All Chapters of Accidentally Bound: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

My boss is a fucking douchebag.There.I said it.I said it in my mind.And I kept repeating it like a mantra in ‘my mind’ as I stormed through the sterile hallways leading to Alarion’s doorstep.This dude better have a good reason for interrupting my retirement celebration.My fists were clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms, almost drawing blood.I needed the pain to ground me before I actually followed through on my fantasy of rearranging someone’s face.The moment I reached his office door, I forced myself to pause, and took a deep breath.Deep breath in, Kamari.Hold.Release.That didn’t do anything to calm my racing pulse, but at least I could think straight enough not to commit murder—yet.With a final breath, I shoved the door open without knocking, a gesture that I knew would annoy Alarion. And I resisted the urge to smile in satisfaction as his jaw tightened sharply.She fucking scores.He sat behind his massive oak desk like some kind of king, his old face blank, be

“Brief me. How’s it going?”I tip-toed to the bedroom door and checked the locks twice before returning to perch on the edge of the bed.My communication chip was projecting Alarion’s face into the dim room and he looked expectant.“I don’t report to you, Alarion.” I said coolly, keeping my voice low “I do not have to.”His nostrils flared sharply as he leaned forward, visibly frustrated “Cut the bullshit, Kamari. You are being dramatic, and frankly, at this point it’s becoming childish. Your son’s life is on the line so this isn’t the time for your pride and stubborn theatrics.”“Listen to…”“No, YOU listen to me!” His voice rise sharply, “I get you are angry but you have to calm the fuck down and think strategically for once.”I blinked, genuinely taken aback.In the fifteen years I’d known Alarion, I’d never—not once—heard him lose his composure like this. The man was carved from ice and calculation. Seeing him visibly rattled was… unusual to say the least..What the hell had crawl

OhMyGod.This can’t be happening.There’s no way a complete stranger was kissing me and I was allowing it.I raised my hands, meaning to push him away. I swear I had every intention of pushing him away, but then parted my lips with his tongue and I lost every single resilience in my body.His tongue was cold - I observed as I sucked on it slowly. And tasted like Applesauce.My hands, which were supposed to push him away, found the knot of his tie instead, and in the next second I was using the knot as a handle, pulling him closer with equal, desperate intensity.I moaned, a low sound swallowed by his mouth, my fingers digging into the crisp linen of his shirt.He broke the rhythm only to bite my lower lip, and the immediate sting shot a white-hot current that made my muscles clench and sent a dizzying pulse straight down my core.Fuck.I leaned closer, fighting for air, stroking his tongue with mine, tasting, sucking, grabbing everything my hand could find—the hard plane of his ches