All Chapters of His Holiday Prohibition : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

TEMPTATION~SILAS'S POV~I couldn't sleep.I had been staring at the ceiling for three hours. The penthouse was too quiet and too empty. The king-sized bed felt like a fucking waste of space.I rolled over and checked my phone. 2:47 AM.There were no messages which was a surprise since I usually get tons. I put it back face down on the nightstand and closed my eyes.'Don't think about her. Don't.'But my brain wouldn't cooperate. It kept replaying moments. Her laugh. The way she looked at me when I touched her. The sounds she made when—Stop.I had been good for weeks, I had been good. I paid her tuition. I stayed away. I didn't call. I didn't text. I was doing the right thing.The phone rang.The sound cut through the silence. I jerked upright, heart slamming against my ribs. I grabbed the phone and looked at the screen.Maya.My thumb hovered over the green button.'Don't answer. You're done. You let her go. This is over.' But my hand wasn't listening. So I swiped."Maya." I thought

THE INTERSHIP~MAYA'S POV~"Safe," I said out loud. "He is safe. That's a good thing."I was sitting on the floor of the living room, surrounded by open textbooks I had not actually read in three weeks. Chloe was on the sofa painting her toenails electric blue.She paused, looked down at me. "You're trying too hard.""What?""If you have to say he's safe out loud, it means he's boring.""He isn't boring," I said. My voice had no punch. "Liam is steady. He volunteers at a shelter. He listens when I talk. He doesn't drive a car that costs more than this entire building."Chloe groaned. "Yeah, well. Steady is for when you're forty and want to retire. You're twenty-one. You should be making mistakes."I made a mistake and I am still paying for it."I'm done with mistakes," I muttered and flipped a page in my Economics book without reading it. "I want normal.""Normal is overrated," she said. "But fine. If you want library boy, go for library boy. Just don't call me when you die of boredom

THE CONTRACT ~MAYA POV~"I heard you," He spoke more quietly now. It sounded more risky. "And then I watched you go on a date with him two days later. And that's when I decided."His hand moved away from my face. His look changed. It was serious again. It was a bit overwhelming. He went to the desk and picked up a folder."Junior Executive Liaison," he said. "Starting salary, one hundred and fifty thousand a year. Full benefits. Signing bonus of twenty thousand, paid today."I blinked hard and forced myself to shift gears with him. "That's three times what a junior intern makes.""I'm not hiring an intern," he said. "I'm hiring you.""And what does a Liaison do exactly?""You handle me," Silas said. "My schedule at this firm. You travel with me. You sit in on meetings. You answer my phone." He looked up from the folder. "Where I go, you go. You report to no one else. You answer only to me.""So I'm your secretary.""You're my shadow," he corrected. "Where I go, you go. Always."I st

DAY ONE 2~MAYA POV~I glare at the back of his head before walking over to the cabinet. I grab the handle of the bottom drawer and realize I have to squat down to open it. My tight skirt immediately rides up my thighs, exposing skin. I reach inside, flipping through thick folders.Wait a minute. He put this file here on purpose. The bottom drawer. He wanted me to—"I don't see it," I say."Keep looking." His voice comes from behind me.My face burns. I keep searching, forced to stay bent over for two full minutes while he watches. When I finally find the tab labeled Volkov, I stand up fast, smoothing my skirt down with trembling hands.He isn't even pretending to work anymore. He's leaning back in his chair, staring directly at my legs. The hunger in his eyes is completely unrestrained, a predator looking at a meal."Here is the file," I say, walking over and holding it out.Instead of taking it, Silas reaches out and wraps his hand around my wrist. His thumb presses directly over m

HIS SCENT~MAYA POV~Last night, I tried to play house.It was a pathetic attempt at normalcy. Liam came over with a pepperoni pizza that greased through the bottom of the box and a choice of movie that involved more explosions than plot. He sat on my couch...the one with the spring that tries to assassinate anyone who leans too far left....and for a few hours, I pretended my life hadn't turned into a Gothic horror novel funded by a Fortune 500 company.When Liam kissed me goodbye at the door, he hugged me tight, burying his face in my neck.I closed the door and immediately leaned against the wood, my chest heaving. I walked to the bathroom mirror and stared at the hypocrite in the reflection.The choker was still there, hidden under my shirt.Another man had just been in my apartment, holding me, smelling his cheap cologne on my skin, while I wore Silas King's diamond-encrusted brand around my throat. It felt dirty. Not the fun kind. The kind that makes you want to scrub your ski