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Story 7: In Love With My Father's Best Friend 1

MAYA'S POVThe taxi pulled up to the curb, and I looked up at the skyscraper piercing the city sky. Julian’s tower. My dad always called him "The Architect," like he was some kind of god who built worlds from nothing. To me, he was just the man I’d been dreaming about since I was sixteen—the one with the deep voice and the hands that looked could make any girl swoon by him.I stepped out of the cab, the humid city air sticking to my skin. I wasn't wearing much. Just a tiny white crop top and denim shorts that were probably a little too short for a "niece" coming to visit her "uncle." But I wasn't his niece, and I sure as hell wasn't here to play house.The elevator ride to the penthouse felt like a countdown. Ten. Nine. Eight. My heart was thumping, but it wasn't from nerves. It was excitement. I had three months in this city for my internship, and I planned to spend every night of it in Julian’s bed.The doors chimed and opened directly into his living room.The place was exactly lik

Story 7: In Love With My Father's Best Friend 2

MAYA'S POV The sun hit the floor-to-ceiling windows of my guest room at six in the morning, turning the entire penthouse into a bright, blinding box of light. I didn't mind. I had been awake for twenty minutes already, listening.In a house this expensive, you’d think the walls would be soundproof, but Julian’s home was rather open. I heard the distant thud of his feet on the floor, the hiss of the shower, and finally, the clink of ceramic in the kitchen.He was up.I stood up and walked to the mirror. I looked at the silk slip I’d chosen for the morning. It was thin—the kind of fabric that didn't leave much to the imagination, especially when the light hit it from behind. I didn't put on a bra. I didn't even bother with a robe. I wanted him to see exactly what he was trying so hard to ignore.I walked out of my room, my bare feet silent on the cold concrete floors.Julian was standing at the marble island, his back to me. He was dressed for work—dark slacks and a crisp white shirt t

Story 7:3

Power PlayMAYA'S POV Julian’s office was in a huge skyscraper downtown. It was mostly made of glass and white marble which reminded me of his penthouse. I walked in wearing a tight blazer and a skirt that showed off my legs. I didn't want to look like a student. I wanted to look like a woman."Maya? Mr. Thorne is in a meeting. Follow me," a girl named Sarah said. She looked at my outfit like she didn't approve, but I didn't care.She led me to a big glass room and I saw Julian inside.He was at the head of a long table and was surrounded by men in suits. He didn't have his jacket on, and his sleeves were rolled up. He was pointing at a model of a building. His voice was deep and steady.He looked powerful here unlike how nervous he was around me at home.He told one of the workers that his work wasn't good enough, and the man nodded in fear. I had never once seen Julian as scary so seeing his employee's reaction was definitely something new.I watched Julian’s hands as he moved them

Story 7:4

Rain and Red WineMAYA'S POV The sky turned a weird, dark gray by four o’clock. By the time I got back to the penthouse, the wind was howling against the glass. A massive summer storm was hitting the city.Julian wasn't home yet. I took the chance to shower and get ready. I didn't put on pajamas. I put on a short, black silk nightgown that barely covered my hips. It had thin straps that looked like they would break if you pulled them too hard. I brushed my hair and let it hang damp over my shoulders.I went out to the living room and turned off most of the lights. I wanted the place to feel dark and tight. A huge bolt of lightning flashed, lighting up the whole sky, followed by a crack of thunder that made the floor vibrate.The elevator chimed. Julian walked in.He looked exhausted. His suit jacket was draped over his arm, and his white shirt was damp from the rain. He stopped when he saw me sitting on the long leather sofa with a glass of red wine."The power is flickering," I said

Story 7:5

Nowhere To HideMAYA'S POV The next morning was quiet. Too quiet.I sat at the kitchen island, picking at a piece of toast. Julian had already left. He didn't leave a note. He didn't even leave the coffee pot on. It was like he was trying to erase the fact that he lived here with another person. Or maybe he was just trying to erase the memory of his hands on my hips and his mouth on mine.I wasn't going to let him, though.I knew his routine. My dad used to complain that Julian was like a robot. He woke up, he ran, he worked, he slept. And on Tuesday mornings, before he went to the office, he spent an hour in the private gym located in the basement of the tower.I finished my coffee and went to my room. I pulled on a pair of grey leggings that was way too fitted to be truly comfortable and a tiny black sports bra. I threw a thin hoodie over it, but I didn't zip it up. I tied my hair into a high ponytail and headed for the elevator.The gym was high-end and mostly empty. It had the sa

