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Then Nikolai nuzzled her neck softly. “Baby… I have news for you.” Something in his tone made her pause. She turned to face him, wiping her hands on her apron. Cassie’s brow furrowed immediately. “News? What news?”How serious?” “Serious enough that I wanted to tell you before anyone else,” he answered. She raised an eyebrow, suddenly alert. “What happened?” Nikolai let go of her. The softness in his eyes remained, but there was seriousness beneath it. He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out an envelope. Cassie frowned slightly. “What’s that?” He simply handed it to her. “Open it.” She hesitated before carefully sliding a finger under the seal. Emily leaned in, curious, her little head bumping Cassie’s arm, making both her parents chuckle at her cuteness. Cassie opened the envelope and pulled out the documents inside. She started reading... slowly at first. Then her hands began trembling. The Vanderbilt Corporation. Raymond Vanderbilt’s 30%

It was a peaceful hour between four and five at their beautiful home. Cassie was finishing up some small chores, humming softly to herself as she walked from the kitchen to the living room. Emily had settled cross-legged on the carpet, playing with her dolls while Nikolai, her ever-devoted, overly proud father, helped her braid the doll’s impossible nylon hair. After a while, they changed their games. Nikolai sat on the carpet with Emily sitting on his back like he was some sort of royal horse. He was crawling around proudly, making dramatic neighing sounds like the committed man he was, while Emily squealed, "FASTER, HORSEY! FASTER!" He looked so different from the cold CEO the world knows him to be. Cassie wiped her hands on a towel and was just about to call Nikolai for tea when the doorbell chimed. Ding-dong. She paused mid-step. “Who could that be?” she murmured, glancing at the clock. Emily instantly perked up, twisting toward the door. “MOMMY, THE DOOR IS SINGING!”

The elevator doors slid shut when they stepped in, and Cassie felt the world narrow into a small golden-lit box where time suddenly moved differently. Neither of them spoke in the quietness. It wasn’t uncomfortable silence, it was almost intimate. Cassie could feel the warmth from Nikolai’s hand, the steady pulse in his fingers, the weight of his gaze that kept drifting over her even when he tried to pretend he wasn’t staring. Her heart wasn’t racing...no...it was fluttering, like the delicate wings of a butterfly brushing against the inside of her ribcage. He kept staring at her. Not constantly, but often enough to make her feel her cheeks heat every single time their eyes met. Finally, he broke the silence. “You nervous?” he murmured, his voice low enough that it vibrated softly through the small space. Cassie let out a short breath of amusement and let out a soft chuckle. “Should I be?” she teased, turning her head toward him. Nikolai’s lips curled into a smirk,

The soon arrived at their penthouse. The elevator doors slid shut behind them, sealing them inside a private world of quiet anticipation. Cassie leaned lightly into Nikolai’s side as he pressed the button for their floor. His thumb brushed over her knuckles again, slow, and deliberate, like he was memorizing her all over again. The moment the elevator began to ascend, Cassie felt the tension shift, deepening, and thickening. The air around them grew warmer, filled with something soft and desire. Nikolai didn’t speak. He didn’t have to. He just watched her. His gaze traced the soft curve of her cheek, the shimmering fabric of her dress, and the way her lips parted with her breathing. It wasn’t hunger, not entirely. It was reverence. It made Cassie’s heart beat so fiercely she wondered if he could hear it. When the elevator reached their floor with a ding, Nikolai stepped forward first, but didn’t let go of her hand. Instead, he laced their fingers together tighte

He carried her through the dim, warm-lit penthouse, their eyes locked the entire time. Cassie felt his heartbeat against her chest, fast, uneven, matching her own. He pushed open the bedroom door with his shoulder. The room was quiet, soft, and expectant. Nikolai set her on her feet, but his hands never left her body. They slid slowly down her arms, lingering on her waist. "Cassie," he whispered, brushing his lips across her cheek, "tell me if you want to stop." She shook her head immediately. "I don't." His breath shuddered against her skin. And then... He kissed her. Not the soft rooftop kiss. Not the restrained elevator kiss. This one was deeper... Hungrier. A slow-burning fire that had waited too long. Cassie's fingers slid into his hair, pulling him closer. Nikolai groaned softly against her lips, a low, warm sound that made her knees weaken. He slowly guided her backward until she felt the edge of the bed against the back of her legs. His hands moved alo