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LORAEventually,  Vivienne chose this ridiculously fancy coffee shop in midtown. The kind where a latte costs twenty dollars, and everyone whispers like they're in church or something. I'm sitting at this tiny marble table feeling completely out of place in my jeans while she glides in like she owns the fucking building.Which honestly? She probably could buy it.Lora slid into the seat across from me, just as smooth as a cat. Even her coffee sounded fancy—some oat milk and lavender mix that made my plain black coffee look sad.Vivienne, I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though my heart was beating wildly. The woman was perfect, and she knew it.Blonde hair that caught ev

LORA The quarterly design review meeting was supposed to be routine. Standard presentation, feedback, and everyone goes home happy. Instead I'm sitting here watching Lora click through her portfolio while my brain keeps replaying images of her with Martinez that I can't fucking shake. "The Silverstone Tech rebrand exceeded expectations by thirty percent," she's saying, professional as always. "Client satisfaction scores are through the roof, and they've already requested us for their entire subsidiary portfolio." Okay, she looks beautiful today. Her hair’s in that messy bun thing, but she somehow makes it look hot. And that blazer? Probably cheap, but it fits her perfectly. Was she wearing that on her date with Dr. Perfect? “So,” she says, looking at her colleagues, “any questions about the Silverstone stuff?” “Yeah, I got one,” I blurt out before I can think twice. "How exactly do you balance client deadlines with your... social calendar?" The room goes dead quiet. Bob from ac

LORAThe text from Marcus Stone sits on the table like a disaster waiting to happen. My hands gripped my phone as I read it again.Ms. Blake, we need to talk."What does he want with me?" My voice sounds small in the huge dining room.Lucian's face is stone. "You're Alex's mother. That makes you a target.""A target for what?""Political leverage." Erin's jaw is tight. "Marcus wants to prove Alex isn't legitimate werewolf royalty. If he can discredit you...""Discredits" The words taste bitter."Exactly."

LORAThe ringing ceased. Footsteps. Erin's bare feet against marble.I hear the lock click. The door cracked open."Darling!"My stomach did a nosedive the second I heard that voice, honey-sweet, but with a razor's edge.Vivienne, Erin said, his voice devoid of emotion. What are you doing here?Missed you, goofball. Can't a girl visit her boyfriend?I risked a peek around the corner. Big mistake. Huge.She was perfect. Blonde hair in waves, skin shining like a porcelain doll.Her eyes sweep over

Vivienne His desk towered before me like a battlefield. Mahogany and steel—so perfectly Erin it made my stomach turn. The penthouse office swallowed every sound while the city slept beyond peacefully. Three a.m. looked different from this height, with Erin at some emergency meeting downtown and his security team following. Nobody watched me except my reflection in the glass and just maybe God. I laughed at myself for being in this situation sneaking around like a rat, all because I wanted a woman gone.The electronic lock picker felt heavy in my hand. The safe waited behind that stupid modern art piece Erin pretended to understand. My fingers trembled just a little when I moved the painting aside and reveal