The Night Before I Knew Him のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

June"Pttf." A scoff slips out before I can stop it, as my heel tapping furiously under the long table like a faulty clock.A new secretary. Wow. That was real fast."June, are you okay?" Jordan leans in, eyebrows raised.I jerk my head, nodding quickly. "Yes. Yes, I’m fine."He shrugs and flips through his files, already bored.Unfortunately for him, I’m not bored, because I’m busy staring at her. Vanessa, with her pretty fair face, long glossy hair, and perfect posture. She’s young but not younger than me — which somehow makes it worse."Jordan,"I hiss, leaning closer."What?""What do you think of the new secretary?" My tone is casual, but my eyes are shooting kitchen knivesHe rubs his chin, eyes flicking to her. "She’s… pretty, and they say she’s very polite."I pout, crossing my arms. "Wasn’t I polite when I started too?"Jordan chuckles, too honest for his own good. "Yeah, but she’s prettier than you."My jaw drops. "Excuse me—", but before I can burn him alive with words, Amak

June I force a beam back at sweet perfect Vanessa as we walk side by side down the corridor. Her tray clinks softly, the wrong shade of brown swirling in Mr. Grande’s cup. My chest aches with the weight of what I almost did. I could’ve let her crash and burn. I could've her serve him that sweetened garbage and watch his eyes sharpen like knivesthaut no—I couldn’t do it. I couldn't be the villain. Ugh. I swallowed the devil on my shoulder and told her the right way, how dark he likes it. Jus like tar, and sin. "You became the bigger person," I whisper under my breath, tapping my chest with the back of my hand. "That’s right." Vanessa glances at me with that polite little smile, and guilt presses harder on my ribs. "Thank you again, Miss Alexander. I would have embarrassed myself if not for you." "Don’t mention it," I mutter, plastering a nod on my face. At the door to the hall, she pauses, turning back, gratitude spilling off her in waves. "Really, thank you." I gesture stiffly

June"Where are you going to? You're not done with your sandwich," Tobias’s voice rings out as I bolt from the table, my feet pounding toward the elevator.But the only thing screaming in my ears is this: Mr. Grande doesn’t just hate mustard — he’s deadly allergic to it, and just like Jordan said, he wouldn’t even notice until he takes a bite, because strangely, the man who’s flawless about everything else is a total idiot when it comes to food details.Ugh. Typical.Vanessa must have already served him that tray, and he must be about to eat it.ShitThe elevator dings, and I rush out, nearly tripping on my own feet. I see Vanessa sitting calmly at the desk that used to be mine, fingers dancing on the keyboard.She blinks up at me, all innocence. "Do you want to see the CEO? He said not to be disturbed—"Pttf. Disturbed? He won't be disturbed when he is in the hospital for days."Did you serve him the cafeteria meal?" I cut her off, my voice hasty.Vanessa nods proudly. "Yes, of course

~Hermes~First, she kiss me without permission. Now she's fucking disobeying me.My fingers tighten on the book’s edge again before I lay it aside.I should have shoved her off the moment she leaned in at my office, the moment her mouth brushed mine. My skin always crawls when someone tries to touch me there — I wipe, scrub, anything to erase it, and yet… I didn’t this time.I have a good reason thankfully. She gave me the perfect reason when she blurted out earlier:"I only did that to save your life."That was why my body didn't react. It was an emergency move. Anyone would have done it and gotten the same reaction from me.It was because of the mustard jam, and she saw it before I did, and she knew, somehow, that if it got near my mouth, it could drop me.She licked it off without thinking, and saved me before I could even reach for the napkin.And now here she is, standing at the foot of my bed, dress falling back into place, pouring herself a glass of wine.She takes a sip, eyes

~Hermes~ Recommended song: One of your girls by Weekend, Jennie and Lily Depp.My glasses are gone, left on the sink.My black shirt clings to me, sleeves rolled to my elbows. My grey trousers are still on, tight, and unforgiving, doing nothing to hide the brutal outline of my cock. It throbs against the fabric.The water runs, hot, filling the tub. My fists flex against my thighs.My breath hitch as she steps in, bare naked, almost, just a strip of lace hugging her hips, her skin glowing against the steam.I breathe sharp through my nose, jaw ticking. She has no idea what she’s playing with—or maybe she does, and that’s the fucking problem.Her hips sways like she knows I’m tracking every goddamn curve. My cock throbs harder, straining against the trousers. She crouches by the tub, breaking the surface with her fingers, steam curling around her wrist."Get in," she says, voice soft, teasing, full of nerve. "Just like that."A scoff slips out of me before I can stop it. The corner o