FAZER LOGINJennifer moved briskly through the executive floor, her heels clicking efficiently on the polished floors. Aria hurried to keep up, trying to take in everything at once.Open-plan workspace with individual desks for junior staff. Private offices lining the perimeter for senior executives. Conference rooms with glass walls. A break room that looked more like a luxury hotel lounge. And everywhere....everywhere....that sense of controlled power."You'll be sitting here," Jennifer said, stopping in front of a desk positioned directly outside a large corner office.The desk was beautiful....sleek, modern, with two large monitors, a phone system that looked complicated, and organizational supplies arranged with military precision. But what caught Aria's attention were the glass walls.The office behind her desk.....Damien's office...had floor-to-ceiling glass walls on three sides. She could see directly into it. And anyone inside could see directly out.To her.Constantly."Mr. Blackwood li
ARIA'S POVThe alarm went off at 5 AM, shattering what little sleep Aria had managed.She'd been awake most of the night, staring at the ceiling, her mind spinning with anxiety about today. Her first day at Blackwood Enterprises. Her first day as Damien's personal assistant. Her first day of proving she was worth the risk he was taking.Her first day of complete submission.She dragged herself out of bed, every muscle protesting. The past month of overwork at the hospital combined with barely eating had left her weak, hollowed out. She caught sight of herself in the bathroom mirror and winced.Dark circles under her eyes. Cheekbones too prominent. Collarbones jutting out. She'd lost at least fifteen pounds in the past month...weight she couldn't afford to lose.He's going to notice. He already noticed yesterday.The thought made her chest tight. She didn't want his pity. Didn't want him to see how thoroughly she'd been destroying herself. She wanted him to see strength, competence, so
Damien sat alone in his study and tried to process what had just happened.He'd done it. He'd taken her back. Sort of. On his terms. With conditions. With control.Was it the right choice? He had no idea.Could he actually forgive her? Time would tell.Could they rebuild what she'd destroyed? Maybe. If she really did submit. If she really did let him have complete control. If she proved....every single day....that she was worth the risk.His phone buzzed. A text from Julian: "How did it go?"Damien typed back: "She starts tomorrow. As my PA. We'll see if she can handle what I have planned."Julian's response: "You're really doing this? Giving her another chance?""On my terms. Complete submission. Total control. If she can't handle it, we're done for good.""And if she can?"Damien stared at the question for a long moment before responding: "Then maybe....maybe...we have a chance."He set the phone down and looked at the necklace and earrings still sitting on his desk. His marks. His
ARIA'S POVAria couldn't stop crying. A month of holding it together, of forcing herself to function, of pretending she was fine....it all came crashing down.She'd prepared herself for his anger. His coldness. His dismissal.She hadn't prepared for the way he was looking at her. Like he was seeing her....really seeing her....for the first time. Like her pain was hurting him too."I don't hate you," Damien said quietly.She looked up, sure she'd misheard. "What?""I don't hate you. I've tried. God knows I've tried. But I can't." He stood, moved around the desk, and suddenly he was right in front of her. "I'm furious at you. I'm devastated by what you did. I don't know if I can ever trust you again. But I don't hate you, Aria. I hate that I still love you."The words stole her breath. "You....you still...""Love you? Yes. Unfortunately." His jaw clenched. "I've spent a month trying to forget you. Trying to move on. Trying to convince myself I was better off without you. And I failed. S
ARIA'S POVAria stood outside the gates of the Blackwood estate at 1:55 PM, her hands shaking so badly she could barely press the intercom button.One month. One month since she'd been escorted off this property. One month since she'd seen his face. One month of suffering that had hollowed her out from the inside.And now she was back.She'd barely slept last night. Had tried on six different outfits before settling on the emerald dress....the one he'd loved, the one she'd worn that last devastating night. If this was goodbye, she wanted him to remember what they'd been. Before she'd destroyed it.She'd lost weight. Could see it in the way the dress hung looser on her frame, in the hollows of her cheeks when she'd checked her reflection this morning. Her mother had noticed too, had held her hands and said, "Whatever happens today, you survive it. You hear me? You survive."Aria wasn't sure she could. Not if he confirmed what she already knew....that it was over. That he'd moved on. Th
Damien was quiet for a long moment, Julian's words sinking in.He was right. Of course he was right. This couldn't continue. A month of suffering had proven that time alone wasn't going to heal this wound.He needed to see her. Talk to her. Face what they'd done to each other. And then decide...consciously, deliberately....whether forgiveness was possible or if they needed to end things for real this time."If I did want to see her," Damien said slowly, "what would I even say?""The truth. That you've been suffering. That you still love her. That you don't know if you can forgive her but you want to try. That you need to see her, talk to her, figure out if there's any way forward." Julian paused. "Or if you want closure, you tell her that. You tell her you needed to see her one last time to really, truly end things. Either way, you're honest. For once, you're completely honest about what you're feeling."Honest. The word tasted foreign.He'd spent a month hiding. From his staff. From
AMIEN'S POVThey walked through the greenhouse in silence, past rows of exotic plants and carefully controlled climate zones, until they reached the smaller, separate section where the Vitalis Radix grew.Damien watched Aria's face as they approached. Watched the longing in her eyes. The barely con
Of course she had. Victoria always had something "important" to discuss, which inevitably turned into thinly veiled propositions and reminders of their families' expectations."Tell her I'll see her at dinner. I have work to do.""Sir....." Marcus hesitated. "She was asking about Sarah. About the m
ARIA'S POVAria woke the next morning with her body aching in unfamiliar ways. Her ass was still tender from the spanking, marked with what she was sure were bruises. Her thighs ached. Her entire body felt claimed, used, thoroughly owned.And despite everything.....despite the jealousy and fury and
DAMIEN'S POVDamien looked at Aria's ass...red and marked from his belt, her body shaking with sobs...and felt the rage start to transform into something else.Need. Desperate, overwhelming need to claim her completely.He dropped the belt and ran his hands over her punished flesh, feeling the heat







