All Chapters of Scandal and Seduction : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Elena's POV When the plane landed in San Francisco, night had already shrouded the city in darkness.A sleek black car was already waiting for us at the curb, so we slipped in without a word and the driver pulled away, weaving through the bright streets until we stopped in front of a towering glass hotel that looked out over the skyline.Inside, the lobby shimmered with marble floors and gold accents. A chandelier burst above us like a frozen firework, scattering light everywhere. The receptionist's smile was polite as she slid two key cards across the counter.“Your rooms are on the twentieth floor, Mr. Blake. Suite 2001 and 2002.Andrew took his card without a word and walked to the elevator.“Thank you,” I said, though I wasn’t sure she even heard me. Her gaze was glued to Andrew, and I couldn’t blame her. He was far too hard to ignore. Shaking my head, I grabbed my key card and hurried after him, quickening my steps to catch up.On the twentieth floor, he paused between our doors

Andrew's POV I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy.Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.She stared up at me, eyes glazed with need and lips parted in silent invitation. The hungry plea in her eyes was too strong to deny and I was ready to claim her, hard and relentless.I slapped my cock against her soaked pussy and a broken moan spilled from her lips. Guiding myself to her entrance, I pushed in slowly, her whimper breaking as her hole swa

Elena’s POVThat was the last question I’d ever expected to hear from him.For a moment, I just stared at Andrew like he had grown two heads. My mouth parted, but no words came out. No. He couldn’t have just asked me that. But his expression was too steady and way too serious for it to be a joke.I gave myself a discreet pinch under the table, praying this was some bizarre dream. The sting shot through my skin which meant I was very much awake.“Marry you?” My voice cracked like I hadn’t heard him right.“Be my wife for one year,” he clarified, his tone flat and businesslike. “No emotions, no obsession. In return, I’ll pay you ten million dollars. After that, you will disappear. You will walk away and never show your face again.”He leaned back slightly as he spoke, but his eyes never left mine. They were piercing and cold, as if he were watching every flicker of doubt cross my face.Ten million. The figure alone hit me like a punch to the chest. My breath stilled in my throat. That w

Elena’s POVAfter I finished dressing, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, barely recognizing myself.The black, short, side-slit dress hugged me like a second skin, clinging to my curves as if it had been stitched just for me. The neckline dipped low, teasing the top of my breasts, and for once I didn’t feel like a plain secretary. I felt like… someone else. Someone bold. Someone who belonged on his arm.The funny thing was, this was the most expensive piece of clothing I owned. I hadn’t even planned to bring it. I tossed it into my suitcase by mistake while chatting with Hannah. Thank God I did, because the rest of what I packed were boring corporate outfits. And Andrew had told me to dress sexy.Well, here it was. Sexy.My hair was parted neatly at the center, falling neatly over my shoulders. I kept my makeup soft with just a little highlight, gloss, and eyeliner. Enough to glow without trying too hard.I sat at the edge of the bed and slipped on my stilettos, catching ano

Elena’s POVI poured myself a drink and tried to keep my hands steady. Anything to look composed. On the outside, I probably seemed calm, sipping casually, but inside? I was a mess. My heart hammered in my chest, and I kept forcing myself to breathe slowly.Don’t look at him. Don’t meet his eyes.I focused on the glass, swirling the liquid, though my palms were slick with sweat. God. Why did Andrew have to leave me here, in this suffocating room, with a man like Marley and women who wouldn’t even blink if he decided to touch me? They’d probably laugh, maybe even watch, and that thought made bile rise in my throat.No, stop it, Elena. Don’t think like that. Marley wouldn’t dare. I said in my heart. Not with Andrew around. He might be reckless, but he wasn’t stupid. If he touched me, Andrew would kill him. That thought was the only thin shield of comfort I had, and even then, it barely held.I shook my head, trying to brush off the ugly fear clawing at me.The seconds dragged like hours