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I haven’t had any real excitement in months. Since my ex cheated on me with Clara, my best friend, I felt… dull. Like someone had drained all the color from my life. Even my reflection in the mirror seemed tired, my lips pale, my eyes heavy. I used to feel alive, daring, playful—but now? I felt small. Invisible. Then Clara sent the invitation. Her party. She made it sound casual, fun. But I knew better. She was always the kind of person to stir things up. And maybe, just maybe, this was exactly what I needed. A spark. Something to remind me that I could still feel fire inside me. That I could still be bold. I spent hours getting ready that night. I tried on dress after dress. Nothing felt right. Too plain. Too boring. Too careful. And then I saw it. The black dress that hugged my curves in all the right places. The one that cut just above my thighs. Just enough to show I wasn’t hiding. I stared at myself in the mirror and smiled. My hair fell in soft waves, my lips a little

The door was locked. The party downstairs was just a faint hum, like it belonged to a different world. In here, the air was thick and smelled like Julian—expensive, masculine, and intoxicating.He didn't ask questions. He didn't care about my day or my past. He just looked at me like he wanted to devour me.The Clothes Come OffJulian stepped into my space. He didn't say a word. He reached around me, his large hands finding the zipper of my dress. The sound of it sliding down made my skin prickle. As the silk loosened, he pulled the straps off my shoulders.The dress hit the floor with a soft thud. I stood there in just my black lace underwear, my heart slamming against my ribs. I felt exposed, but the way he looked at me made me feel powerful. His eyes stayed on mine for a second before they traveled down my body, slow and hungry."Turn around," he muttered.I did. I felt his hot breath on my bare back, sending shivers straight to my toes. He unhooked my bra, and I caught it before it

The room was far too bright. The gala was supposed to be a celebration of success, but all I felt was a strange, hollow ache in my chest. I stood by the edge of the ballroom, holding a glass of champagne I didn't want, watching the rich and the powerful move like shadows against the gold-leafed walls. I had spent months trying to pull my life back together, trying to be the "good girl" who didn't take risks. I was wearing a dress that cost more than my first car—a deep, emerald green silk that felt like a second skin. It was modest enough for the crowd, but the way it clung to my hips made me feel exposed.I was trying to listen to Clara talk about some new investment, but her voice was just a blur of noise. My skin was prickling. It was that feeling you get when someone is staring at the back of your neck. It wasn't just a glance. It felt heavy. It felt like heat.Slowly, I turned my head.He was standing across the room, leaning against a marble pillar. Marcus.The last tim

The air in Room 502 was heavy enough to choke me. I was lying on the desk, my skin flushed a deep pink, and my breath coming in jagged, broken gasps. Marcus stood over me, looking like a storm cloud ready to burst. He hadn't even touched me with his full weight yet, and I was already a ruin.For years, I had wondered what it would be like to be under him. I had imagined his hands, his voice, his heat. But the reality was a thousand times more intense. It was like being near a fire that wanted to consume me. My mind was gone. There was no "good girl" left. There was only a raw, pulsing need that only Marcus could fix.Marcus didn't let me rest. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to the edge of the desk, forcing my legs to drape over his broad shoulders. I felt so open, so vulnerable. He stared at me, his eyes dark with a hunger that made my heart hammer against my ribs."You're shaking again, Elena," he murmured. He reached out and cupped my face, his thumb rubbing over my bottom l

The sun was just starting to crawl through the heavy curtains of Room 502. The light was soft and gold, hitting the mess of clothes scattered across the floor. My emerald dress was a crumpled pile in the corner, looking like a ghost of the woman I used to be. I lay in the center of the huge bed, my body aching in ways I had never felt before. I felt heavy, warm, and completely used.Marcus was awake. He was propped up on one elbow, watching me with those dark, intense eyes. He didn't look tired at all. He looked satisfied, like a lion watching his prize. He reached out and ran a hand down my bare side, his rough palm making me shiver even though I was exhausted."Morning," he said. His voice was a deep, gravelly rumble that made my stomach flip."Morning," I whispered. My voice was almost gone. It was raspy and low from hours of screaming his name into the pillows.I looked at him, and for the first time, I felt the weight of what we had done. We hadn't just had a one-night stand