Story 7 : 6

The DinnerMAYA'S POV Julian was a coward. I knew it the moment I saw the table set for three.He had hired a private chef to drop off a five-course meal, and the dining room looked like a page from a magazine. There were white flowers, silver candles, and expensive wine. And there was Elena.Elena was exactly what Julian wanted the world to think he liked. She was in her late thirties, she wore a dress that cost more than someone's tuition, and she talked about "urban development" like it was a spiritual experience. She was safe for him. She was age-appropriate."Maya, it’s so nice to meet you," Elena said, giving me a fake, polite smile. "Julian told me he was hosting his friend's daughter for the summer. How sweet of you, Julian."Sweet. I wanted to gag."It’s not sweet," I said, sitting across from her. I had chosen a red dress that I had intended for a more intimate occasion but here I was wearing it to deal with this wacko."Julian is very dedicated to his duties. Aren't you, J

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The Forbidden FruitMAYA'S POV The silence in the dining room felt heavy after the front door clicked shut. Elena was gone, and I was left standing in my red silk dress, looking at the man I had spent years dreaming about.Julian was still standing by the window. His back was to me, his shoulders broad and tense under his white shirt. I felt a surge of triumph. I had ruined his dinner party."She wasn't right for you anyway," I said, my voice airy and confident. I walked toward him, my hips swaying. I reached out to touch his back, expecting him to flinch or turn around with another lecture about my father.Instead, Julian spun around so fast I gasped. He grabbed my wrist before I could touch him, his grip hurting my wrist. His eyes weren't the calm, blue-grey I was used to. They were dark—nearly black—and there was a cold edge to them that made my heart skip a beat."You’ve been pushing me since the second you stepped into this house, Maya," he said. His voice was a low growl. "You

Story 7:8

MAYA'S POV The sun was too bright the next morning. It bounced off the white marble and the glass walls, making my head ache. My body felt heavy, and every time I moved, I felt the soreness between my thighs. I looked in the mirror and saw the faint, dark prints of Julian’s fingers on my hips.I expected him to be different this morning. Maybe a little soft. Maybe a little guilty.I was wrong.When I walked into the kitchen, Julian was already in his suit. He was drinking a black coffee and reading something on his tablet. He didn't look up. He didn't even acknowledge I was in the room."Good morning," I said, my voice sounding a bit hoarse."We’re leaving in ten minutes," he said. His voice was flat. It reminded me of how he talked to his workers back at the office."Julian, about last night—"He finally looked up, and his eyes were like ice. "There is no 'last night,' Maya. There is only today. In this house, you are a guest. In my office, you are an intern. If you can’t handle tha

Story 7:9

MAYA'S POVI had watched the last of the staff leave at six, but I waited until exactly eight to walk toward Julian’s office.I had spent the last two hours in the bathroom, fixing my hair and making sure the seam of my stockings was perfectly straight. My heart was thumping against my ribs excitedly. After the way he had treated me all day, I was starving for the man who held me like he wanted to possess every inch of me.I pushed open his heavy glass door.Julian was sitting behind his desk. The only light in the room came from a single lamp in the corner and the soft blue glow of his computer monitors. He didn't look up when I entered. He was typing, his face looking bored."You’re three minutes late," he said. "I didn't think you were counting," I replied, closing the door behind me. I heard the lock click—a sound that sent a shiver straight to my core."Sit." He pointed to the chair across from him without looking at me.I sat. I crossed my legs, letting my skirt hike up, but he

Story 7: 10

MAYA'S POV The flowers arrived at ten in the morning. A massive, arrogant spray of lilies and red roses that I could clearly tell wasn't from Julian."From Liam in Engineering," Sarah chirped, setting them right on my desk where the whole office could see. "He said he really enjoyed that 'collaboration' on the bridge project yesterday."I didn't have to look toward the glass office to know Julian was watching. I could feel the heat of his gaze through the walls. Liam was twenty-eight, handsome, and clearly had feelings for me. He was the perfect threat for Julian.I made a show of smelling the roses. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Julian stand up. He didn't come to my desk. He walked straight to the breakroom."He wants to see you," Sarah whispered, her eyes wide. "And he looks like he’s about to fire someone."I walked into the breakroom. Julian was standing by the coffee machine, his back to the door. He didn't turn around when I closed it."Throw them out," he said, sounding a

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