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A countdown

ELORAGemma and I stepped out of the hospital entrance just as the soft hum of streetlights began to flicker to life above us. The sky had faded into a rich indigo, and the breeze carried that familiar New York chill, weaving through our coats and tugging at the ends of our scarves. There was a sense of relief in the air—the kind that follows a successful surgery, the kind that makes your limbs feel lighter even after a long, emotionally exhausting day. The scent of roasted peanuts and hot dogs from a vendor across the street drifted into the air, blending oddly with the sterile scent of the hospital behind us. My shoulders, which had been knotted with stress all day, finally started to loosen.Gemma’s eyes caught the glint of the black BMW I’d parked earlier, and she gasped. A delighted grin stretched across her face, her footsteps speeding up as though the car itself was calling to her."Is that it?" she asked, practically skipping across the lot.I nodded, walking beside her as ca

Needed to

ETHANThe ice clinked against the side of the glass as I swirled the amber liquid for what felt like the tenth time without ever really drinking. The apartment was cloaked in silence, lit only by the soft, low hum of the kitchen pendant lights. I hadn't bothered turning on the overheads or the floor lamps in the living room. I liked it this way. Dim. Quiet. Empty. It felt appropriate. The silence wrapped around me like a shroud, suffocating but oddly comforting. Familiar. Predictable. Like the only part of my life I still had any control over.I leaned deeper into the couch cushions, one hand gripping the glass too tightly, the other shielding my eyes from the reality clawing at me. My head was pounding—not from the alcohol but from the relentless spiral of my own thoughts. I’d been trapped in them for hours, maybe even days, replaying every humiliating second of the board meeting, every smirk, every dismissive glance from Rowen, and every time Elora didn’t look in my direction. Th

To darkness

ETHANWet warmth surrounded the head of my cock, and I felt her tongue slowly making circles."Oh fuckkkkkk", I moaned.I reached out with both hands and gripped her hair, guiding her hot mouth slide down my cock. "Oh shit...Ava", I moaned as her mouth began to move up and down. The sound of her sucking filled the room as she devoured my throbbing dick. I could feel his balls tightening. I curled my fingers in her dark hair. "Oh fuck...Ava...that's so fucking good.", I gasped!I felt her mouth come free and her muffled words from my lap."Am I doing that good?", Ava questioned, a little out of breath."Keep it up and you’ll make me cum", I warned her."Good", was her one-word reply, and then that heat wrapped around me again."Oh shit...don't stop...oh fuck Ava...", I babbled as my nuts tightened until they ached."Oh fuccccckkkkk" I moaned as my body jerked; and the first blast of hot cream pumped into her mouth.I heard her softly gag on the first blast, followed by the sound of

About him

ELORAThe shrill sound of my alarm drilled straight into my skull like a jackhammer. My arm flailed across the bed, desperately trying to shut it off. When I finally slammed the button, I groaned, rolled onto my back, and stared at the ceiling in complete horror.Eight AM."Shit. Shit. Shit"I scrambled upright, the room spinning slightly from the leftover wine still pumping through my system. My mouth tasted like regret and my head throbbed like someone had taken a bat to it. I was supposed to be at Grayson Towers by nine am. None later, not sooner.But considering the traffic on Lexington and my usual morning routine, I was already late."No breakfast today," I muttered, already shoving my legs out of bed.I tripped over the heels I’d abandoned last night and barely caught myself. I sprinted to the bathroom and immediately ran a cold shower. The weather was already chilly, since we were already in Winter, but that was my punishment for waking up late. Once I was done showering, I

Pull back

ROWENThe Manhattan skyline outside my office window had begun to bleed into a dusky orange, casting long, gold-edged shadows across the towering skyscrapers. The city buzzed below with cabs honking, sirens wailing, the low hum of ambition that never really slept. But from the penthouse floor of Grayson Towers, it was all just static in the background. I had my sleeves rolled up, tie loosened, the top two buttons of my dress shirt undone.The entire surface of my desk was littered with contracts, project briefs, and proposals that needed my signature before day’s end.Sundale’s expansion documents alone had already pissed me off three times today. The legal team needed a masterclass on clarity, and the architecture team clearly thought I had all day to decipher their gibberish. My head throbbed as I flipped through another poorly formatted page and reached for my scotch. It seems half melted, but still strong enough to pull my thoughts back into focus.Except my thoughts weren’t st

