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Chapter 121

[Elena's POV]He didn't bother taking off his tailored trousers. He just unzipped them. The sharp, metallic rasp echoed loudly in the quiet guest bedroom.Noah stepped right between my spread knees. His large hands clamped down on my bare thighs, pinning my hips flush against the mattress.I was already trembling, slick and painfully empty from the video call."Noah," I gasped, my chest heaving.He didn't give me a single second to adjust. He gripped my waist and drove his hips forward, sinking his thick, hard length completely inside me in one single, ruthless thrust.The sudden fullness hit my highly sensitized nerves like a lightning strike.My back arched completely off the bed. I didn't even have to work for it. The climax ripped through me instantly. My internal muscles clamped down hard around him, crushing him. I threw my head back, a loud scream building in my throat.Noah’s large hand slammed over my mouth, trapping the sound against his palm."Quiet," he growled right again

Chapter 122

[Elena's POV]I stood frozen. The two massive Velgrave guards lay completely still by the shattered doorframe."Mr. Marlowe..." My lips were trembling but I couldn't show weakness in front of him."So, are these your last words?" Marco said in a calm tone. Before I was about to say something to save my life..."Elena!"Footsteps slapped hard against the hardwood floor.Nicole sprinted out, dragging my mother by the hand.Nicole's face was chalk-white, but her right hand gripped a heavy, cast-iron fireplace poker. She shoved me backward, stepping directly between me and the Boss of the Marlowe family.The heavy iron poker shook violently in her grip."Don't take another step!" Nicole yelled, her voice pitching high in a terrified, fierce rush."I swear to God, I don't care who you are! If you touch her, Noah Marlowe is going to ruin you! He is obsessed with her! She's a genius with a massive career ahead of her. You lay a finger on her, and I will destroy your life on the internet! I wi

Chapter 123

[Elena's POV]"That's good to know." Aris just offered a polite, deeply knowing smile, picked up his leather bag, and walked out to his sports car.Noah tossed the expensive art book onto the console table. He stepped into my space, backing me up until my spine hit the cool plaster wall.His long fingers gripped my hips, pressing into my skin through the thin cotton of my shirt.The sharp scent of burnt gunpowder and cold mint washed over my face. His breathing was a low, measured rasp against the quiet hum of the house.The heat radiating off his solid body completely suffocated the cool air in the hallway."What exactly did you say to Marco to keep him from putting a bullet in your head?" Noah asked.I looked up into his dark, furious eyes. "I told him the truth."Noah's thumbs dug harder into my hips. "Which is?""I told him I'm using you," I said evenly. "I told him I'm with you for your money, your resources, and your art connections. I made sure he understood I don't care about

Chapter 124

[Elena's POV]"You have to," I gasped, grabbing his thick, tattooed wrist to stop his hand. "I'm on my period."Noah froze.The heavy, dark lust in his eyes warred with bitter frustration. He dropped his head back against the leather headrest, letting out a harsh sigh. "You have terrible timing."I bit my lower lip to hide a smile. A strange, secret wave of relief washed over me. A few days of bleeding meant I was safe. Plus, Noah had mentioned Marlowe men were notoriously hard to breed. I had nothing to worry about."I didn't plan it," I whispered.Noah opened his eyes. They were completely black in the shadows. He grabbed my hand, dragging it down to the rigid, heavy bulge straining against his expensive slacks."You broke my patience," Noah commanded, his voice dark and breathless. "You fix it."My skin burned. I fumbled with his zipper, the sharp metallic sound echoing loudly in the quiet car.When my trembling fingers wrapped around his thick, hot length, his jaw clenched hard.H

Chapter 125

[Elena's POV]"Just the bug," I said, keeping my back to the hallway. "It'll pass."Noah didn't look convinced, but he let it go. His fingers slid down my arm and caught my wrist. "Come here."I let him pull me into the study. The door clicked shut behind us.Sunlight cut across the heavy oak desk, catching on the silver pen he always twirled when he was thinking.I needed an excuse, fast."I came for inspiration," I said, keeping my tone light. "Thought I'd sketch something for you. Maybe a portrait. Something to hang in here so you remember me when you're buried in all those late-night calls."Noah's mouth curved, just that faint, almost-smirk he saved for me. He dropped into his massive leather chair and tugged me forward until my knees bumped his. "Sit.""A portrait of me?" He pulled me down onto his lap, settling me sideways so my hip pressed against his thigh. "Finally remembered your boyfriend exists, huh? Or are you just practicing before you draw another piece for my guards?"

