LOGINAsher didn't plan to see Kai Voss again after that night. He planned to pay his mother's medical bills, keep his head down, and survive. Then Kai — commanding, possessive, the kind of CEO who fills a room without trying — offers him a job that pays more than Asher has ever seen. It's just business. It has to be. What follows is slow and inevitable. Close quarters, charged silences, and a dominant man who looks at Asher like he's the only thing worth looking at, then retreats behind cold authority by morning. The line between professional and something far more consuming dissolves faster than either of them planned. Asher knows better. He falls anyway. Then he finds out what Kai's empire is built on. What — who — it cost. His father. Everything reframes in an instant. Every kindness, every stolen look, every moment Asher mistook for something real. The man he's been falling for is connected to the death that hollowed out his family — and now he has to decide what to do with a truth that arrived too late, wrapped in something that feels dangerously like love. Vengeance or surrender. Hatred or the thing quietly replacing it. Some men are impossible to trust. Some are impossible to leave. Kai Voss is both.
View More******************Ashers Pov**************************“What’s that?”Kai’s voice was low, his eyes locked on the folded check still clutched in my fingers. My hands went rigid, cold as ice. The paper suddenly felt like it was burning me. Should I tell him? Matheo’s face flashed in my mind — that calculated smile, the casual wink. Do I even owe Kai an explanation? I wasn’t sure. But fear still coiled tight in my stomach at the thought of his reaction.I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat threatening to choke me.“I—”GAAW!!!The gunshot cracked through the air like thunder. Birds exploded from the trees in a chaotic frenzy of flapping wings and panicked cries. People screamed. Cars slammed on brakes. My heart stopped. My breath stalled completely.The bullet had been aimed directly at Kai.He moved like lightning, dodging at the last second as the shot slammed into a nearby tree, bark exploding outward in a violent spray. His eyes narrowed, scanning the direction the shot had come
The door had barely clicked shut behind Asher when Luka sauntered in like he still had every right to be here.I saw red instantly.“I see you’ve gotten yourself a new pet,” Luka purred, his eyes flicking toward the door Asher had just disappeared through. “He’s quite a pretty one, I must say. When does he bore you?”My jaw ticked so hard I thought it might crack. The memory of Asher on his knees for me just minutes ago — the way he had looked at me with those wounded eyes — burned behind my eyelids.“What the fuck are you doing here, Luka?”“Oh, me?” He smiled that same maddening smile and began circling me slowly, like a predator who knew he was safe. His fingers brushed my chest, trailing down my arm in a way that used to set me on fire. Now it only made my skin crawl. “Just an old friend paying you a visit. Swear you didn’t miss me, Kai?”I stayed stiff, every muscle locked tight, boiling with rage I could barely contain.“We were perfect together,” Luka whispered, leaning in clos
I had barely taken three steps into the hallway when the voice stopped me cold.“Hey babe… missed me?”The words wrapped around my chest like a hand squeezing too tight. I knew that voice. I had heard it once before — that same mocking, honeyed tone on the sidewalk weeks ago. The blonde. Kai’s ex. The one Kai had dismissed so easily. “Don’t worry about him. He’s nothing.”Funny how those words kept echoing.I froze mid-step, one hand still lightly touching the doorframe. My lips felt swollen. My knees ached from the hardwood. I could still taste Kai on my tongue, thick and bitter-sweet. The warmth of what I had just done for him was still flushing my cheeks, but it curdled fast under the weight of that casual endearment.Hey babe.Not to me. Never to me.I turned my head slowly. There he was — Luka — leaning against the wall like he owned the hallway, long blonde hair loose over one shoulder, that pitying smile playing on his lips. His eyes dragged over me, taking in the snowman shirt
The death of Jobes Baker had detonated across every platform by sunrise. International news outlets ran it as the lead story. Blogs, podcasts, cable channels, and social media feeds all circled the same damning detail: Baker had last been seen entering the Voss-owned headquarters in New York. The very building where I had sat across from him in my office only days earlier.The timing was surgical. Someone inside the family—or close enough to pull strings—had orchestrated this perfectly. My name wasn’t printed in bold yet, but the implication hung over every broadcast like a blade. Voss heir questioned in connection with suspicious death. They didn’t need proof. They only needed the narrative to sell.By mid-morning the street below the penthouse had become a media siege. Dozens of reporters, camera crews, and photographers pressed against the barriers, microphones raised like weapons. They shouted questions at every shadow that passed a window, desperate to be the first to capture a r
He caressed my face with his thumb, rubbing his cum in slow, deliberate circles across my skin before pushing it into my mouth. “That was fun,” he said, his voice edged with deep satisfaction and pleasure. I couldn’t look up at him. I also couldn’t push him away. This was exactly what I had signed
I inhaled deeply, still heaving and panting, desperately trying to catch my breath. Kai moved behind me without a word. He bent me over until my face was pressed into the pillows, ass up. His hard, veiny cock slid between my parted cheeks, heavy and intimidating. My hands were still cuffed behind m
Even though I had worked for years at the bar, I had never been pushed into role-play this intense. Othello used to tell me stories about this kind of stuff, and I would always call him sick. Now, staring at the array of terrifying tools laid out on the bed, my breathing grew shallow. But I refused
The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur. Kai’s words kept replaying in my head on an endless loop: “At my apartment. 9pm.” The deep timbre of his voice still lingered, sending unwelcome shivers racing down my spine no matter how hard I tried to ignore them. I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t concentrate






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