Unwrapped Wishes

Aria The soft hum of my ring light filled the quiet, a faint buzz in an otherwise still room. I adjusted the camera again—tilting it down, nudging it just slightly to the left—until the frame was just right. Perfect. On the screen, my reflection stared back. Cherry red lips curled in a confident smirk, eyes sultry, teasing. In this light, I didn’t look like Aria Vale—the exhausted freelancer scraping by, who counted every cent and worried about her sister’s next hospital bill. No. Tonight, I was Luna. Flawless. Desired. Powerful. My fingers flew over the keyboard as notifications began to chime, one after the other. “Welcome back, Luna ” “That red set should be illegal…” “On your knees for Daddy.” I laughed softly, slow and breathy, then eased down to my knees on the plush faux-fur rug. The red lace clung to my curves—thin straps barely holding me in, the thong cutting a daring line along my hips. But I didn’t dress for them. I dressed for him. My gaze flicked

The elevator chimed softly, its doors sliding open like a quiet invitation into my world.Stepping onto the penthouse floor, the city stretched beneath me—a glittering sea of lights and shadows, sharp glass towers slicing the horizon. From up here, I controlled everything: deals, people, and fortunes. It was the kind of view that reminded me I was untouchable.Except today, even that wasn’t enough.My office smelled of leather and polished wood, the faintest trace of espresso still hanging in the air. My team was already humming along—the soft click of keyboards, quiet voices in low conversations, phones ringing here and there.“Morning, Mr. Cross,” my assistant said without looking up, eyes glued to her tablet. “Quarterly projections are finalized. Investors from Zürich want a call at three.”I nodded, barely registering her words. “Schedule it. Also, have legal review of those amended contracts by the end of the day.”She made a note and moved on, a well-oiled cog in the machine of

XANDERI leaned back in my chair, gaze flicking to the time on my Rolex.She’d be here any minute.Across from me, my secretary stood waiting, tablet in hand. Efficient. Steady.“When the new marketing hire arrives,” I said, voice low and smooth, “send her directly in. No delays.”“Yes, Mr. Cross,” she replied, and turned to go.As the door closed behind her with a quiet click, the silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was charged.Aria Vale.Not Luna. Not the screen siren who came apart at the sound of my messages.But the real woman.I’d studied her resume a dozen times. Watched her performances far more than I should admit. What started as curiosity had twisted into obsession—tight, cold, hungry.I told myself I’d be composed. Professional. Just another CEO greeting a new employee.But I was a goddamn liar.My cock was already hard beneath the tailored wool of my suit pants, straining against control I’d been clinging to since the moment I saw her name on the HR docket.I shifted

AriaThe office telephone rang, sharp slicing through the quiet hum of computers and clipped conversation.Without missing a beat, I picked it up and brought it to my ear“Hello?”A voice, clipped and professional, came through. “Miss Vale, Mr. Cross would like to see you in his office.”My throat went dry. “Now?”“Yes. Immediately.”The call ended without another word.I sat frozen for a second, heart thudding. Then I pushed to my feet, smoothing my skirt with clammy hands. The heels I’d worn with quiet confidence that morning now sounded too loud, each step echoing through the marble hallway like a countdown.When I reached the end of the corridor, the sight of his name etched into the glass door made my stomach twist.Xander Cross, CEO.I swallowed hard. Knocked.“Come in,” his voice called out—calm, composed. Controlled.I stepped into a room so sleek and cold it