Chapter 126

[Elena's POV]Sarah, the PR coordinator of Marlowe Enterprises, tapped the tip of her digital stylus against her iPad screen. A steady, irritating rhythm."Marlowe Enterprises is proud to sponsor the next generation of architectural visionaries," I read aloud from the heavy cardstock. The words tasted like dust."We highlighted the Velgrave foundation's charitable donations in the second paragraph," Sarah instructed, her voice a practiced monotone. "Pause for three seconds after that sentence. The audience will applaud."I picked up a black ink pen and drew a thick, diagonal line across the pristine typed words.Sarah's stylus froze in mid-air. "Miss Campbell, the legal team approved that copy.""But I didn't. That's not what I wanna say in the speech!" I gave Sarah a small smile, flipped the heavy cardstock over, pressed the pen to the blank back, and wrote the truth.I detailed the smell of cheap acrylic paint in a freezing apartment, the sting of final eviction notices, the grease

Chapter 127

[Elena's POV]Caroline's voice carried down the marble steps like she'd been practicing the projection."Marlowe's expensive little forgery is back to pretend she has a degree!"A few students turned. Some laughed. Most just stared.I kept walking up the steps. My red heels hit the marble at exactly the same pace.Caroline tracked me the whole way up, her silver dress catching the afternoon light, her four satellites shifting to face me as I reached the top."Love the dress," Caroline said. Her eyes moved over it the way you price something at an auction. "Did he pick it out, or did you?""Good afternoon, Caroline." I walked past her through the brass doors.The lobby smelled like floor wax and old paint. The receptionist at the front desk stood before I even reached her, both hands on the counter."Miss Campbell, welcome back. We have your lanyard and the event brief.""Thank you." I took the lanyard and looped it over my head without stopping.Down the east corridor, two junior stud

Chapter 128

[Elena's POV]The auditorium filled up faster than I expected.Faculty in the front two rows, students fanning out behind them, a cluster of press photographers along the left wall with their lenses already aimed at the podium. All because Noah Marlowe's name was on the banner above my head.I stood in the wings and watched the seats fill. Andrew materialized at my elbow, straightening his tie for the third time."Full house," he said, like he'd personally arranged it.I watched a photographer adjust his lens toward the empty front row. Saving space for the main event. The one who wasn't here yet."Miss Campbell?" Andrew gestured toward the stage entrance.I walked out.The applause when I stepped up was polite. The kind that happens because it's expected. I set my folder on the podium, adjusted the microphone, and looked out at four hundred faces.I opened the folder. The corporate draft. Smooth, approved, three-second pause after the charitable donation paragraph.I read the first l

Chapter 129

[Elena's POV]"Didn't miss a thing," I said into the microphone. "You're right on time."Noah settled back in his seat like he owned the chair. Someone two rows behind him whispered something. I didn't catch the words, but I caught the tone, impressed, slightly nervous. The usual Noah effect.I looked back at the auditorium."And next, I want to talk about what a painting actually costs," I said. "Not the price tag. The other kind."The room had gone quiet in a way it hadn't before he walked in. Better quiet. Paying attention."I dropped out at the end of my second year. I had about forty dollars in my account and my mother had just been told her heart needed surgery. I kept painting because I didn't know what else to do with my hands at two in the morning when I couldn't sleep." I looked at the student section."That's not inspiration. That's just what happens when you don't have anywhere else to put the noise."Someone in the middle rows had stopped recording and was just listening.

Chapter 130

[Elena's POV]"You're jealous," I said. "Of a milkshake.""I'm not jealous of a milkshake." Noah's hand dropped from my shoulder. He straightened his cuff. "I'm pointing out that you wasted a first experience on someone who didn't deserve it.""That's jealousy.""That's an observation."I looked at him for a moment. "Noah. It was a dairy product."Something shifted in his jaw. Not quite a smile, but close. "We're fixing it," he said, and steered me back toward the corridor exit.Mr. Jackson was behind the counter when we walked in, and he looked up the way he always did when the door opened — then froze with the coffee tamper halfway to the portafilter."Elena." He set the tamper down and came around the counter, pulling me into a hug that smelled like espresso and worn cotton. He held me at arm's length, scanning my face. "Are you okay? I got your messages saying you were safe, but you look... different. Good different. What happened?""Long story."His eyes moved to Noah. Unlike the

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