Lahat ng Kabanata ng Shared In Tangled Sheets : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The smell of sautéed garlic and herbs greeted her the moment she stepped into the apartment. She smiled softly, dropping her bag onto the counter, already feeling the familiar warmth of home.“Hey babe, you’re back early,” her husband said, turning from the stove, a spoon in hand.His apron wrapped around his body like a pro chef, his hair tousled like his hands had run through it so many times since he started cooking. “I thought I’d try your favorite tonight, loaded sweet potato and garlic butter shrimp.”She leaned into him over the kitchen counter for a quick kiss, inhaling his comforting scent. “You didn’t have to,” she murmured, resting her forehead against his.“I know, but I wanted to,” he replied, eyes bright with longing.”“What did I ever do right to deserve you as my husband Mr Xander Moore?” she said smiling. “How was the meeting at the office today?”“Intense,” she said, smiling faintly. “You wouldn’t believe the things I had to wrangle today.”“I gave a grown man a le

Ava strode into the office confidently, heels clicking against the floor, her laptop and tablet in Justin’s hand as she reported her schedule for the day.Ready to present her latest proposal to the board and senior management. Every eye in the room flicked to her as she took her place at the head of the table.“Good morning,” she began, voice smooth and commanding. “Today, we’re discussing the rollout strategy for the Verdant project. We’ve outlined the risks, proposed mitigations, and forecasted revenue growth based on three different scenarios in the last meeting. Let’s get started.”“Uhmm,” a voice from the far end of the conference table said. “Uhmm what?” Ava snapped, her head bent low, typing into her laptop. “You didn’t apologize for coming to the meeting late and keeping us waiting for over…” he stared down at his watch to check the time. “Twenty minutes,” he finished. A gasp escaped some of the executives in the room. Ava’s head snapped up sharply as he finished his state

Her pulse still hadn’t calmed. It beat hard in her throat. The stubborn rhythm echoing the edge of his words. She hated that about him— no, she hated that she wanted him for it. Every exchange between them pressed something inside her, something she spent years burying under polish, control, and command.She leaned back in her chair, staring blindly at the spreadsheet glowing on her screen. Numbers blurred, words floating across the screen, her focus shifting from reality to an abstract world. Her mind replayed the tilt of his mouth when he challenged her, the steady weight of his gaze, and how close he’d leaned across her desk, crowding her space like it already belonged to him.The vein on his neck that begged to be kissed. Every breath he took, increasing the bulge a little. God help her, she hadn’t even studied him properly until today. But now, the memory drew itself in perfect, punishing details.Tristan Cross wasn’t like the other men who filled her boardroom, big bellies hid

The house was silent, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the soft tick of the wall clock. Xander had fallen asleep hours ago, his breathing even and steady beside her. Ava lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, the weight of guilt pressing into her chest.No matter how many times she told herself it was nothing, that what happened, what she felt, was just a passing slip, Tristan lingered in her head like smoke she couldn’t clear. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw his mouth, remembered the way his words made her pulse skip.The thought of him lived under her skin and rent free in her head, a restless current she couldn’t switch off. It was the way he looked at her and seemed to see past the facade. It was in the way her breath quickened at the memory of his stare, how her thighs pressed together without her permission when she replayed their verbal altercations.It wasn’t just an attraction, it was invasion. He had lodged himself somewhere private, turning the quiet o

Ava arrived at TMP Inc. earlier than usual the next morning.She needed the silence, the stillness of empty hallways and the soft hum of the espresso machine in her top floor office, before the weight of the day descended. Anything to drown out the echo of the night before. The sting in her chest from the way Xander had looked at her in the kitchen. He hadn’t pressed, but the way his eyes flicked to the phone in her hand with Tristan’s name lighting the screen had been enough to unravel her sleep for two nights.She slipped into her office, dropping her bag onto the sofa. She had barely turned on her laptop when a soft knock at the door came.She froze.No one knocked this early. Not her assistant, not her staff.The door cracked open, and there he was.Tristan.The morning light from the hallway hit his frame, sharp angles and green eyes that looked far too awake for this hour. He leaned on the doorframe like he owned it, his tie loose, the corner of his mouth tugged into that inf