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JORDAN I hear a car pull into the driveway and immediately rise from my chair, making my way to the window. I’ve been restless since I got back from work and found out that Astrid was gone.Agatha had informed me that she left the house to go grab something and would be back soon. I kept on looking out the window, waiting for when she would return. I waited patiently all afternoon for her, but she didn’t come back and she wasn’t answering my calls either. I wanted to spend time with her, to make up for the way I had acted in the morning.I couldn’t concentrate on the meeting. My thoughts kept circling back to her, to the way things ended before I walked out the door.I ended up cutting the meeting short, rushing back to this house that I’d started to see as something else. Home. This house used to just be walls, a place to come back to at the end of the day. Now, it’s become so much more, and it’s all because of her.If I were asked where my home really is, I’d say it’s wherever A

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ASTRIDA lesson?I feel myself on the verge of hyperventilating as he leans in, his breath fanning my neck and even though he hasn’t touched me yet I'm dripping. Whereas I should be mad at him not dripping for him!Well, that’s what Jordan does to me. I can’t stay mad at him when he’s so close that I can soak in his warmth, so close that I can see the line of his jaw and trace the contours of his face, with my gaze.I have to fight this even though I want him to fuck me until I'm sated. “Jordan,” I breathe out."You want me to fuck you like a whore, is that it?" he asks, his eyes darkening as they narrow on me while I swallow hard, realizing I have been back up against the edge of the desk.Jordan grabs my waist, hoisting me up and pushing me backwards onto his desk. Before I can orient myself, he grabs the hem of my gown, bunching around my stomach, tugging down my panties, and shoving it inside his pocket.He digs his fingers into my folds. “Look how soaked you are for me, Sweetn

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ASTRID My phone buzzes on the table, lighting up with Jordan’s name flashing across the screen. I glance at it, my stomach twisting, and then let it go silent. Across from me, Lily arches a brow."Aren’t you going to answer that?" she asks casually, but I can see the curiosity simmering in her eyes."I’ll call him later, right now I’m busy with my best friend," I reply, trying to keep my tone light, but I know she isn’t fooled. She narrows her gaze at me, her lips pressing into a line.“Best friend? Oh, that’s new.” I roll my eyes. I’ve been expecting her to roast me for ditching our hangout last week and it seems this is the perfect timing. She crosses her arms, fixing me with a stern look.“Last I remember, you choose a dick over me.”“God, Lily, you are so predictable.”“Whatever,” she flips her hair theatrically. “I felt abandoned! You were over at Jordan’s place for a week, and I didn’t even get a glimpse of you.”I sigh, catching the playfully exaggerated pout on her face. “I d

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JORDANI slam my phone down on the desk harder than I intended, the loud crack echoing through the office. My jaw clenches as I stare at the black screen, willing to light up with a call or a message from her. Nothing. Just silence.Astrid has been dodging my calls since yesterday, and I know her phone works perfectly fine.Peter mentioned he had spoken to her earlier today, so she’s picking up calls, just not mine. The knowledge burns like acid in my chest, and I fucking hate how it hurts.My life hasn’t been the same since Astrid walked in. It's gotten even worse since she left my house three days ago. I know she wants more than I’m willing to give. I should let her go but I can’t. Not when I can’t stop thinking about her.Not when she looks at me like she can see through me. No woman has ever looked at me like Astrid does, except my late wife.I resisted going after her after she left my house three days ago. But right now I need her. I need to feel the heat of her body and hear th

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ASTRID Brandon insisted on taking me to his favorite restaurant for lunch, and despite my initial reluctance, I didn’t regret it. The food was incredible, so good that I ended up eating more than I should. As we step into the office lobby, I let out a contented sigh, feeling uncomfortably full."I doubt I’ll get anything done for the rest of the day," I mutter to Brandon. "All I want is to take a nap."Brandon chuckles. "Food coma already?"“I feel pregnant. And it’s your fault.”“And that goes my ‘thank you’, anyway, you are welcome.” I roll my eyes but don’t reply.As we approach the elevator, the receptionist calls out, "Astrid, the boss wants to see you in his office right away."I groan audibly, rolling my eyes so hard they might fall out of my head. "Of course, he does. Why am I always so unlucky!" I grumble under my breath. The last thing I need right now is a meeting.Brandon pats my back. "Good luck with that," he teases, heading to his office.I mentally prepare for whatev

