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Author: Mira Lyra
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Celeste woke to the gentle hum of sunlight seeping through her bedroom blinds, warm streaks brushing her bare shoulder. No lingering scent of someone else on the sheets. Just clean linen and the faint trace of lavender from her pillow spray.

Just her. Just right.

She stretched, toes flexing against the cool edge of the bed before slipping into the rhythm that grounded her.

Downstairs, she tapped her playlist on and let the pulsing beat carry her through her workout. Pushups, crunches, a few rounds with her resistance bands—enough to make her muscles hum and remind her who she was when no one was looking.

A shower rinsed away the sweat and the night before. She wrapped herself in a towel, steam fogging the mirror as she stared at her reflection and smirked. No regrets. No strings. Just clarity.

Coffee brewed while she scrolled through her calendar—two virtual consults, one in-office meeting later this week. She poured the dark roast into her favorite oversized mug and curled up on the
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  • The Seduction Clause   9

    The airport was humid with early afternoon heat, the kind that clung to bare skin and turned suitcases into sun-baked bricks. Celeste emerged from the terminal with purposeful strides, scanning the pickup lane for a silver sedan she knew too well. She’d insisted on renting a car, offered it three separate times—each suggestion dodged with sweet charm and stubborn warmth. Her mom rolled down the window with a grin, waving like she hadn’t just texted “I’m here!” five minutes ago. “Get in, sugar! I put your favorite sweet tea in the cupholder.” Celeste couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips as she tossed her duffel in the back and slid into the passenger seat. The scent of gardenia air freshener and peppermint gum hit her like a memory. “Mom, you didn’t have to come all the way out here.” “Nonsense,” she said, patting Celeste’s knee. “I like the drive. And Lord knows you’d get lost trying to find my house in a rental. GPS doesn’t know a gravel road from a goat trail.” Cel

  • The Seduction Clause   8

    Three weeks later.Celeste had almost finished packing when the notification came through—encrypted, timestamped, marked PRIORITY.She glanced at it with mild curiosity, expecting another dry log from Dom: Julian at his office, Julian at his favorite café, Julian back home for dinner with Vivienne. That had been the rhythm for weeks. Predictable. Flat.But this one was different.Dom’s message read:“Need your eyes on this. Cross met someone tonight—man in his late fifties, not part of his usual orbit. Quiet interaction in a park near his building. No tech, no paper trail. Julian dropped something. Other man pocketed it. No handshake. No words. Just silence. No one’s supposed to know he was even outside tonight. I double-checked the calendar. Nothing scheduled.”Celeste’s brows furrowed, the edge of her focus snapping into clarity.She pulled the attached photos up on her laptop. Grainy, low light, but Dom’s lens was good. Julian stood slightly hunched, talking—or not talking—to a st

  • The Seduction Clause   7

    Surveillance Report – Subject: Julian Cross Agent Assigned: Dominic LaRoux – Initial Sweep Objective: Behavior log / confirmation of routine integrity 14:15 – Cross exits office building Standard exit through side lot, no assistant or driver. Alone. Wears tailored navy suit, unremarkable briefcase. 14:35 – Arrives at a small bookstore on 42nd Spends twenty minutes browsing nonfiction titles. Purchases one: "The Quiet Strategist" by Myles Eckhart. No apparent connection to work. 15:10 – Walks east, enters private club (non-membership location) Club is quiet, high-end, typically reserved for discreet meetups. No appointment on public calendar. Stays approximately 57 minutes. Security won’t release guest list. No photos inside. 16:10 – Exits club, makes a detour to nearby tailor Brief conversation. No fitting. Tailor confirms adjustment was dropped off last week. Pick-up scheduled for Friday. Nothing significant. 16:35 – Returns home. No signs of additional stops. No guests. No deli

  • The Seduction Clause   6

    Celeste woke to the gentle hum of sunlight seeping through her bedroom blinds, warm streaks brushing her bare shoulder. No lingering scent of someone else on the sheets. Just clean linen and the faint trace of lavender from her pillow spray. Just her. Just right.She stretched, toes flexing against the cool edge of the bed before slipping into the rhythm that grounded her.Downstairs, she tapped her playlist on and let the pulsing beat carry her through her workout. Pushups, crunches, a few rounds with her resistance bands—enough to make her muscles hum and remind her who she was when no one was looking.A shower rinsed away the sweat and the night before. She wrapped herself in a towel, steam fogging the mirror as she stared at her reflection and smirked. No regrets. No strings. Just clarity.Coffee brewed while she scrolled through her calendar—two virtual consults, one in-office meeting later this week. She poured the dark roast into her favorite oversized mug and curled up on the

  • The Seduction Clause   5

    As the cereal clinked softly into the bowls, Celeste leaned a hip against the counter, watching Nate with a half-smile as he shook the carton of milk like it might tell him its secrets."Still cold," he announced, pouring a generous splash into both bowls. "Barely," he added with a smirk.The hush of night clung to the kitchen, punctuated only by the faint hum of the fridge and the ticking of the clock above the sink. Nate leaned against the counter, shirt now clinging lazily to his frame, the top button of his jeans still undone. Across from him, Celeste stood with her arms crossed, one hip cocked, the air between them already cooling.“Plans tonight?” she asked, voice low but even, like they hadn't just been tangled in each other ten minutes ago.Nate glanced at his phone, screen lighting up his face. “Actually, yeah. Buddy of mine’s throwing something downtown.” He didn’t meet her eyes when he said it.She nodded, unsurprised. “Sounds fun.”He smiled faintly, that lopsided grin tha

  • The Seduction Clause   4

    The click of the lock echoes in the quiet apartment, and Celeste is already shedding her silk blouse, half-turned from the door. "No small talk, huh?" Nate's low voice rumbles with amusement, a slight grin playing on his lips as he bends to untie the laces of his work boots. He comes straight from a job site; the faint, earthy scent of sawdust clings to his worn jeans and the simple white t-shirt stretched taut across his broad chest. He looks rugged and casual, utterly delectable, a raw masculinity that is both unsettling and incredibly appealing. His late thirties sit well on him, his body a testament to meticulous care, much like the cases she once handled with such precision.He still thinks she is practicing law, arguing high-stakes divorces, a demanding career that perfectly justifies her insistence on nothing more than casual encounters. It isn't entirely a lie, of course. She is still an attorney, barred and meticulously maintaining that status, but the days of battling in cou

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