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“Oh, hell no, Noah!” I screamed, jabbing my finger hard into the center of his chest. “Tell me you did not just accuse me of something as insane and ridiculous as that. How dare you? How dare you?”His jaw tightened, but he didn’t back down. “It’s not ridiculous, Lena. For the past week you’ve been acting strange. Latenight texting, late Latenight calls, you barely look at me anymore, you’re either giggling or smiling at something on your phone. Let’s not even talk about the fact that you came home late last night, and now your boss is calling you at this hour? Now everything finally makes sense. Maybe my mother was right after all. You can’t blame me for thinking this way.”I let out a sharp, incredulous scoff and started pacing the bedroom. “It was one time, Noah. One single time I came home late from work and now you’re acting like it’s a regular thing, like I’m sneaking around every night. Of course your mother was right, because you’re always so quick to take her side and never

Lena’s POVMy heart was hammering very fast as I hurried out of Ethan’s office, the echo of Adrian’s words still burning in my ears. It wasn’t just the unexpected collision at the door, although that alone had sent a jolt through me. It was the way he’d leaned in so close, his hot breath brushing my neck as he whispered those low, flirty words that made my pussy clench and throb instantly. God, the man knew exactly what he was doing to me.I practically collapsed into my chair at my desk, my fingers trembling slightly as I opened the files Clara had dropped off earlier, confirming everything that Ethan noted. Work. Yes! Let’s focus on work. If I didn’t drown myself in spreadsheets and emails right now, Adrian Blackwood would be the only thing circling in my head until the close of work. And honestly? A part of me didn’t even mind the thought.I was only a few minutes into double-checking Ethan's notes when I heard a soft tap on my door. My head snapped up just in time to see Adrian’s

I stripped off my clothes and let them fall in a heap on the bedroom floor, as I headed barefoot into the bathroom. I reached for my favorite lavender bubble bath and poured a generous amount under the running water. Tonight, I wasn’t settling for the regular bath, I wanted to use the jacuzzi. I connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker, hit play on my favorite long-bath playlist—slow R&B, sultry voices, a bass that hummed low and steady. I went in slowly, as the water swallowed me inch by inch, warm and forgiving, as it soaked into every tired muscle. I sighed, letting my head tip back against the curved edge.For a moment I just laid there, eyes closed, then my hands began to move slowly at first, gliding over my arms, my collarbone, down to my waist. They drifted lower without permission, stopping just above where I ached most. My fingers found my clit and started rubbing slow, measured circles, my breath caught as my eyes fluttered shut.The music wrapped around me as I rubbed a

I don’t think dessert comes before dinner, but in this case, I think I’d want to try something different for a change. So I’d say dessert first before dinner,” I teased, staring into those charming, dangerous eyes of his that always made me forget who I was or the complete mess surrounding my life.Adrian’s lips curved into that devilish smile I was getting used too and without saying a word, he took my hand in his, warm and steady, and gently pulled me up from the couch. My heart kicked a bit as we headed toward his bedroom, the air between us thick with unspoken words.As soon as we stepped inside, my eyes widened. In the corner of the room sat a full massage table, neatly set up with folded towels, bottles of oil, smooth stones, and even a small speaker ready to play ambient sounds. It looked like something a professional masseuse would bring to a high-end spa, certainly not something I’d expect in Adrian’s bedroom.“What is all this, Adrian?” I asked, amusement bubbling up as a wi

Lena’s POV An arrangement? I repeated the words, tasting them slowly, like they might burn my tongue if I said them too fast. My fork clinked against the plate as I set it down, the sound sharper than I intended. “Do you mind explaining what you mean by that? I just wanna be sure I know what you’re talking about.”Adrian just watched me, that easy half-smile still playing on his lips. “What I mean, Lena,” he said, gesturing loosely between us with one hand, “Is that whatever this between us, it’s not exclusive. We’re enjoying each other’s company, no strings attached. And both parties are free to see other people, free to do whatever they want with whoever they want without any guilt trips, or drama. So in that way, I won’t get offended if I see you with your husband or anyone else, and you won’t have to get jealous if you see me with someone. It’s simple, clean and easy on both sides.” He said it so casually, like he was discussing the weather or the wine list. Like this was a routi