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JORDAN“Jordan? Why are you here…" Her words are cut off with a sharp gasp as I grab her by the throat, not tightly but firmly enough to hold her in place. My lips crash against hers before she can finish her question. The moment her mouth opens in surprise, I deepen the kiss, feasting on her lips like a starving animal finally giving a taste of what it’s been craving.Her scent, intoxicating and grounding. It’s exactly what I need, what I’ve been missing.I thrust my tongue to the roof of her mouth and I kiss her with a savageness that hardens my dick and twists my fucking spine.But I don’t stop.Not when she gasps.Not when she trembles.When she opened the door, I didn’t wait for an invitation. I stepped in, closing the distance between us before she could even think about slamming it in my face. I couldn’t take the chance.I release her lips with one last bite. As much as I’d like to keep feasting on her, she needs air. But even as I allow her that, I don’t let go of her throat,

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ASTRID I think something is terribly wrong with me. Either with my brain or my entire body. How do I explain my feelings and reactions to Jordan?I should be mad at him. But strangely I’m not. Not even when he fucked me against the back of the couch, and made me come the strongest I ever.I can’t seem to stay mad at him, even though I’ve been avoiding his calls for days. The moment he touched me, I melted into his arms. I think I'm a little bit obsessed with him.The way he fucks me, owns me, his rough dominance, and devious fucking.And everything about him, really. But that’s wrong. I shouldn’t be so tangled up with him that I can’t escape his trap, and whenever he asks me to say that I’m his, I always refuse just to upset him and get him to fuck me harder.Sometimes I deliberately say things to upset him just so that he can fuck me. Is that even healthy?I mean have lost focus since the last time he fucked me two days ago. I was supposed to have a meeting with him but I refused

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ASTRID I’m impressed by the sheer scale of Jordan’s office. The air is cool, faintly scented with cedar and something else distinctly Jordan. It’s the kind of space that doesn’t just scream luxury; it whispers charisma.The last time I was here, I barely noticed anything about his office, but now I do.The room is massive, a far cry from my office. It feels more like a penthouse suite than a workplace. The first thing that catches my eye is the floor-to-ceiling windows that stretch across two walls, offering an uninterrupted, breathtaking view of the city skyline.The flooring is a sleek, polished marble, while the walls are made of glass. There’s a large, custom-made desk made from some dark, exotic wood that gleams under the light. Its surface is immaculate, save for a few essentials: a tablet, a sleek pen holder, and a small stack of papers perfectly aligned. Behind the desk is a black leather chair that looks less like office furniture and more like a throne, Jordan’s throne.J

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JORDANA light raps on the door and I look up just in time to see Nelson step into my office, closing the door behind him with a quiet click.He stands a few feet away, his hands clasped casually in front of him, a look of curiosity etched across his face."Miss Volkov is all settled into her office," he announces.I nod, leaning back in my chair, but I can tell that’s not what his curiosity spans from.“Thank you, Nelson.”I had insisted that Astrid work exclusively for me, and while it wasn’t cheap, her boss certainly knew how to exploit a good deal. I didn’t care. Money isn’t the issue. Keeping Astrid close is. Even if the arrangement is temporary, I need to see her every day. And if things go well...Nelson clears his throat, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I’ll admit, I had my doubts when you introduced her," he quips. "She’s so young. I wasn’t sure someone like her could handle a company of this magnitude. However, she impressed me this morning during our brief meeting. Nels

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ASTRID “Oh my God, Lily, I’m so sorry that I’m late. Are you okay you sounded so…” I stop when I notice her glare. "Sorry that I'm late," I say, stepping into the living room and balancing a couple of bags of snacks and drinks in my arms.“Are you okay you sounded so mad over the phone and..." I stop blabbering seeing her narrowed eyes on me.She's been waiting for me for the past forty minutes, and judging by her crossed arms and raised brow, she's not thrilled about it. Apparently, something or someone upset her and she wanted to come spend time with me. I wasn't home yet so I asked her to come over since I was on my way.“Late?” Lily asks, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. “Astrid, you were supposed to grab drinks and come straight back. That should’ve taken, what, ten minutes tops? What happened?”I sigh, shifting on my feet. “I was with Brandon—”“With Brandon?” she interjects, her expression softening into curiosity. “Why didn’t you bring him over? I haven’t seen him in

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