Even mean

ELORAI sank into my chair with a weight heavier than exhaustion. My fingers clenched around the arms of the leather seat, trying to keep my composure. The conversation, or rather the shutdown, I’d just had with Rowen lingered in the air like cheap perfume. Suffocating. Confusing. Cold. One minute he was listening, almost tender in that maddening way he did, and the next, he had turned icy, brushing off my concern like I had crossed some unspoken line.I had only wanted to know more. About him. About the man whose shadow I worked under. The man whose moods changed faster than New York weather. The man who stared at me like I stirred something in him he didn’t want to feel. And now, he had reprimanded me again for nothing more than asking what any normal person in my shoes would’ve asked.I let out a low breath and reached for my bag, shoving in a notepad, my ID badge, and the file I had been reviewing for the last half hour even though my eyes had barely made it past the first par

Always could

ROWENI sat in the back of the Maybach, legs crossed, fingers absently drumming against my knee as the golden hue of New York's evening bathed the sleek black windows of Grayson Towers. Outside, the city pulsed with its usual rhythm of horns blaring, pedestrians rushing home, neon lights flickering to life. Inside, the silence was thicker. Controlled. James leaned slightly toward me from the front passenger seat, breaking it."Melissa’s parents paid a visit to her summer home this morning," he said quietly, keeping his gaze fixed forward but glancing at me in the rearview mirror.I looked up slowly, blinking away my thoughts. "Is that so?""Yes, sir. They questioned the housekeepers. One of them, Gloria, said she’s felt like she's been being watched lately. Paranoia, maybe. Or something more."A low chuckle slid out of me. Of course. Melissa’s parents never could leave well enough alone. They spent more time spinning tales and chasing ghosts than they ever did raising their daughter

Had them

ELORAI blinked awake to an empty bed and the whisper of cold sheets beside me. My fingers reached out instinctively to the place where Rowen had laid hours ago, but the warmth was gone—long gone. I rolled onto my back and sighed, staring up at the ceiling. My body still hummed from the night before, and yet the absence of his presence left an odd hollowness I couldn’t ignore.I turned my head toward the window. A soft glow seeped through the curtains, painting slivers of gold across the pale carpet. I shifted and sat up, the fabric of my oversized shirt clinging to my thighs. I checked my phone.5:12 a.m.Seriously? He left before dawn? No note. No message. Just...gone. Yawning, I slid off the bed and made my way into the bathroom. The light was harsh at first, but I splashed cool water on my face, brushing my teeth and tying my hair into a messy knot. I looked at my reflection for a moment longer than I should have. Last night had been... intense. I could still feel his fingertips

Rowen Grayson

ELORAThe morning haze hung low over Manhattan, casting a pale gray veil across the city skyline as I slid behind the wheel of my car. My fingers tightened around the steering wheel, the chill of the leather seat reminding me just how early it was. A fine mist clung to the windshield like a lazy fog, softening the harsh angles of the surrounding buildings. I exhaled slowly, adjusting the belt on my camel coat, smoothing it over my navy-blue silk blouse tucked crisply into a pair of tailored beige slacks. My hair was wound tightly into a no-nonsense bun. A swipe of concealer under my eyes masked the fatigue that sat heavy beneath them, and a nude gloss added a subtle sheen to my lips. My reflection in the rearview mirror looked too polished for someone who hadn’t slept properly in days.Traffic was already mounting. Downtown was a mess of irritable cab drivers, screeching buses, and determined cyclists darting through gaps in traffic like arrows. My stomach growled in protest. I had

Getting started

ROWENI stared at the space she had stormed out through, my jaw tightening with restrained irritation. She had walked out like she had something to prove.Ungrateful little brat.I let out a breath, pinched the bridge of my nose, then reached for my phone. My thumb hovered briefly over her name, then tapped the call icon.She picked on the second ring. “Yes?”“Come back,” I said simply, my voice flat but edged with steel.There was a pause. I could hear the slight shuffle of her movement on the other end. “You made your point.”“No, Elora. If I wanted to make a point, I’d do it with your legs spread across my desk.” I let that land. “But I’m being very professional.”“You call this professional?”“You’re lucky I’m letting you walk,” I growled low. “Now, get your ass back in here. We have a meeting with Fong Zinc and Locomotors in twenty minutes.”Another beat of silence. Then she muttered, “Fine,” and ended the call.I smirked.She didn’t have the nerve to hold that stare too long.S

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