Semua Bab TWISTED AFFAIR: Bab 101 - Bab 110

MICHEAL'S POV Her laugh still echoed in my ears when I backed her against the cold balcony railing, her pink robe slipping open. The city lights glittered below, but all I could see was her—bare, soft, and all mine.“You think you can just tease me and walk away,” I growled, gripping her thighs and lifting her onto the rail.She's been doing this for hours, teasing me with soft touch and kisses. As if that wasn't enough, Ashley grabbed my full length, dipped it in her mouth, and now she thinks she can just get away with it.“Micheal..” She breathed, but it came out as a moan as I spread her legs, dipping my fingers between her slick folds.She was already dripping for me. Perfect.“I want you to scream,” I whispered, dragging the tip of my cock against her wet clit. “Out here. Let the world know who you belong to.”Then I grabbed my cock and slid into her hole with ease.She whimpered, nails digging into my shoulders. I thrust deep, fast. Her cries tore into the night, raw and needy

MICHEAL'S POV “Make sure the champagne is from the Montebello reserve, not the regular batch,” I said, walking towards the glass wall of my office with my phone pressed to my ear. “And double check the sitting arrangements. I don't want the Carsons anywhere near the Pierres.”“Got it, sir. I'll handle it.”I ended the call and let out a slow breath, rubbing the back of my neck. The company's anniversary event was less than twenty-four hours away. Twenty years of Kingston technology. Twenty years of clawing my way out of bankruptcy and rebuilding everything from scratch, and proving to the world—and myself—that it wasn't just a failed legacy. My phone buzzed again. A message from Ashley.Ashley: Hi baby, I'm meeting up with Dad later today. Might be late getting to the penthouse.Not seeing her today felt strange. After everything we'd shared over the last week, going back to our separate routines left a chill in the air. I hadn't even heard her voice today.Before I could overthink

ASHLEY'S POV The anniversary was over, but Micheal's mood had changed. He was still smiling, still charming, still the powerful man everyone knows. But I noticed the shift. The second that man in a Navy suit followed right after him earlier, Michael’s entire energy had changed the minute he came out. He went stiff, his jaw tightened, and for a second, I saw something I hadn't seen in him before…. Fear.When I walked up to him right after, he smiled at me like nothing happened, kissed my temple, and asked if I was okay. He even cracked a joke to lighten the mood. But I knew I knew something had rattled him.But I had no idea what it could be.After making sure my father had left, we went back to his penthouse just past ten. He poured us both glasses of wine but barely took a sip of his. He'd unbuttoned the top of his shirt, but he hadn't changed out of the rest of his formal wear. He just sat there on the edge of the couch, his eyes locked on the city skyline like it had answers.I

ASHLEY'S POV “Dad, you've barely touched your drink,” I said, glancing at the untouched cup of coffee in front of him. The quiet buzz of the cafe barely cut through the sudden thump in my chest.Jayden leaned back in his chair, eyes scanning the people walking past the glass window like he was miles away from here. He finally let out a breath. “I've had a lot on my mind lately.”Haven't we all?I sipped slowly from my cup, keeping my tone light. “Does it have to do with work? Or…Something else?”He blinked and focused on me. “Bits of both.You know how it is. Client's, staff…and now people from the past crawling out of nowhere.” His tone was laced with something…disgust? Annoyance?.“People from the past?” I asked gently, my heart thudding a little harder. “Like who?”He chuckled dryly. “Simon Veltor. Just someone Micheal ordered out of the company years ago.”My stomach dropped. I forced a laugh. “And now he's suddenly back? Did he say what he wanted?”Jayden nodded. “He reached o

ASHLEY’S POV The silence at the cemetery was deafening, the kind that settled deep in your bones and refused to leave. I stood beside my dad, clutching a bouquet of white lilies in my hands, the breeze tugging slightly at my dress. Today marks another year since we lost her—my mother. And somehow, the ache hadn't dulled one bit.“She would've loved these,” I whispered, kneeling down to place the flowers gently at the base of her grave. The headstone was clean, polished, and simple…just like her. My fingers traced the letters engraved on the marble like I always did, as if memorising them would somehow bring her closer.My dad stood silently beside me, his hand stuffed into his pocket, his eyes red but focused straight ahead.“I miss you so much,” I said softly, my voice shaking. “So, so much. Some days, I still catch myself wanting to call you, to hear your voice…to hear your advice.” My voice cracked, and my hand started to tremble.“You'd know what to do right now…I feel so lost so