I am busy with work.That’s all there is to say. I’m not thinking about my relationship with Michael or the absence thereof. I’m not thinking about the way he looked at me while I stood in front of that elevator with my suitcase.I’m not thinking about the way Michael went from a man who couldn’t breathed without seeing me or speaking to me, to a man who doesn’t care to reach out to me days after I left his penthouse, to a man who didn’t care about how I felt before inviting his stupid nephew into a place that’s meant just for us.And that stupid Austin, I’m also not thinking about his audacity, the stupid smirk that curled his lips as he challenged me.Michael is mine, there’s no doubt in that. And I’ll soon rip him away from Austin in ways that’ll break him and his fragile ego, but for now, I need to keep my focus on the most important thing.My business is my priority for now.Men can wait.Love can wait.That emotional tug of war can wait, because for now, the only days I’m coun
I’m already throwing my things into my bags when I hear the front door open and familiar voices filter through the entire penthouse. And those voices grate my nerves. Gritting my teeth, I start to pack my things with more urgency, needing to get out of here before things get out of hand.I hear the room door open and close, steady steps thudding in echoes. I already know is Michael. Something clicks against the table and within a split second, his strong arms encases me and his warmth seeps into me from behind. Michael plants a kiss on the back of my head. I struggle to get away from him, but he doesn’t let me, just cages me there, continuously kissing my head until I calm down. “I’m sorry.”“Isn’t that your anthem?” I bite out.“I didn’t think—”“Who’s he with?” I cut him off, turning to face him.Michael swallows nervously. “His woman… the girl he cheated with.”I inhale a sharp breath, my chin trembling. This will be the first time I’ll come face to face with a girl I considered
One week later…“Oh my God, Kate! The decor is absolutely phenomenal. The designer promised to give it her best and she hasn’t failed. I can’t wait to let Michael know we’re just a few weeks close to moving into our home!” I squeal into the phone.“And the fashion house?” Kate asks, her voice holding the same excitement.“I’m just coming from there now,” I inform her. “Everything is already in place. I have seamstresses working on the new designs I sketched and by tomorrow, the fabrics I ordered will come in. I have a meet with Mrs. Mount… we’re hoping to have a collaboration.”“Wow!” Kate’s voice booms with excitement, “everything is working out well then?”“Absolutely!” I answer with equal excitement. “I couldn’t be happier. Okay, talk to you later?”The call clicks to an end just as the elevator dings softly. I step into the penthouse, the familiar scent of bergamot and cedarwood wrapping around me like a welcome-home hug. The afternoon light spills across the marble floors, golden
I’m sitting on the resting cushion in my office, one leg crossed over the other, back leaned against the rest and my eyes trained on the papers I’m supposed to sign, reading each line carefully so I don’t make a mistake of depositing my signature on something that’ll cost me.The commotion outside my office gets my attention. And before I can work through my confusion enough to react, the door bursts open and Adaline rushes in all smiley and giggly in a white dress.Two of my assistants run in with her, and once my eyes meet theirs, they freeze.“We were trying to—”“It’s fine,” I wave them off and they retreat outside the office. My gaze meets Adaline’s and her smile widen, hips swaying as she saunters towards me.“You’re overworking your employees, Michael,” she drawls, voice sultry. I swear it feels like she’s trying to seduce me, but I know better than to expect that from her. “Am I?” I ask.“Hmm,” she hums, now standing in front of me. She braces a hand on my thigh, softly pushi
“Hmm…” my fingers flex around the phone pressed against my ear, my heart pounding ridiculously loud in my mind as he talks me through everything. “She did what?”As the question leaves my lips and the voice on the other side starts to respond, the door clicks and opens, Adaline swaying into the penthouse with her fingers locked tightly around the handle of her tote-bag.“Send me an email, I’d like to see it.” I say, voice thick and eyes locked on my woman.She flashes me an innocent smile and I try my hardest to smile back, yet my face remains rigid.“Are you sure?” He asks.“Absolutely… better now than later.” I remove the phone from my ear, clicking the call to end before tossing it into a seat.“Your hair is wet.” That’s the first thing I say to the woman I’ve been craving to see as she stands in front of me with a smile that tells me she’s anticipating my hug and a kiss.Adaline’s face scrunches with genuine confusion—or maybe she’s just so good at lying and plying pretend—and sh
My fingers are twitching around the phone and I physically have to hold myself back from throwing it against the wall and smashing it into pieces. But I can’t. It’s Kate's phone.“Who the hell…” My voice trembles. “Who would do this?”Kate runs a hand down her face. “That’s the problem… They’re anonymous. And they’re so good at staying that way. They’re just hiding like the fucking cowards hey are and blowing shit up with their toxic followers who’re busy reposting this shit and creating an Adaline hate trend.” I shove the phone back into her hand and stand, pacing back and forth. “That day… Michael had invited a private chef, and some group of people who were too good with violins. Those were the only strangers in the house.” Kate heaves out a staggering breath. “So you think it’s one of them? Michael won’t be happy to know that people he employed would go to this length to slander his woman.”I clutch my arms to my chest. My hands are shaking. My heart won’t stop racing. “More rea
“A hotel? Really, Kate?”I roll my eyes as I step into the room—the VIP room Kate booked for this impromptu meeting of ours. “Happy to see you too after such a long time,” she tells me, voice sarcastic. I throw my back on the single-sitter cushion and take off my jacket. “This better be worth my time. I had to lie to Michael to get away from him.” I could swear he saw right through that lie but decided not to argue with me or try to stop me. I fear Michael and I are slowly getting to that point where we simply don’t comment on each other’s life. We just overlook ourselves like two strangers living together. Michael might be that way because he’s afraid he might suffocate me by asking too much.I’m becoming that way because I fear that Michael’s life is far more complicated than normal and I wouldn’t want to learn things that might leave even the slightest bit of resentment towards him in my heart.“I got us your favorite bottle, Adaline. And we might just garden.” Kate creeps up
The door shuts.My legs shake underneath me.My heart stutters.And my mind echoes with self-destructive thoughts, thoughts I’m unable to properly comprehend at this moment.I stand there, still, staring into space, skin burning from both confusion, and guilt and shame, and the feel of her lips on my skin as she kissed me on the cheek.My hands, the ones that roamed her body while I begged her desperately not just for sex, but for her trust, are limp at my sides, my muscles twitching with the need to punch something, maybe punch myself in the face for ruining a good thing.I blink, but I’m unable to see for a moment.I inhale, but the air isn’t enough. As though there’s none at all, as though Adaline’s absence has taken the air from my lungs. My chest tightens with a weight and I almost stumble.Fuck.I knew this would happen.I knew it the moment her gaze faltered on me and a loud gulp pushed down her throat. My Adaline is slipping away from me. She’s sinking deep into fear and it
Something wet lands on my face and I let out a soft groan, tucking myself tighter into the soft sheets.I’m dreaming. The dream feels vivid as fuck and it’s making me elicit all kinds of sound. Fingers knead my skin. Wetness curls around my face. Warmth surrounds me. And I feel a throbbing sensation in my core. “Fuck…” my voice is low, and I think I’m talking while sleeping.“Baby,” a whisper crawls into my ears and I whimper, trying to turn the other way. Something holds me back… down. A weight settles between my legs and I feel warm breaths on my face, lips brushing mine. I pry my eyes open just as soft lips fuse with mine, moving with slow, desperate passion. It takes me a full second to realize this is not a fucking dream. Michael is kissing me, and I’m kissing him back with the same desperation.His cock presses into my center, and I moan, thankful for the short that’s acting as a barrier between us. Michael’s hands knead my skin, holding me so tight to himself like I might