LOGINChapter 7.
By the third day, Skye had come to one undeniable conclusion.
Kai Sturm was the worst teacher in Germany.
She sat stiffly on the training motorcycle in the far corner of the courtyard, both hands gripping the handlebars so tightly her fingers had begun to ache. Sweat gathered beneath the borrowed helmet despite the cool morning breeze.
"Relax your shoulders," Kai said from where he stood with his ar
Chapter 108.The sirens grew louder outside VISION, but Skye stayed on the floor beside Greta with her fingers wrapped around her friend's hand, even though it had already begun to feel colder than it should. She knew the paramedics were coming, and she knew she'd done everything the emergency operator told her to do, but some foolish part of her still expected Greta to squeeze her fingers, open her eyes, and complain about the hour.Instead the first responders came in with their equipment and quiet urgency.One knelt beside Greta while another gently asked Skye to move back, and she obeyed, though it took more effort than she expected. Her knees felt weak, and when she stood she had to catch the edge of the desk to steady herself. She wat
Chapter 107.At 5:20 on Monday morning, Skye Hart stood in front of her apartment mirror, trying to convince herself that the woman staring back looked awake enough to run a company. Behind her, Kai leaned against the bedroom door with his arms crossed, watching her put on her earrings with the expression of someone that is personally offended by the existence of morning."Tell me again why we're leaving the house before the sun has even considered coming out."Skye checked her reflection one last time. "Because we have an event to plan, Mr. Sturm.""An event that will still exist at eight.""And a team that will start arriving at eight. I want to review the arrangements before everyone gets there."Kai pushed away from the door. "You are the director. You can arrive at a reasonable hour and order people around after breakfast."She turned to face him, smiling at the way his hair was still slightly messy from sleep. "You make it sound
Chapter 106.Sunday was the kind of day Skye wished she could bottle and keep for emergencies. There were no meetings, no emails from VISION demanding her attention, no deadlines waiting to ambush her, and no reason to leave the apartment unless she wanted to. She'd spent most of the morning in bed with Kai before he reluctantly left to meet his father and Anna, promising he wouldn't be gone long. Now, dressed in comfortable shorts and one of Kai's oversized shirts, she was stretched across the couch with a blanket over her legs when the doorbell rang.She opened the door to find Elise standing there with two takeaway bags, a bottle of wine tucked under one arm, and the triumphant look of someone who'd accomplished something extraordinary."Before you say anything, take these," Elise announced, pushing the bags toward her. "And don't you dare tell me you're not hungry."Skye took them and peered inside. The smell hit her first, sweet and buttery, and her face lit up. "No way.""Yes
Chapter 105.Skye opened her eyes, seeing the raw, primal hunger in his gaze.She felt the pressure building, the tension in her thighs trembling. As Kai hammered into her, his cock sliding through the abundance of her natural lubrication, she felt the first wave of her orgasm crash over her. Her internal muscles clamped tight around him, milking him with contractions. Kai let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening. He thrust one last time, burying himself as deep as physically possible, and released a thick, hot rope of cum deep inside her. He shuddered, his forehead resting against hers, both of them panting in the wreckage of their dinner.
Chapter 104.The scent of charred garlic and something resembling burnt rubber hit Skye the moment she stepped inside. She kicked off her heels, the silence of the hallway was then broken by the rhythmic clatter of a pan hitting a stovetop in the kitchen.Kai stood over the burner, a smudge of soot on his cheek and a look of intense concentration on his face that usually belonged to a racetrack.“What’s the idiot doing now?” She muttered.He wore a simple black t-shirt that clung to the broad muscles of his shoulders, his tattooed arms flexing as he scraped a blackened mass from a skillet."Welcome home," he said, not looking up.Skye leaned against the doorframe, clutching a thick envelope she had retrieved from the lobby. "I saw the m
Chapter 103.Skye couldn't stop thinking about Greta's expression.It had been brief, barely a flicker across the older woman's face, but Skye had spent enough time behind a camera to recognize the moment someone revealed more than they meant to. Greta had looked at that old box as though it held something she'd spent years trying to forget, and then she'd looked at Skye and almost confessed before Elise's interruption sent them in different directions.There was a larger game at play, Skye could feel it. The trouble was that she couldn't tell whether her instincts were warning her about something real or whether the kidnapping had left her seeing threats in every shadow. She'd been abducted, beaten, and held captive by a man who wanted to destroy her life, and since then every unfamiliar car and unexplained movement had become a reason to look over her shoulder. She didn't want to become the woman who suspected everyone of plotting against her, least of a







