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Chapter 18 The Elite Breakfast Hub
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Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation Chapter 19: The Ghost in the Ledger
"What do you mean the business account is going bankrupt, Mr Hemist?"Madison’s roar ripped through the boardroom, the sound so sharp it seemed to vibrate the heavy crystal carafe in the centre of the table. The executives around her shivered, their postures shrinking under the weight of her wrath. The Wellman Estates—a booming titan of Nashville for decades—had been struck by a bolt of lightning in the form of a single bank letter.Madison sat at the head of the table, her knuckles white as she gripped the leather arms of the CEO chair. To her right, Ethan sat as the COO, his expression a mask of stony calm, though his mind was racing. He didn't miss the flicker of raw horror behind his mother’s eyes. He knew Madison Wellman better than anyone; she didn't just love wealth—she worshipped the power and fame it afforded her. To lose it wasn't just a financial failure; it was an amputation. She was a wounded animal now, and even Ethan knew to be wary of her claws."Well? Will someone giv
Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation Chapter 18 The Elite Breakfast Hub
The Elite Breakfast Hub sat perched uptown, a masterpiece of glass and steel overlooking the frantic, busy life of Nashville below. Inside, the air was filled with the scent of artisanal flour and expensive beans, but the atmosphere at the corner table was one of silent, calculated power.Timothy walked in, his gait confident and fluid. He spotted her immediately. Olivia Dorian sat at their reserved table, looking every bit the queen of her domain. She wore a tailored cream ensemble that spoke of quiet wealth and a woman who knew her absolute worth. She sat perfectly still, sipping from a delicate china cup—what Tim presumed was her favourite Jasmine tea."Mother," Tim said as he approached. He took off his vintage sunglasses, the world snapping into sharper focus. He leaned down, pressing a dutiful kiss to her cheek, which she welcomed with a faint, regal incline of her head.He took his seat opposite her, but before he could even reach for a napkin, she spoke. Her voice was calm, ye
Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation Chapter 17: The Weight of Silence
The sunrise over Nashville was a pale, mocking gold, bleeding through the heavy velvet curtains of Ethan’s bedroom. He hadn't slept. The scent of Tim Dorian—that clean, angelic, dangerous aroma seemed to have seeped into the very fibres of his skin, refusing to be washed away by the scalding shower he’d taken at 4 A.M.He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the tuxedo draped over the armchair. It looked like a discarded skin. "Lust," Tim had whispered. The word was a bruise on Ethan’s soul. He felt like he was signing his own death warrant as memories of last night flooded him before he could stop them.It had felt like an eternity, staring into Tim Dorian’s immaculate, mesmerising deep brown eyes. Tim’s breath had been just inches from Ethan’s face, causing Ethan’s whole body to react in ways he didn't want—especially not in public, and especially not with the eyes that were beginning to pry on them. Their stance and stare-off had been gaining attention around the gala, a silent e
Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation Chapter 16 Roses & Prejudices
Ethan finally tore his gaze away from the painting — a burst of silver and shadow that suddenly seemed less interesting than the man beside him and looked at Tim with a raised brow.“Excuse me?” he asked, his tone cool but his voice just a shade too tight.Tim chuckled under his breath, that dry, knowing sound that always seemed to find its way under Ethan’s skin. He took a slow step forward, reaching out as a passing waiter floated by with a silver tray of champagne flutes.With effortless grace, Tim plucked one from the tray and lifted it to his lips. Ethan’s eyes betrayed him — watching, almost hypnotised, as those lips curved around the rim of the glass. The subtle motion of Tim’s throat as he swallowed… the faint sigh that left his mouth as he closed his eyes for a second, savouring the taste. It was such a small thing, yet Ethan’s pulse spiked, his stomach knotting in ways he couldn’t name.He must have lingered too long.Because when Tim opened his eyes again, there was a glint
Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation Chapter 15 Velvet Storm
Ethan steadied himself at last, though his heart raced beneath his ribs and his hands shook with a nervous energy he never knew he possessed. His entire body was a battleground of contrasts — control, composure, and something dangerously close to desire.He drew a sharp breath, meeting Tim's gaze, his voice cutting through the tension like steel."You are going to watch your tone with me, Mr Dorian," he said, low and even, not blinking. "And stop this insinuating of what is not."Tim's eyebrows rose somewhat, that maddening smirk tugging at his mouth — the kind of smirk that appeared to be both challenge and certainty. He tilted his head, voice cool, teasing, and yet subtly inquiring."Insinuating?" he echoed softly.Ethan squared his shoulders, feet planted. "Yes. Insinuating." His tone was harder now, each word slow and measured. "Quit implying what isn't so."He took a slow step forward, closing the space between them to inches where he could discern the faint glint of amber light
Timothy; My Forbidden Temptation Chapter 14 Under the Gilded Lights
The moment Ethan stepped into the Gilded Emporium Art Gallery on Norman Street—the most exclusive gallery in all of Nashville, a sanctuary for the rich, the elite, and the mighty, the atmosphere hit him instantly. The scent of fresh paint mingled with expensive perfumes, polished marble, and the faint trace of champagne bubbles bursting in tall crystal flutes. They all glittered. Gold-leaf ceiling mirrored the light of dazzling chandeliers, casting rays over glass walls adorned with irreplaceable paintings like jewels in a crown.A slenderly dressed man in a stylish black suit came out at the door, slightly bowing.“Your jacket, sir?” he asked smoothly.Ethan gave a small nod, sliding off his tailored coat and passing it over without a word. His expression stayed collected, but his eyes, sharp and restless, were already sweeping the vast hall.The music drifted on the breeze, a quiet string quartet playing a delicate piece to soothe and astonish. Tuxedos-clad men and couture-gown-wear
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