บททั้งหมดของ TWISTED OBESSION: MY FIANCE CHEATED SO I SLEPT WITH HIS BOSS: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

ELARA I haven't been to his penthouse in four days. It's been four days since that Tuesday night when we established "ground rules" that never actually got discussed because we were too busy tearing each other's clothes off. It's been four days of him texting me to "come over" and four days of me responding, "We need to talk first." Tonight, he finally agreed to talk. The elevator opens directly into his penthouse, and he's waiting again, like he did four days ago. Leaning against the kitchen counter, with his arms crossed, still in his work shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He looks dangerous and beautiful and completely exasperated. "You came," he says. "You promised we'd actually talk this time. "I did." He pours two glasses of wine without asking and brings one to me. "So let's talk." I take the wine but don't drink it. "What are we doing, Damien?" "What do you want to be doing?" "I want honesty, and I want clarity. But most importantly, I want to know what this is becau

ELARA Week one of our "arrangement" is the hardest thing I've ever done. By day, I'm Elara Blake, Senior Marketing Manager. I attend meetings, review campaigns, and collaborate with my team. I'm professional, focused, and competent. And I pretend the CEO doesn't exist. We pass in hallways without acknowledgment. We sit in the same conference room during the Monday morning executive briefing, and I don't look at him once. When he sends company-wide emails, I respond with the same formal courtesy as everyone else. But it's torture. Because I know what he looks like when he loses control. I know the sounds he makes when he comes. I know that underneath those expensive suits is a body I've memorized with my hands and mouth. And he knows the same about me. "Earth to Elara." I blink, focusing on James, who's waving a hand in front of my face. "Sorry, what?" "I said, Are you okay? You've been distracted all week." He's looking at me with concern. "I thought you sorted ou

ELARA The black town car is waiting for me at exactly 7 PM. The driver—a stoic man in his fifties named Thomas—opens the door for me without a word. I slide into the backseat, and the door closes with an expensive, solid thunk. The privacy partition is up. I'm alone with my thoughts as the car glides through Manhattan traffic. My phone has been buzzing all afternoon. Elise called twice. James texted three times asking if I'm okay. Even Jennifer, my supervisor, sent a carefully worded email asking if I needed to "discuss what happened with Mr. Reed." I've ignored them all. Because what can I say? That my ex-boyfriend is right? That I am sleeping with the CEO? That I'm so far over my head I can't see daylight anymore? The car pulls up to Damien's building. Thomas opens my door, and the doorman ushers me inside. The elevator rises smoothly to the penthouse. When the doors open, Dante is waiting. But he's not alone. Sebastian Brown stands beside him, arms crossed, expression seri

ELARA Damien’s eyes flare with raw hunger at my words, the kind that makes my pulse thunder in my throat. He doesn’t speak. He simply moves.One second I’m standing between his thighs; the next, my back meets the cool glass of his floor-to-ceiling window, fifty-eight stories above the city. The skyline glitters behind me like a carpet of diamonds, but all I can feel is the hard, unyielding heat of him pressing me into the glass.“Stay right there,” he orders against my ear, his voice low and lethal.I obey instantly, the city sprawling beneath me, exposed and dizzying. Anyone with the right angle and a pair of binoculars could see us. The thought sends a fresh rush of slick heat between my legs.He steps away only long enough to open the top drawer of his desk. My breath catches when I see what he pulls out: a length of midnight-blue silk rope, soft as water bu

ELARA He's quiet for a moment, studying my face. Then he sighs. "Board meeting. Today. Some members are questioning the Reed investigation. Wanting an independent review." My stomach drops. "Because of us?" "Because someone is feeding them information and encouraging them to create problems." His jaw tightens. "I have my suspicions about who." "What does an independent review mean?" "It means delays. It also means Lucas gets more time to prepare his defense, and that raises questions about whether the investigation was legitimate." His thumb strokes my hip. "It also means people are trying to use our relationship to undermine everything." "Can they do that? Force a review?" "They can try." His smile coldly. "They won't succeed." "How can you be sure?" "Because I own this company, Elara, and they seem to have forgotten that." He pulls me closer. "But they'll remember today." There's something in his voice that sends a chill down my spine. This is the man who destroyed Tim War