Se connecterAnna is a pretty girl with dreams as wild as fire and eyes that can pierce into the soul of the most rigid person. She comes into The Archer Group as an intern interested in Investment Analysis, but is forced to be in the taxation department. She knows nothing about herself, as all her life has been spent trying to get to work in the greatest Venture Capitalist Company in New York. But the CEO of the Archer Group dies and hands the company over to his son, who is the last person who can make a company work. An artist with a specific sexual preference, private, reluctant, borderline rude, too brilliant for his own good, Carson Archer never plays by the rules. Anna only wants a chance to prove that she is better than writing reports. But Investment Analysis might just be the last thing on her mind when his gaze lands on her. At the Archer Group, falling for the boss isn't just career suicide. It’s heartbreak too. Because Carson Archer doesn’t do love.
Voir plusANNAI finally closed the door behind me, the familiar click echoing through my dimly lit apartment. The world outside still pulsed with the remnants of the nightclub: the bass in my chest, the laughter ringing in my ears, the faint glitter still clinging to my hair. I dropped my bag on the couch, kicked off my heels, and let myself sink into the cushions, every muscle screaming for rest.My phone buzzed almost immediately. I reached for it, expecting another group message from River and Cole checking in. Sure enough:Cole: You made it home alive?River: Did you survive the bougie jungle?I smiled, my fingers typing quickly.Me: Yes, yes, safe and sound.There was a pause before the next message arrived, and for a moment, I let myself breathe. The apartment was quiet except for the hum of the fridge and the distant sirens outside.But Diana’s words from earlier at the VIP kept looping in my head, relentless and insistent. “He doesn’t take just any girl to his house.” I had tried to sh
ANNAThe lights in the nightclub had gone from dizzying flashes to a slow, pulsating rhythm, like the beat of a heart trying to settle after a long sprint. River had somehow convinced Cole to attempt a dance-off, and I sat back at the bar, letting the movement wash over me instead of forcing myself into it. That’s when I saw her—Diana.She was leaning against the bar with effortless confidence, a glass of champagne in one hand, the other hand brushing hair out of her face. I recognized her immediately: Carson’s best friend. The one he had mentioned a few times, usually with a half-smile or a shake of his head, as if she could do no wrong.“Anna!” Diana’s voice cut through the music just enough to be heard. She was smiling, warm but not fake, the kind of smile that made you feel like you’d known her longer than you had.I blinked, trying to find the right response. “Diana,” I said finally, my voice uneven. My stomach twisted. Seeing her here—so carefree, so untouchable—made me suddenly
ANNAThe office smelled of fresh paint and new beginnings—or maybe that was just me convincing myself it wasn’t the same stale corporate air I’d been suffocating under. My new department was… different. Better. Cleaner somehow. Grace didn’t appear once, which was a relief. I didn’t miss her fake smiles or the way she measured people like we were all objects on some inventory sheet.“Anna!” River called from across the room, waving a hand with that signature mischievous grin of hers. “Coffee? Or do you want to be productive for once?”I rolled my eyes, but the laugh that escaped me felt lighter than it had in weeks. “I’ll grab one, but only if you promise not to judge me for drinking it black.”“You?” she said, mock horror etched across her face. “Never.”Cole leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, surveying us with his usual quiet amusement. “You two are ridiculous,” he said, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was suppressing a smile.Despite the teasing, despite the off
ANNAThe hand on my mouth was tight, unrelenting, and my stomach dropped as I realized whose voice had just spoken. Cold, venomous, familiar.“Luke.”My voice was barely more than a whisper, but it carried every ounce of disbelief, anger, and fear I felt. I shoved against him with every ounce of strength I had, managing to wrench the hand away and take a staggering step back.He didn’t move, didn’t flinch. His eyes were dark, stormy, and I realized—too late—that whatever control I had thought I had over this night, over my life, had been stripped from me the moment he appeared.“So,” he hissed, the word sharp, slicing the air between us. “You’re just another slut, huh? First my brother… and now me? You really do have a type, Anna.”Something inside me snapped. Something primal, burning, screaming for him to know just how wrong he was. My hand shot out before I even thought, connecting sharply with his jaw. The sting of my own palm reverberated through me, but I didn’t care.“How dare
ANNAI felt the weight of Carson’s eyes on me as we stepped out of the car, his hand lingering briefly on mine. I wanted that touch to comfort me, but it did nothing to steady the pit in my stomach. His father stood there, arms crossed, posture rigid, eyes sharp, and that judgment cut through me sh
ANNAI didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until the sound of movement pulled me slowly back to consciousness.For a moment, I didn’t open my eyes. I just lay there, suspended between dream and memory, my body heavy in that delicious way that follows surrender. The sheets were cool against my skin n
CARSONI noticed it before anyone else would have, because I was the only one watching her closely enough to detect the difference. Anna stopped looking at me. Not dramatically, not in a way that invited speculation or gossip.She still showed up to meetings, still delivered her reports with the sa
ANNAI saw her across the room before she even noticed me. The way she moved—careful, controlled, pretending the space belonged only to her—made my stomach twist. I had been in that position once, convinced I was the exception. Foolish. I knew better now.I stepped into her space, heels clicking so






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