MasukChapter 141~ Niklaus ~The penthouse felt empty.Sunday evening settling into that particular quietness that came before a busy work week. But instead of reviewing reports or preparing for Monday's meetings, I found myself standing in the living room.The same room where she'd taken charge, administered the injection with steady hands despite her panic, stayed with me until I was stable.The same room where I'd kissed her for the first time. Where we'd almost had sex before she'd stopped me with three words: I'm a virgin.I smiled at the memory. At how those words had changed everything in that moment. How I'd gone from desperate need to careful restraint in seconds.And then Friday night at Melony, we'd finally…My body responded to the memory before my mind could stop it. The way she'd felt beneath me. How tight she'd been, how I'd had to go so slowly, fighting every instinct to just take what I wanted. The sounds she'd made. The way she'd looked at me afterward.Sweet. Wet. Imposs
Chapter 140~ Kesley ~"No, absolutely not. You're not leaving this booth until I get every single detail." Taraji had her arms crossed, blocking my exit with the determination of someone who would not be denied."Taraji, we're in public…""Then whisper. But I am not letting you drop a bomb like 'I lost my virginity to Niklaus Specter' and then refuse to elaborate." She leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "Start from the beginning. How did it even happen?"I glanced around the restaurant. Most people had returned to their own conversations after Taraji's outburst, but I still felt exposed."Fine," I hissed, keeping my voice low. "But you cannot react loudly again.""I promise nothing. Now talk."I took a breath and started from the beginning. The shared room. The one bed. Niklaus insisting on taking the couch. Me lying awake thinking about the kiss from the penthouse. The heat. The awareness of him just feet away."And then I heard him moving around," I continued, my face heating at the me
Chapter 139~ Kesley ~The transplant coordinator's office was small but efficient, walls covered with certificates and success stories—photos of smiling patients post-surgery, holding signs that read "2 Years Strong" or "New Life, New Me."I sat between Mom and Kim, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, as the coordinator — a middle-aged woman named Dr. Patricia reviewed Kim's file on her computer."Alright," Dr. Patricia said finally, turning to face us with a professional smile. "I've reviewed Kim's medical history and recent test results. She's a good candidate for transplant. We'll need to run a full evaluation over the next few days, but preliminarily, I'm optimistic."Kim's hand found mine and squeezed. Hard."What's the timeline?" Mom asked, her lawyer voice firmly in place. "How long until she can have the surgery?""That depends on several factors. We need to complete the evaluation, get her on the transplant list, find a suitable donor match..." Dr. Patricia pulled up somethi
Chapter 138~ Niklaus ~I drove home in silence, the city lights blurring past my windows as my mind replayed the weekend on an endless loop.Kesley collapsing on the boat. The panic that had seized my chest when she'd gone down. The hospital. Her determination to leave despite the doctor's orders.And before all of that — the night we'd spent together. The sex.God, the sex.I'd been with women before. Plenty of them. Helen and I had been together for three years and the physical aspect had been good. Satisfying. Comfortable in the way long-term relationships became.But with Kesley, it had been something else entirely.Maybe it was because she'd been a virgin — that trust she'd placed in me, that vulnerability. Maybe it was the way she'd responded to every touch like her body was discovering sensation for the first time. Maybe it was just her, the specific chemistry between us that made everything feel heightened and urgent and necessary.Whatever it was, I couldn't stop thinking ab
Chapter 137~ Kesley ~Niklaus pulled up to my apartment building, the engine idling as I gathered my things from the weekend — the clothes he'd ordered, my purse, the weight of everything that had happened sitting heavy on my shoulders."Thank you," I said, my hand on the door handle. "For... everything."He reached across and caught my other hand — the one with the ring. His thumb brushed over the diamond."Wednesday. Seven PM. Don't forget.""I won't forget." How could I? Dinner with his family. The performance that would make all of this official in their eyes."And Kesley?" His voice was softer now. "Get some rest. The doctor wasn't kidding about the fatigue.""I will," I lied, because we both knew I had a thousand things to handle the moment I walked through that door.He let go of my hand and I got out of the car, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me. Whether from the hospital stay or everything else, I couldn't tell.I walked toward my building entrance, aware of Niklaus watchi
Chapter 136~ Kesley ~"Of course you'll still have to quit, Kesley."The words landed with brutal finality. No negotiation. No room for discussion.I turned to stare at Niklaus, waiting for him to soften it. To add a "but we can figure something out" or "unless we find another solution."He didn't."You can't afford to be working at SpecterTech if you're my fiancée," he continued, his eyes on the road as he navigated through traffic. "If anyone recognizes you from the company, the story I came up with is that you wanted to be closer to me. That is why you applied at Spectertech.""But…""I know that. You know that. But that's what people should know if they ever recognise my wife as someone who once worked in SpecterTech" His voice was matter-of-fact. Clinical. Like he was explaining a business problem instead of dismantling my career. "That's not fair.""No. It's not." He glanced at me briefly before returning his attention to the road. "But it's reality. And we need to operate wit
Chapter 14~ Kesley ~I stood in front of the full-length mirror, barely recognizing myself.The dress Taraji had bought for me was... something. Bright red, skin-tight, with a neckline that plunged so low it was practically illegal, worse than the one I had worn previously. The fabric clung to eve
Chapter 11~ Niklaus ~I would recognize that outfit anywhere.Simple black pants, white blouse, navy blazer. The same desperate woman from the traffic light this morning, surrounded by shattered electronics and an angry delivery person. She'd caught my attention then — something about the way she'd
Chapter 8 ~ Niklaus ~ The leather seat of the Mercedes was cool against my back as Fred navigated through Monday morning traffic. I stared out the tinted window, watching the city wake up — coffee shops filling with bleary-eyed workers clutching their cups like lifelines, street vendors setting
Chapter 9 ~ Kesley ~ "Eight thousand dollars!" the delivery guy was still yelling, his phone pressed to his ear so hard I thought it might fuse with his skull. My watch read 8:53. Three minutes. I had three minutes to get to SpecterTech, and I was trapped on a street corner with thousands of d







