LOGINMelissa’s POVThe pleasure builds fast, way faster than I expected, and I come with a cry, my pussy pulsing around his fingers as my legs tremble. Zane didn’t give me time to recover. His hands grip my ass, angling me until I’m nearly at a ninety-degree bend with my arms wrapped around the column for support. And then he’s inside me, his cock stretching me in one smooth, deep thrust.I wrap my arms tighter around the column, arching my back, and he thrusts into me hard, each snap of his hips driving him deeper.The way his fingers dig into my hips is intense, almost aggressive, but in that burning, sexy way that makes my blood sing. “Zane,” I whimper, my voice lost in the roar of the storm as he shifts, hitting that perfect spot inside of me.He pulls out suddenly, spinning me again so my back braced against the column, and enters me from the front, his chest pressed to mine as one arm hooked my leg up and over his shoulder—hell, I didn’t even know I was that flexible. “I want
Melissa’s POV“That was a success.”Zane walks around the venue, touching the tables and looking at everything. All my pieces have been sold. Over twenty investors have secured their spots to have shares in the new brand. We just have to smooth out all the details, and it’s all going to be good.What happened with Eleanor is the only thing that went wrong.I sit at the side of the small stage, feeling strange. The way she looked at me, the way she talked… it’s almost like she knew.I think she already knows.“Are you alright?” Zane asks, sitting next to me. “You know, we can go home and—”“I’m alright, it’s just that….” I trail off and look into his kind eyes. “Did you see the way she looked at me? That wasn’t normal, right? I mean, she jumped to that conclusion.”“Everyone can just dismiss her as being crazy,” Zane says.“That would be the case if it’s just her.”He raises an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”“Andrew knows now too,” I confess. “He confronted me about it. He asked me to co
Third Person POV“Have you seen Daddy?” Eleanor asks Lottie as she sets up the dining table with all sorts of breakfast food that Andrew likes. “I don’t know where he is.”Lottie is playing in the living room. When she heard her mother’s question, her tiny heart leaps up with fear just a little bit. Ever since the closet incident, she’s been scared of Eleanor. But of course, she knows that if she disobeyed her mother, she would be in deep trouble.However, right now, she just doesn’t have an answer for Eleanor.Last night was bad. She didn’t know what was happening. Her mommy was taken away by the police, and her daddy didn’t even tuck her to bed. The driver had to take her home, but someone was waiting for her in their house….“Lottie!” Eleanor snaps impatiently. “Where’s your daddy? Call him down here so he can have something to eat before he goes to work!”“I don’t know where he is!” Lottie says at last. “Is he in your bedroom? Why don’t you know if you left him there this morning?
Andrew’s POVMy heart hasn’t stopped racing since I got out of the call and the study. Like a zombie, I drive all the way to the office, staring out into the distance and not even noting the people who are staring at me, whispering as I pass by.I don’t know what shakes me up more: Hunter’s call, or the fact that I might just get kicked out of the very empire that’s built and owned by my family.Yes, I own pretty much all the businesses that Grandpa left. They can’t buy it off me or anything, but they can pretty much remove all the decision-making powers that I have. Which means that if they do end up running all the businesses to the ground, I won’t have a say. I can only watch and nod as they ruin everything that we tried our best to build.I could lose everything. My estates, my money, my savings… all of it.And it all hinges on whether or not they want to keep me here.Finally, I arrive at my office. My secretary is there, pacing the floor. She immediately freezes when she sees me
Andrew’s POV“Daddy! Wake up, Mommy is getting taken by the police!”I snap awake because of Lottie’s words, peeking out of the window and seeing exactly the thing that she described. I also see the hint of vomit on Eleanor’s dress, and a strange feeling overcomes my body. Lottie is crying, and the venue is empty, and I just passed out drunk because of my inability to cope with life anymore….Eleanor is just dealing with all of this all on her own.But why do I not feel sorry for her?Still, I hate that Lottie is crying now. I don’t want to see the child breaking down and seeing her mother getting dragged away.“I’m going to get her, okay?” I say, holding her shoulders. “The driver is going to take you home. And later, I will come home with your mommy.”Lottie doesn’t nod. “What’s happening, Daddy? What did she do? Why is everyone angry with her?”That takes me aback. Not because I don’t have an answer for her, but because I do.But of course, all I say is, “I don’t know.”With that,
Third Person POVFor a moment, Eleanor can’t breathe. She can’t even properly register what’s happening.She looks at her side of the street, wondering if maybe there has been a mistake. Maybe the side with the most people is actually her event. Maybe she’s the one who didn’t know what’s going on….But as though determined to prove her wrong, fate drops Heather right then and there, rushing out of the hotel entrance and waves her arms for her. “Eleanor! Eleanor, over here!”“I can see you,” Eleanor hisses as she gets out of the limo. “What are you doing screaming my name? Did you mix up the venues?”Heather shakes her head.For the past few weeks or so, Eleanor has been acting weird. It got a little better leading up to the launch when they got the stolen designs. Heather was actually relieved to finally work on something that’s not terrible. But then, this happened.“None of the guests confirmed,” Heather says at last, embarrassed that she had to say these words out loud. “I thought







