All Chapters of AI WHISPERS (Erotica Spicy Tech Thriller): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The elevator doors are polished steel, reflecting distorted versions of us. Alex looks hollowed out. I look terrified.We are seconds away from going up to the Presidential Suite to face the man who wants to destroy us. The man Alex built an empire with. The man Alex loved."Wait," I say, my hand shooting out to stop the doors from opening.Alex turns to me, surprised. "Mia? We're already late.""I can't go up there," I whisper, the words tumbling out. "Not yet. Not after what you just said."He flinches. "About Harlan?""If you still love him... if there is even a sliver of that obsession left... I need to know where I stand. I need to know I'm not just the collateral damage in your breakup."Alex grabs my shoulders. His grip is desperate. "Mia, listen to me. What I felt for Harlan... what I still feel... it’s toxic. It’s scar tissue. It’s obsession born out of shared madness. It’s not this."He strokes my cheek."This is real," he says. "This is healthy. I love you.""Prove it," I s

The safe house is less "James Bond" and more "Alex’s eccentric uncle’s basement in Queens." It smells like damp concrete and old paper, but the internet connection is hardlined and encrypted to hell and back.I’m sitting on a crate, staring at a blank wall. My phone—my burner phone—is in my hand."She was my best friend," I whisper, the words scraping my throat raw. "Since freshman orientation. We shared a dorm room. We shared clothes. How long has she been lying to me?"Alex is at a makeshift desk made of plywood and sawhorses, typing on a laptop we bought for cash an hour ago. He doesn't look up, but his shoulders are tight."The data suggests since Chapter 13," he says, his voice flat, analytical. "The phone session. When you thought you were sharing a secret... she was logging the call.""Chapter 13," I repeat. Weeks ago. "So the addiction... the panic... it was all an act?""Or a cover," Alex says. "She might be addicted, Mia. But she’s also an asset for someone else. Probably th

"Press Y," I had said.Alex’s finger hovers over the key. But he doesn't press it. Not yet."Wait," he says, pulling his hand back. "If we go into the neural dive with our biometrics out of sync, the feedback loop will kill us. Literally. It’ll stop our hearts."I blink, the adrenaline from the system crash still humming in my ears. "So we just... die?""Not if we calibrate first," Alex says, turning to the equipment bag. He pulls out two black chest straps with sensors. "We need to link our cardiovascular systems. If our hearts beat in time, the system can use the rhythm as a carrier wave. It protects the core functions.""Biometric sync," I realize. "Like the running app, but... for our lives.""Exactly."He hands me a strap. "Put this on. Under your ribs."I strip off my shirt. The air in the basement is freezing, but my skin is burning. I wet the sensors and strap the monitor around my chest, right over my heart. Alex does the same.We sit on the mattress, facing each other, knees

The door slams shut behind Lena for the second time.This time, the silence that follows isn't just heavy. It’s radioactive.I’m standing in the middle of the room, my body still humming with the confusing, overstimulated energy of the quartet session. Alex is standing by the bed, staring at the spot where Lena was just kneeling.He looks wrecked. He looks guilty.And he looks like he misses her."You wanted her," I say. The words come out sharp, slicing through the quiet. "I saw you, Alex. When you were inside her... you weren't thinking about the code. You were thinking about her."Alex turns to me. His eyes are dark, turbulent. "And you?" he counters, his voice low and dangerous. "You moaned her name, Mia. I felt your heart rate spike when she touched you. You wanted her too.""I was confused!" I shout, stepping closer. "The AR... the haptics... everything was bleeding together!""Was it?" He steps into my space. "Or did you just realize that I'm not enough for you?""You're the on

The Voss Capital gala is a sea of sharks in tuxedos.I’m standing near a sculpture made of recycled circuit boards, sipping champagne that costs more than my car. My heart is beating a steady, frantic rhythm against the diamond necklace that is currently recording the faces of every tech mogul in the room.Alex is beside me, his hand resting casually on the small of my back. To anyone else, it looks like affection. To me, it feels like a spotter keeping a weightlifter from dropping the bar."Status," Alex murmurs into his glass."Scanning," Echo’s voice whispers in my earbud. "Harlan is currently on the podium. He has begun his keynote speech. The duration is typically twenty minutes. You have an eight-minute window before his security detail does a perimeter sweep of the executive floor.""Eight minutes," I whisper. "That's tight.""We move fast," Alex says. "Service elevator is behind the catering station. North wall."We drift through the crowd. I smile at a senator. I nod at a ven