LOGINMarilyn’s breath caught in her throat. Raymond’s words hung between them like a challenge. “Tell me to stop,” he had whispered, his voice rough with barely contained restraint. “And I will.” She didn’t say a word. The silence was her answer. Raymond’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as one hand slid slowly up her thigh beneath her skirt. “Good girl,” he murmured, the praise low and filthy. “You’ve been thinking about that night too, haven’t you? The way I spread your legs on that hotel bed. The way you were so wet for me even though you were nervous.” Marilyn moaned softly, her head falling back as his fingers traced teasing circles on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Heat flooded her core. She could feel herself growing slick, her body responding to him with embarrassing eagerness. “You were so tight,” Raymond continued, his voice a dark rumble against her ear. “So fucking tight around my cock. I had to go slow a
The following morning, Marilyn resumed work at Stewart Crown Tower with quiet determination. She arrived early, settled at her desk, and immediately immersed herself in the reports and proposals that needed her attention. The office was still calm, the morning light filtering through the large windows, but her mind refused to settle. Every few minutes, her thoughts drifted back to the previous night. Raymond’s proposal. His calm, direct words. The way he looked at her across the table as if the decision was simple for him. Not love. Not marriage. Not even a girlfriend. Just an exclusive arrangement. A convenient arrangement. Marilyn bit down on her lip as she stared at her screen. Technically, her answer should have been no. It was the sensible and the safest choice. She had principles and pride, she had worked too hard to reduce herself to someone’s convenient pleasure. Yet the memory of that first night refused to leave her alone. The way he had touched her. The way he moved insid
Marilyn spent nearly an hour standing in front of her wardrobe, pulling out one dress after another only to reject each one. It was either too formal, too casual, too obvious or too plain. With a frustrated sigh, she tossed another outfit onto her bed and stared at the growing pile of rejected clothes. What exactly was she dressing for? Dinner. That was all. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. Unfortunately, her heart refused to cooperate. Every time she thought about what had happened inside Raymond’s office earlier that afternoon, her pulse immediately sped up. She couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. Or the way he looked at her. Even the jealousy in his voice, and the honesty. Most of all, the fact that he hadn’t denied it. Raymond Stewart could have said anything. He could have hidden behind arrogance. He could have pretended, instead, he had admitted it. “I hate seeing you with someone else, Marilyn.” The memory alone was enough to make her stomach flutter
Madison’s words kept repeating in Marilyn’s head like a warning. “The boss wants to see you.” Usually, she would have gone immediately. She would have gathered her tablet, straightened her shoulders, and walked into Raymond’s office without hesitation. Today was different. Today, she knew exactly why her stomach felt like it was tied into knots. She had genuinely enjoyed herself, and somehow, the thought of Raymond finding out made her feel guilty. Which was ridiculous. Julian was her friend, and nothing more. Yet here she was, staring at Raymond’s office like it contained a death sentence. Several minutes passed. Then ten. Then fifteen. Marilyn was still standing there, pretending to review documents she hadn’t actually read. Across the hallway, Madison eventually looked up from her computer. The older woman studied Marilyn through the glass wall, then sighed. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “Poor girl.” Madison had spent years working beside Raymond
The following day passed far more peacefully than Marilyn expected. For once, Raymond didn’t call her into his office every hour, nor did he find excuses to keep her close. He didn’t even send her on impossible errands, or stop by her desk. The strange conversation they had shared after leaving the Abraham estate seemed to have settled into an unspoken truce between them. At least on the surface. Marilyn spent most of the morning working on the implementation reports for her guest experience proposals. Several department heads had already begun contacting her for additional details, which surprised her more than she wanted to admit. Only a few weeks ago, she had been carrying coffee trays and trying not to get fired. Now senior executives were requesting her input on company-wide projects. The change felt surreal. Around noon, she stretched her arms above her head and leaned back in her chair. Her neck ached from staring at spreadsheets all morning. Just as she reached for her bottl
The journey from Abraham's estate was more quiet than the journey there. The morning sun spilled across the streets of Crystal City as Raymond’s black luxury sedan moved smoothly through traffic. Lawrence sat behind the wheel while Raymond occupied the rear seat beside Marilyn. Normally, the silence between them would have felt tense. Today, however, it felt different. For the first time since meeting the Abraham family, Marilyn found herself lost in thoughts she couldn’t organize. The breakfast had gone far better than she ever expected. Tristan Abraham had been welcoming. Madison had been her usual composed self. Even Isolde had surprised her with genuine kindness. But the biggest surprise of all had been Mr. and Mrs. Abraham. Especially Mrs. Abraham. The elegant woman had treated her with such warmth that Marilyn still couldn’t understand it. She remembered the older woman squeezing her hand before they left. “You must visit us again, dear.” The words echoed repeatedly insi
The next morning, Marilyn was already awake long before her alarm rang. In truth, she had barely slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, her mind drifted back to the short text Raymond had sent the night before. Tomorrow. 7:00 AM. Be ready. You're coming with me. That was all he
By the time Marilyn returned to her desk after the strategy meeting, the executive floor had grown noticeably silent. Most people had already buried themselves in work again, but she could still feel a few curious glances drifting her way whenever she walked past. Word traveled fast inside Stewart
The morning after the gala, Marilyn woke up feeling unusually restless. She lay in bed staring at the ceiling of her apartment for several minutes before finally forcing herself to get up. No matter how hard she tried, her mind kept replaying the events of the previous night. The event in the priv
Julian Kane turned out to be exactly the kind of man people expected successful billionaires to be. He looks charming. And easy to talk to. The conversation flowed naturally as he guided Marilyn through another section of the ballroom. Unlike Raymond, Julian didn't make her nervous. He wasn't int







