Todos los capítulos de His Earthly Desire : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

His question hung between us like a blade — sharp, waiting to cut whichever answer I gave.‎It didn’t matter that no one else was in the room. The silence itself was watching. Listening. Pressing in.‎Who else… besides Andrew… has my attention?‎My breath tangled in my chest. I should have said no one. I should have looked away, stepped back, built the wall I spent days struggling to rebuild.‎But I didn’t move.‎Jayden watched me with that unreadable calm — the kind that didn’t need volume to be powerful. The kind that felt like thunder rumbling under the skin of a storm. His eyes didn’t search my face for clues. They measured me, like he was already certain of an answer he had no right to know.‎“I don’t know what you mean,” I finally whispered, though we both knew it was a lie.‎His jaw tightened — not dramatically, not obviously. But enough to show that he was fighting something in himself. Enough that if you’d memorized him the way I was starting to, you’d notice the crack in his

‎The office was unusually quiet that morning, the kind of quiet that hinted at something shifting beneath the surface. Phones still rang, keyboards still clacked, people still moved—but everything felt slower, tighter, like the air itself was waiting.‎‎I was sorting files at my desk when the atmosphere changed.‎‎I didn’t hear him come in.‎‎I felt him.‎‎A ripple passed through the hallway—subtle, but unmistakable. The kind of presence that drew attention without asking for it.‎‎A tall man stepped through the glass entrance and into the office:‎‎Broad shoulders.‎Hands casually in his pockets.‎Suit fitted, expensive, slightly undone at the collar.‎A relaxed confidence Jayden never wore.‎‎He didn’t smile.‎He didn’t speak.‎He didn’t need to.‎‎He looked like someone who walked into rooms expecting them to bend around him.‎‎Whispers broke out immediately.‎‎“That’s Johnson—”‎“The younger Roberts brother—”‎“He never shows up here—”‎‎I froze in my seat.‎‎This was

The morning began like any other, deceptively calm. The sound of computers, the shuffle of papers, the quiet murmur of voices — all ordinary. But the moment I sat down at my desk, a subtle unease settled in my chest, prickling like static across my skin. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, yet my mind kept drifting back to Jayden’s office, to the weight of his gaze from yesterday, to the invisible thread that seemed to tether me to him.And then it happened.A sharp ping of an incoming email dragged my attention back. A client had called — their shipment delayed, the presentation later that afternoon in jeopardy. My pulse quickened. Panic twisted in my stomach as I skimmed the email. This was serious. This was… catastrophic if mishandled. And I knew Jayden would notice, would expect perfection.I typed a response frantically, coordinating with the warehouse and our logistics team. Every keystroke felt amplified, every hesitation magnified under the invisible weight of his presence. I

The car ride away from the Roberts estate was silent.Not the comfortable kind.Not the peaceful kind.The kind that pressed against my ears until my thoughts felt too loud, too exposed. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, glowing gold and white like distant stars I couldn’t reach.Jayden sat beside me, perfectly composed, one hand resting loosely against his thigh, the other braced near the door. He hadn’t spoken since we left the ball. Hadn’t looked at me either.That was worse.I stared straight ahead, fingers clenched in my lap, replaying the night in fragments.His mother’s eyes. Clara’s smile. The way I suddenly felt… unnecessary.I swallowed hard.Maybe this was it.Maybe I had crossed into a world I was never meant to survive.The car slowed.I frowned. “This isn’t—”“My place,” Jayden finished calmly as the gates slid open. “You’re coming inside.”The words landed heavy.“I didn’t bring anything,” I said weakly.“You don’t need to.”The car came to a stop. The dr

The smell reached her before the heat did.Melissa froze in the narrow hallway of her apartment, fingers still curled around the strap of her bag. At first, she thought it was coming from outside—burning trash, maybe, or a neighbor cooking late. But the scent was wrong. Thick. Bitter. It crawled into her lungs and refused to leave.Her chest tightened.She took one careful step forward.The lights flickered.Once. Twice.“Hello?” she called out, though she didn’t know why. She already knew she was alone.The silence answered her.Her phone buzzed in her hand, startling her so badly she almost dropped it. Jayden’s name glowed on the screen.She hesitated.Something inside her whispered don’t ignore him.She answered. “I’m inside,” she said before he could speak. “I just came to get a few things. I won’t be long.”There was a pause on the other end. Too long.“You went back,” Jayden said quietly.Her stomach twisted. “I needed clothes. My documents—”“I told you not to go back.”His voi