The contact is electrifying. And memorable. Like the first kiss I ever had, but a million times better.My eyes flutter shut and my neck tips back on its own accord. His grip on my jaw is gentle yet demanding. His lips are soft, like the feather of a baby bird. They’re hot too. Deliciously hot.I lift a hand to cup the back of his neck and press his face closer than it already is. I want to feel him as much as I can. As deeply as I can.His other hand rests on my waist which he gives a gentle squeeze. A fire ignites in me, burning hot and bright all over my body, but especially in the spot between my legs.Neal’s lips detach from mine and kiss a trail up my face, to the sensitive spot beneath my ear.A breathless moan escapes from me.My heart is racing hard and fast, pumping hot, aroused blood through my veins. His tongue flicks out to lick at the sensitive skin and I arch, pressing my body into his own.His hand on my waist starts to trail lower as his lips make a slow retu
"Mom, I told you already. Neal and I aren't dating." My fingers tighten around my phone, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat rising in my cheeks. On the other end, Mom's voice, high with giddiness, practically vibrates through the receiver, "But you moved in with him. And so quickly too." I press my free hand to my forehead in exasperation. "Mom, it's not like that," I groan. "It's purely for work. Mr. Ward needs me closer so we can... streamline things. You know...perks of being his head secretary as well as his assistant." "Is that so?" she hums, still not convinced. I blame James. Big mouth went and told her about my moving in with Neal. "Well then you better do a great deal of streamlining." The emphasis she places on 'streamlining' makes a blush rise up my face and spread down my neck. Kya Griffin, ever the romantic. "Besides," I tell her, "It's a temporary arrangement. I'll be out of here soon." She chuckles in a knowing manner, "Temporary, hmm?
I sit in my new bed, in my new room as I stare out of a giant window at the city below. The skyline is dusted a beautiful, dark orange as the sun sinks into the horizon. Then the city twinkles, like bright stars in an endless pitch galaxy.Being in the penthouse for the third time isn’t as bad as I imagined. As long as I avoid that cursed balcony, the experience is turning out to be a good one. Neal has been hovering and sweet. I'm surrounded by more comfort than I know what to do with.I just have to keep an eye on Ethan who is busy exploring the giant apartment. I don’t want him breaking anything.Something wafts through my nose. Something delicious.I stand and make my out of the room. Sure enough, I hear a sizzling sound coming from downstairs. My feet carry me to the direction of the sound. What I see there has me temporarily blown away.Neal is in the kitchen, standing over a sizzling pan. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of pants and an apron that covers little to not
The next day at work, I head upstairs to Neal’s office for the first time without being summoned. My eyes feel heavy and I rub at them. The result of having little to no sleep last night.How could I when all I could think about was how Neal was faring in his ginormous penthouse apartment?Granted, Agatha stayed behind to keep an eye on him but I couldn’t help worrying. I even made sure to keep my phone beside me in case he called but he didn’t.I need to see him and ascertain that he’s okay before I’ll be able to rest easy.When I reach his door, I knock twice before pushing it open and stepping into the office. He’s seated behind his massive desk, typing away at his computer.I don’t know what I was expecting to see. A man still in the process of recovering from an ordeal as gruesome as what he faced yesterday, maybe. Instead, here he is looking as handsome and put together as ever. His hair that was unruly is now properly brushed and slicked into place. His skin is dewy and
“Oh my God,” I gasp, clasping a hand over my mouth and pointing to his face, “Neal, you’re…you’re bleeding.”His eyebrows furrow, like he’s going to cry, as he lifts a shaky hand to his nose. His fingertips touch the blood streaming out and he brings them away to have a look.His face is dangerously pale.“Agatha.” “What?” He stares at me with wide, pained eyes. “I need Agatha.” My expression is stricken and it has nothing to do with jealousy.“Neal, you need a doctor.” He shakes his head, still staring at the blood on his fingers.“I need Agatha. She’ll know what to do…ah!”He winces and clutches at his head once again. Without another word, I’m springing up to my feet and going in search of his phone.Thankfully, he doesn’t have a password and I immediately scroll to her contact and dial it. While it rings, I turn to look at Neal who is sagged against the couch, groaning in pain.“Neal, hey.”Agatha’s voice sounds casual and relaxed over the phone. I feel bad to ha
I arrive back at the company’s premises pissed out of my mind and ready to unleash hell. My smart watch reads five forty–not an unusual time for Neal to still be at the office.Luckily for me, I don’t have to waste time re-entering the building; Neal walks out of the entrance and towards the garage. His jacket is slung over his arm and he carries a leather briefcase. I fume as I watch him stroll so casually after he just upended the lives of innocent people. “…you mean you lost your wallet?” He’s talking on the phone. Most probably to Louis.“Let me get this straight; you got blackout drunk at a yacht party and lost your wallet? I’m sorry to break it to you but you were…”“Neal Ward!”He jumps and turns to his right to see marching towards him. He taps the small back buds in his ear, “I’ll call you back… Yes it’s Star… Tell her that yourself.”He removes the earbuds and I see an emotion flash across his face. Guilt, most definitely. “You bastard!” I seethe, stabbing a fin