تسجيل الدخولHer body stiffened when Grayson's piercing eyes flicked to it. His gaze lingered on Tyler’s hand around her waist. Slowly…his jaw tightened, something dark moved across his eyes before they returned to her face.
Tyler followed her line of sight and saw him too. His jaw clenched instantly.“Well,” he muttered under his breath. “Looks like the party just got interesting.”Grayson didn’t respond immediately. He just walked. Every step -measured. Every movement- slow an| SAME DAY: EVENING TIME | The house didn't just speak of wealth, it announced it. A cacophony of laughter echoed from the house. Gracefulness spilled from every corner, rich and expensive perfumes tangled with the delicious aroma of desserts and different meals. The guests were few like they were carefully selected. Men and women of influence, investors, executives, and power players, stood in small clusters with every conversation layered with meaning. Ciara smiled as she looked around, loving the setup with her arm tangled with Blake's. They were the kind of couple people noticed without trying. “ Are you sure he is coming?” Blake asked, referring to Grayson. “ He is, I'm certain,” Ciara assured, looking back briefly to see if his car would be arriving any time soon, but what she caught sight of was someone else. Her heart skipped so hard but she maintained a hardened face and looked away, pretending not to have seen him. Bennett. Blake's adopted brother. “ What a n
Her eyes shot wide, body frozen as he claimed her lips with the kind of urgency that froze her senses completely. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't asking, it was proving something. Shock shot through her body, rooting her in place, then instinct kicked in, she dropped the files and moved her hand to his chest, giving him a hard push, stopping the kiss. Her body shook. Her lips parted still feeling the lingering warmth of his lips. Her mind scrambled. Her breath-uneven. This was Tyler. This was what she had always wanted. But…why does it feel so wrong? Her chest… it feels more aching, not exploding as it would have. “ Tessy.” His voice came but her mind betrayed her with a flash. Grey eyes. A voice. [ “ You let another man touch you?”] Her breath stuttered. Her hand trembled. Her eyes gazed up slowly with tears brimming. “
“ Family dinner is tonight. I won't accept excuses…so make sure you're there.” Her firm statement was the last thing Ciara said before exiting the company. Grayson gave no response or reaction. Minutes had passed into hours, yet he was still standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the city that stretched beneath him, but this time he was on a call. His reflection stared back at him, calm and untouched, phone pressed against his ear. “ Tell me the numbers,” he said. Then a pause before Desmond’s voice said on the other end, steady but edged with curiosity. “ The drop happened exactly the way you projected. Timing was…precise.” Grayson’s gaze didn't shift. “ Of course it was.” Another pause, longer this time. “... You're sure no one traced it back?” Desmond asked. A faint smirk tugged at his lips. “They're looking for a mistak
“ What did you just call me?” His eyes glared dangerously at her, causing her palm to sweat but she wasn't going to give in. “ I said what I said. Of course I'm going to forget about it, I wanted to warn you to never try that with me, just because you're my husband doesn't mean..” “ Never to try that with you?” “ Yes.” She affirmed defiantly. “ And forget about it?” She scoffed, then chuckled. “ I never even thought of it since last night, it's so unthinkable.” Grayson narrowed his eyes at her, and something close to amusement flashed in his eyes. His lips curved into a tiny smile. “ Are you telling me to never kiss you again?” His gaze fell on her lips, staring darkly, intensely, like he wanted to grab her and claim them. It made her body shiver slightly, making her fully aware of her own lips. “ Yes.” She tried to maintain her defiance which seemed to be slipping under the weight of his gaze. He smirked, still staring at her lips. “ Is that a command? Or a request?” She swa
The instant he saw the footage of them exiting the house together on his phone, something inside him went still. She was gorgeously dressed in a black short gown, smiling as she left with him. It cost him only a call to find out where they had gone. His jaw tightened as he remembered Tyler's arm around her waist, how close they were. No matter how many hours had passed, he couldn't get it out of his head, out of his mind, how he had felt that moment. He has seen a lot, business betrayals, lies, enemies, people who thought they could outplay him, but none of it had felt like this. Like it wanted to snap his chest open. Following him everywhere, remaining stuck in his mind even as Casp drives him to the company. [ Her expression. The way she hadn't stepped away immediately. The way Tyler had looked at her like he still had a place.] Grayson’s eyes darkened. He didn't like that. At all. But then, his fingers brushed absently against his lips and for a brief second,
Her body stiffened when Grayson's piercing eyes flicked to it. His gaze lingered on Tyler’s hand around her waist. Slowly…his jaw tightened, something dark moved across his eyes before they returned to her face.Tyler followed her line of sight and saw him too. His jaw clenched instantly.“Well,” he muttered under his breath. “Looks like the party just got interesting.”Grayson didn’t respond immediately. He just walked. Every step -measured. Every movement- slow and deliberate. The room seemed to shrink around him. Conversations faltered. Music dimmed in perception. Even Tyler felt the weight pressing down.Then Grayson’s gaze locked on him—just two words, spoken in that calm, unshakable tone.“Hands off.”Tyler smirked, trying to hide the sudden uncertainty creeping in. He scoffed and tilted his head as if to dare him. “ And if I don't?”The tension thickened. Tessa’s throat tightened. She remained stiff as she awaited







