Masuk....The next hour felt unnecessarily long as expected.Not because of the traffic—though that didn’t help—but because Lucien, apparently, had decided to commit to his playlist.Entirely.Echelon bled into Echelon, track after track, like he had something to prove. I endured the first few songs in what I’d generously call easing silence. By the fourth, I’d considered opening the window just to give myself something else to focus on. By the seventh, I was convinced he was doing it on purpose.I glanced at him.He looked… fine. Relaxed, even. One hand on the wheel, attention on the road, completely unbothered.“You don’t have anything else?” I asked eventually.“No.”No?That was ridiculous. I knew he was edging at me for questioning his music taste. Not like I’d gone overboard with it. Echelon was not my cup of tea— which, in very rational terms, meant they were overrated and we needed a change of track.“Really?” I asked, voice flat. “Are you always this committed to your bad decision
Scarlett:“New York City,” Lucien had said earlier. “Eden just acquired a new property, you’ll need to take a look. And Glenn decided to wrap up the final merger discussions during his gala over there. We’ll wait until he settles in.”So here I was, packing — partly giddy as I hadn’t been there in years, not since my college internship, and partly on edge at the fact that it was just going to be Lucien and me. Who, for the record, had worn a very particular expression when he mentioned it wouldn’t be just work. Something about ‘other things.’What other things?I had no idea.But history had proven that very little about us ever stayed… decent when we were left alone too long. And now we were about to spend days together in New York City.A slow breath left me as I shoved the last of my clothes into my bag. Once it zipped shut, I let myself fall back onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling for a moment longer than necessary, tracing the patterns to keep my mind from wandering. While t
Scarlett:Hera didn’t have to tell me. I already knew Jessa did this. Who else would? Aside from the fact that I’d literally run into her yesterday.There’d been a flicker of mischief in the way she’d looked at me as I was leaving the café. A quiet, insistent feeling at the back of my mind that told me she would do something vile.Silence stretched in the kitchen, save for the low hum of the coffee machine.I stared at my phone longer than necessary, mildly annoyed at how much I was beginning to appreciate the angle of the shot.Jessa had, surprisingly, gotten my good side. Which was ironic, considering she’d usually go out of her way to make sure I looked like shit.I was stunned, sure — but deep down, I wasn’t exactly surprised. Just… baffled. At how far she’d go to prove that growing older didn’t necessarily mean growing up.Five years felt like enough time for that.Apparently, I’d overestimated her.“Scar?” Hera’s voice crackled through the phone. “Are you still there?”I hummed,
I didn’t move for a full minute, and neither did he. If anything, he looked like he was enjoying watching me try to make sense of the fact that he had just seriously asked me to spar him.I wasn’t considering it.Okay, part of me was. For whatever reason. Maybe for the fun of it. I couldn’t tell. The other part of me was listing reasons why I shouldn’t. First, I wasn’t dressed for this. Jeans and kitten heels weren’t not exactly gym appropriate, and even if there was a possibility—“What are you thinking about?”His voice cut through my thoughts, and I sucked in a breath.He was closer now.I hadn’t even seen him move.“How ridiculous your request is,” I said, a little breathless before I could stop myself.“I asked you to try hitting me, Scarlett,” he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “I’d think most people would jump at that opportunity. No consequences.”I held his gaze, and just for a second, my eyes dropped to his lips before flicking back up.“Sounds like bait.”
My fingers hovered over the security panel outside Lucien’s room. He’d sent the passcode sometime in the early hours.As his assistant, having access to his room made sense. It would’ve been a lot less complicated if I weren’t also having wildly inappropriate dreams about him every damn night.I still couldn’t figure out when that had started.Especially last night — considering I’d gone to bed thinking about how absurd the allegation I made against Clayton was — one would think my subconscious wouldn’t twist that into Lucien’s hands tracing slow, lazy lines up my thighs in the middle of some high-profile event.Well, it did.It had been sensual.And I’d enjoyed it. Embarrassingly so.Letting out a slow breath, I keyed in the digits and the door clicked open.I paused, glancing down the empty hallway before stepping inside.The suite was blessedly quiet.Warmth met me first, along with the faint, unmistakable trace of Lucien’s cologne. I folded my arms, taking in the space properly th
“You don’t look mentally ill to me.”The blonde bombshell in front of me said it with a smile that could only be described as obnoxious. Being smug and obnoxious was the only thing Jessamine Rhodes had ever truly excelled at.I studied her for a moment.It had been five years since college, and aside from her curves, which seemed to have thickened with time, not much had changed.Still blonde. Still five-foot-three. Still chewing bubble gum like a bored teenager. Still wearing heels so tall they looked medically irresponsible. Still looking at me like I was supposed to be something she’d scrape off the bottom of her shoe.The only reason I never considered her my full-time bully was because Hera had always been ready to punch her in the face whenever she tried anything.Though, that hadn’t stopped her entirely.Once, she’d slipped a used condom into my bag and somehow gotten away with it.A forced smile spread across my face as I slowly eased my hand out of her hold.“That’s because I
“I’ll send a text when I’m ready,” I told the driver as I stepped out of the car.Red had taken Scarlett back to the hotel after the luncheon. She needed time to prepare for dinner with Glenn tonight, so the rest of the afternoon’s schedule had been shifted.Which worked perfectly for me.Because i
“I understand why this may feel unsettling, Ms. Bennett. But at the moment, there isn’t enough evidence to open a formal investigation.” Officer Klein’s words hadn’t left me in forty-eight hours. “Stay aware of your surroundings. Avoid isolated areas. Call us if anything changes.” I’d tried. For
I woke too fast, sore all over, heart pounding, every nerve still humming from the night’s aftermath.My lashes fluttered open to sunlight pouring over my face through the tall windows across the room. I was in bed, the sheets tangled around me, my body sticky with sweat and something else.I turne
The hospital smelled of antiseptic, with something faintly metallic beneath it.My heels clicked too loudly against the polished floor as I crossed the lobby, the sound sharp enough to make a few heads turn. I barely noticed them. My pulse was still trapped somewhere between disbelief and dread.‘S







