl
ELARAThree days after Damien returns from Singapore, we're having breakfast on the penthouse terrace when his phone rings.He glances at the screen and frowns. "It's Yuki."My stomach tightens, but I keep my voice level. "You should answer it. The merger still needs to happen."He hesitates, then accepts the call on speaker. "Yuki.""Damien." Her voice is crisp and professional. "I've reviewed the revised timeline. My father isn't happy about the delay, but he's agreed to the video conference signing next Wednesday.""Good. Thank you for accommodating.""However, there's a condition." Pause. "He wants to meet Elara."I nearly drop my coffee cup.Damien's jaw tightens. "Why?""Because you made her the reason for postponing a fifteen billion dollar deal. My father is old-fashioned—he believes in understanding all factors that might impact our partnership. That includes your... personal commitments.""Elara isn't a factor to be assessed—""Nevertheless, those are the terms. Bring her to
DAMIENThe flight home feels endless.Fourteen hours spent replaying every conversation with Elara over the past two weeks. Every time I chose work over calling her. Every time, I let the distance grow because it was easier than dealing with the mess.Noah is in the seat across from me, working on his laptop."Sir, if you don't mind my saying, you made the right call."I look up. "You think?""Miss Blake is good for you. She grounds you. Reminds you there's more to life than acquisitions and board meetings." He closes his laptop. "I've worked for you for eight years. I've never seen you as... human as you are with her.""Human?""Present. Engaged with something other than work." He gives a rare smile. "It's good. Don't lose that.""I almost did.""But you didn't. I think that's what matters."When we land in New York, it's 6 AM with pouring rain. The city looks gray and unwelcoming.But somewhere in that city is Elara.And suddenly, it's the most beautiful place in the world.ELARAI'
ELARAI'm in the Blackwood conference room, presenting the quarterly marketing results, when my phone vibrates for the third time in ten minutes.I ignore it, clicking to the next slide. "As you can see, the Morrison campaign exceeded projections by thirty-two percent. Social engagement is up, brand awareness has increased in our target demographics—"My phone buzzes again.Jennifer glances at me, concerned. I never take calls during presentations."Excuse me for just one moment." I check the screen.Four missed calls from Damien.My heart stops. He never calls during my work hours. He never interrupts unless...The phone rings again."I'm sorry, I need to take this." I step into the hallway and answer. "Damien? What's wrong?""Nothing's wrong." His voice is strained and tired. "I just... I needed to hear your voice.""I'm in the middle of a presentation...""I know. I'm sorry. I just—" He breaks off. "Can we talk? I mean, a conversation without shutting each other out?""Now?""I kno







