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(AURIANNA'S POV)The morning sun glints off the row of sleek black cars parked in the courtyard. The security detail stands in formation beside them in their black suits, dark shades, and earpieces.Zayne's leaning against the middle car, tapping away at his phone, the corner of his mouth twitching as he looks clearly amused by whatever's on his phone screen.I walk toward him, the click of my boots echoing off the stone."Hey," I say.He glances up immediately, sliding his phone into his pocket. His eyes run over me, and for a second, I can tell he's trying not to let his expression show too much."You look nice.""Thanks," I reply, keeping my tone even.He nods toward the car. "Let's go."He opens the door for me-something I wasn't expecting-and I slide inside. Brielle's already buckled in, swinging her legs and sipping on a juice box."Hi, Anna!" she chirps, her smile bright enough to light up the car."Hey, Bree." I smile back.Zayne gets in beside me, then the driver starts the e

(AURIANNA'S POV)I'm still in shock.I turn to Zayne and he's smiling at me like this is funny.Oh, I'm gonna fucking kill him. I can already picture so many creative ways to strangle him to death.Before I can confront Zayne, a couple of employees break away from their desks and head toward me. Probably the office welcoming committee-the kind that only exists when the boss is watching.The first one is a woman with a tight bun and an even tighter smile."Welcome to Beaumont Industries," she says, her voice sweet but her eyes doing that up-and-down scan that tells me she's already decided everything she needs to know about me. "I'm Camille. I handle internal operations for the executive floor. If you need anything, just ask."Translation: I'm the real power here. Don't get in my way.I give her a polite, closed-mouth smile. "Noted."Then a guy steps forward-tall, glasses, definitely the nervous type."I'm Jacob," he says, adjusting his frames twice. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Astranova."

(AURIANNA'S POV)I watch the look on Zayne's face as he locks eyes with the bitch from the lobby. His jaw clenches, and I can hear the quiet mutter that follows."Oh, god... not today.""There you are!" she screeches, pointing a manicured finger at him. "Why did you block my number, Zayne?!"Zayne slowly rises from his chair, running a hand down his face. "Why my office, Kimberly? Out of all places, why here?"Before she can respond, Zayne's secretary rushes forward, her heels clacking against the floor in a panicked rhythm."Ma'am," she says, dragging Kimberly back. "you can't just barge into Mr. Beaumont's office without an appoint-"Kimberly turns and wrenches the secretary's hand off her arm and shoves her so hard the poor woman nearly loses her balance."Ew, back the fuck up, bitch! You smell like dirty gym socks!" Kimberly hisses, her nostrils flaring.I lean back in my chair, crossing one leg over the other, taking mental notes.Yep... this just got interesting.Zayne's eyes fl

(AURIANNA'S POV)The car ride home is dead silent.Not the peaceful kind of silence either, this one feels heavy. The kind that presses against your skin until you can barely breathe right.I'm staring out the tinted window, watching the city streak by in a blur of headlights and neon, my reflection ghosting faintly on the glass. Zayne hasn't said a word since we left the office. Not one. But I can feel him looking at me.That kind of stare that lingers too long. That searches for a reaction.I give him nothing.My body's turned slightly toward the window, my elbow propped on the armrest, my chin on my hand. Outside, the skyline glows like molten gold. Inside, the air is tight enough to choke on.He clears his throat once. Then again. But still says nothing.Good.I'm not even angry anymore. I left that behind with Kimberly's fake eyelashes somewhere on the office floor.I'm just... drained. Like every ounce of energy got sucked out of me.When the car finally pulls into the circular

(AURIANNA'S POV)Every time I blink, I find myself back there for a split second, the steam from the bathroom still clinging to my skin.All I can see is Zayne.I shake my head and walk back to the bed, the towel still knotted under my arms, and lean against the headboard with my dildo and vibrator in my hands.My weapons against these unwelcome thoughts.I untuck the towel and let it fall away, pooling around my hips. The air in the room kisses my skin. My nipples are already hardened from my arousal. I drop the towel to the floor and spread my legs, planting my feet flat on the mattress.I squeeze a generous amount of clear lube onto the dildo, the slick sound obscenely loud in the quiet room. I coat the length of it, my fingers sliding over the smooth surface. The vibrator clicks on with a quiet buzz. I set it aside for a moment.I guide the blunt silicone head of the dildo to my cunt. I'm so fucking wet already. I press forward, a sharp gasp slipping out of my mouth as the tip pus