MasukDominic POV The car rolled up to the airport and Leo stepped out first. John was already standing there, casual, hands in his pockets like he had all the time in the damn world. Leo opened the door, and John slid inside.And of course—Hayley pounced.“Hi, I’m Hayley,” she purred, leaning in so far she was practically sitting in his lap.Good God.I bit back the urge to tell her to sit her ass down. The woman had zero self-respect. She flashed him some playful smile, twirled her hair, touched his arm…I rubbed a hand over my jaw, irritation burning through me.Pathetic.This was the person they expected me to marry?A walking embarrassment?I’d sooner let the Diaz bloodline die out than tie myself to someone this desperate.By the time we reached my place, I’d had enough stupidity for one day.“Leo, take Hayley home,” I said, already stepping out.She shot up straight.“What? No! I’m staying. I want to stay with you—”I didn’t even look back.“You’re going home.”My voice left no roo
Dominic POV I stood there for a moment, like the breath had been knocked straight out of my lungs.Jess looked pale—too pale—but there was still something about her that dragged my eyes over every inch of her. The faint flush on her cheeks, the way her chest rose a little too fast, her fingers gripping the folder like it was the only thing holding her up.Something in my chest tightened.I shouldn’t notice any of that. I shouldn’t care.I forced my voice steady.“You can take the day off. You’re not looking well.”Her lashes fluttered like the words surprised her. She looked up at me slowly, and for one stupid second, our eyes locked—hazel to gray—and the rest of the office fell away.“Thank you, Mr. Diaz.”Mr. Diaz.Anyone else saying that sounded stiff. Distant. A title.From her, it sounded… soft. Like the start of something I had no business wanting.The way her lips wrapped around it did not help.Heat slid down my spine, slow and unwelcome.I took a half-step closer before my b
Jess POV I woke up feeling… wrong.Not tired. Not hungover. Not stressed.Just wrong.A heavy, dragging feeling weighed me down like my bones were glued to the mattress. My head throbbed, my stomach twisted, and my mouth was dry like sandpaper.“What the hell?” I muttered, pressing my palm to my forehead.I hadn’t eaten anything weird.Didn’t drink last night.Didn’t do anything except stress over—ugh—Dominic Diaz.I groaned.“Great. I’m allergic to him. That must be it. One look at that man and my whole immune system collapses.”I tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness slapped me so hard I fell right back into the pillows.Jesus.I rubbed my face and turned toward the alarm clock.And froze.“OH, HELL NO!”I shot up like someone set me on fire. The clock was basically screaming at me — I was late. Not just late. Late late.“LIAM!” I yelled, sprinting down the hallway like a madwoman.But instead of chaos, I found him standing in the living room, fully dressed, curls bouncing, lunc
After last night’s disaster with my father, I needed something—anything—to pull my mind out of the power games he thinks he still controls. The man walks around like he’s the alpha of this entire city, expecting everyone to bow the second he breathes in their direction.Not me.Not anymore.This week is critical.I just secured a project I’ve been chasing for six damn months. Six months—and Jess has been here less than a week, and I land the second biggest deal of my career.If that woman wasn’t an angel sent from heaven…If this wasn’t fate…I don’t know what the hell you’d call it.I stepped into the shower, letting the hot water slam into my shoulders, trying to wash last night’s anger off me. My father’s voice—cold, commanding—echoed in my skull. His demands. His plans for my future. His expectations like a chain tightening around my throat.He still thinks he owns me.He still thinks he can control my life.He’s wrong.When I stepped out, steam rolled across the room. I walked to
Dominic POV I stepped into the elevator, not expecting her to be there.Jess.She flinched the second she saw me. Her eyes snapped to the doors like she could force them to open faster. She didn’t look at me. Not once. Not all damn day.Emails instead of coming to my office.Taking different hallways.Walking around the building like I carried a disease.Normally, I wouldn’t care.But this is Jess.The woman I’ve been thinking about for three years — the woman I never forgot. The one who slipped away before I even knew her name.And I’ll be damned if I let her slip through my hands again.I moved closer, closing the distance between us. Leaned in just enough for my breath to brush her ear and let my voice drop into something low and deliberate.“Jess… I need you.”I felt her tense.“You felt it yesterday. Don’t pretend you didn’t.”The air between us tightened instantly.I could hear her heartbeat pick up, feel the way she was trying desperately to stay in control. Her cheeks flushed
Jess POV I forced myself to calm down, evening out my breathing and praying my heart wouldn’t explode out of my chest. I stared straight ahead at the elevator doors, refusing to look at him. If I made myself small enough, quiet enough, maybe he’d forget I existed.Please, God. Just let me survive this ride.But then his voice rolled through the small space—“Jess.”My name sounded different coming from him. Too familiar. Too intimate.I swallowed hard. “Mr. Diaz ,” I replied, keeping my eyes forward. He had no right to call me Jess. That was for friends. Family. Not… him.I didn’t say anything else. If I did, I knew he’d pull more out of me. He always did.When the elevator finally dinged, relief washed through me. That was the longest ride of my life. I stepped forward, ready to bolt.But he stepped in front of me, blocking the door with his body.Of course.I rolled my eyes and glared up at him. “Do you mind?” I snapped.Before I could get another word out, his hand shot out and tr







