All Chapters of play me, Mr Play boy : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

The moment Adrian’s smirk touched his lips, a chill ran down my spine. This man could destroy me with a single word. Yet there was something thrilling in the fear he exuded, the dangerous sense that I was no longer in control.I swallowed hard. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His eyes alone said enough: I own this moment.The office was massive, sleek, and intimidating, just like him. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed the city skyline, but the view couldn’t distract me from the weight pressing down on my chest. I’m standing in the lion’s den, and the lion is watching me.“Sit,” he commanded, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. His voice carried a strange mix of authority and amusement, as if he were already entertained by the thought of me struggling to survive in his world.I obeyed, though my hands shook as I placed my résumé on the polished desk.“Why are you here, Nora?” he asked finally, leaning back in his chair, s

My heart hammered as I pressed myself against the cold glass, peering into the darkness below. The shadow moved again, deliberate, almost taunting. Whoever it was, they weren’t just watching. They were challenging me. Testing me.A surge of adrenaline pushed me into action. I grabbed my phone, dialing Adrian’s number with trembling fingers.“Answer,” I whispered, half to myself.After two rings, his deep voice came through, calm but sharp. “Nora?”“There’s… someone outside my window. Watching me,” I stammered.“Stay calm. Don’t confront them. I’m on my way.”I nodded even though he couldn’t see me, gripping the folder of documents as if it were a shield. Stay calm. Stay alive. Stay smart.The minutes dragged, but eventually, the sound of a sleek black car outside signaled Adrian’s arrival. Rain had returned, drumming on the roof, a chaotic rhythm that mirrored the storm inside me.Before I could take a step, the door opened, and Adrian was there. His eyes swept the area with lethal p

The masked intruder’s warning still clung to the air long after he disappeared into the storm. Rain sprayed through the shattered window and soaked the floor, the wind carrying the city’s metallic scent into my apartment. My pulse refused to settle, and my breath came unevenly, as if my lungs had forgotten how to function. Every nerve felt stretched, the remnants of fear and adrenaline still burning across my skin.I forced myself to move and stepped toward the broken glass, my feet crunching softly against the wet shards scattered across the tiles. Outside, the streets carried the illusion of normalcy, with passing headlights cutting through sheets of rain, but the truth curled beneath the surface like a serpent. Someone had been following me. Someone had planned this. Someone had known exactly when I would be alone.My hands trembled as I brushed a piece of glass away from the ledge. The warning replayed in my ears, cold and deliberate. The intruder had not come to harm me, which wa

The house was too quiet. Nora noticed it the moment she stepped through the doorway, the same doorway that had felt impossibly cold the night before. The silence pressed in around her, thick and unfamiliar, the kind of quiet that carries unspoken questions. She placed her bag on the small table near the entrance and inhaled slowly, unsure if she was ready for whatever waited inside. She had woken up that morning with heavy thoughts twisting beneath her ribs, but as she crossed into the living room, she sensed another heaviness layered on top of her own. It felt as though the house itself exhaled something strained.A soft clinking sound drifted from the kitchen. She followed it, unsure of what she would find, and paused when she saw Adrian standing beside the counter. His posture was rigid in a way she had never seen before. His shoulders were squared, but not with confidence. This time, they held something restrained. A tension that hummed quietly, like a storm building far beyond th