All Chapters of TWISTED AFFAIR: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MICHEAL'S POVThe second I pulled into the driveway, I felt it, that low, gnawing tension in my gut.It wasn't dramatic or loud. It was quiet. A slow coil tightening in my chest. Something was off. I couldn't name it, but I knew it, and It was that kind that lives in your head rent-free. I stopped the car and reached for the bottle of red wine and the brown bag of takeout sitting on the passenger's seat. I had left the office early, ducked out meetings, and cancelled dinner with Jayden–-just to be with Ashley tonight. Just to breathe the same hair as her. Hold her. Kiss her. Reminds her, and maybe even myself, that this thing between us was real.That despite her fears, despite everything going through her mind …she was mine.By the time I reached the door to her apartment, I was already feeling giddy inside like a kid. I'm a little nervous, maybe. I hadn't told her I was coming. I just wanted to surprise her.I slipped her apartment key that I owned into my pocket. We exchanged keys

JAYDEN’S POV Micheal was dead weight.Logan and I had to half- carry and half-drag him into the room. He wasn’t drunk enough to pass out like this, but something in him had just…shut down. The man who normally carried the weight of a billion-dollar company on his back with his chin up… was now silent, slumped, and barely aware. I sent Logan off with some wads of cash just to appreciate him, and he was out as air in a second.He mumbled something I couldn't catch as I laid him properly on the bed, his suit still on, with shoes and all. I reached into his suit pocket when I heard the faint buzz of his phone, twice. Then I glanced at the screen to see it was a text from his secretary, chloe.I didn't answer, I slipped the phone back into his pocket. Whatever It was could wait until the morning. Whatever this was—it wasn't just an urge to drink. Something deep had cracked inside him. Something happened tonight.**************Morning came with me brewing coffee in the kitchen and the s

ASHLEY'S POV The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the pounding behind them—a dull, nauseating ache that made everyone feel too blurry, too loud. My mouth was dry. My body felt sore in ways I couldn't explain. And the pillow under my head…it didn't smell like mine.It smelled manly….like Micheal.I sat up too fast and regret punched me square in the gut. My stomach churned, and with it came a rush of memories. The lounge. Clara’s smug face, the yelling, and me grabbing the drink from the table. Then everything got blurry. My body had felt…off. It felt warm, too needy. I remembered Michael’s arms around me. His voice telling me to hold on.And then nothing.I glanced around.This wasn't my room. It was his. We were back at his penthouse. My heart twisted painfully in my chest when I remembered how we were at the moment.The door creaked open, and Micheal stepped inside. Dressed in Grey t-shirt, black sweatpants, hair still damp like he'd just showered— but his face? Co

MICHEAL'S POV I had my face glued to the screen when Ashley walked into my office, wearing nothing but one of my shirts that was barely buttoned. Her long legs bare, hair tousled from our earlier nap. I glanced at her, and my heart skipped, but my fingers stayed glued to the keyboard. There were contracts, numbers, deadlines…so much work I couldn't afford to postpone.She curled up on my lap like a kitten, her hands tracing slow circles on my chest. “You miss me?” She whispered, lips brushing my jaw.I smiled but didn't look away from the screen.“Always, baby. Just give me five more minutes.”She pouted, shifting to straddle me. Her hands wandered around my body, lips grazing my neck, teasing me softly. “But you've said that five times already.” She whined.I groaned, gripping her waist to keep her still.“Ashley,…baby I need to work.”So I did just that, and I continued working.She tried everything—little kisses, running her fingers beneath my shirt, resting her head on my shoulde

MICHEAL'S POV I watched her from across the candlelit table, the glow of the city lights brushing across her face as the boat glided smoothly along the Seine. It was finally dinner night, and everything was going according to plan.She looked so beautiful in that red silk dress that flowed behind her, her hair pinned up just enough to show the line of her neck. The river breeze teased a few loose strands, and she didn't bother to fix them.She was just…quiet.It's not the kind of quiet where someone's simply enjoys the view. No. This silence had weight to it.She smiled when I poured her wine. Thanked me softly when I fixed those strands of her hair. She wasn't cold. Just…guarded.Again.I sipped my own drink and tried not to stare too long. She was tracing the edge of her glass with one fingertip, her eyes occasionally drifting to the skyline. The city shimmered around us—lit bridges, old stone buildings, and jazz playing in the distance from the boat's live quartet. I'd arranged ev