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I had just gotten the kids ready and dropped them off at school with zero drama—shocking, I know. No missing socks, no last-minute tantrums, no spilled cereal apocalypse. I hadn’t even seen Ace all morning. Typical. The man could win a gold medal in hide-and-seek at this point—always vanishing like a ghost in his own damn house.I was just starting to think of what productive thing I could do with the rest of my day, when Megan came rushing toward me like she was being chased by a swarm of angry bees.“Aria, please,” she panted, shoving a brown folder into my hands. “Can you take this to Ace’s office? He just called, said it’s urgent. I was supposed to drop it off but I’ve got a table read in fifteen minutes and I can’t be late.”I blinked down at the folder, then up at her. Oh, someone is about to have some fun today.I smiled sweetly, trying to hide the wicked grin threatening to break free. “Of course, Megan. I’d be delighted to deliver these to your husband.”Megan barely gave me

From under the desk, I watched Ace roughly scrub my lipstick off his lips like it offended his entire bloodline. He straightened his tie with so much aggression I thought it would snap in half, then ran a hand through his hair like he was trying to massage the irritation out of his skull.He shoved his chair closer to the desk, practically jamming it into my ribs, but I didn’t make a sound. I was too busy fighting back a snort.I swear, the man looked like a bomb in a suit—every tick of his jaw, every stiff movement, screamed pissed. And I loved it. His anger, his restraint, the way he was doing everything possible to pretend I wasn’t literally crouched under his desk? Delicious.A male voice strolled in, completely unaware of the warzone he just walked into.“Mr. Alessandro, sorry to interrupt,” the guy said. “I have the latest report from the Paris account. I just thought—”I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my childhood. Really? Now?Of course he’d pick now to drop off boring corpora

**Ace**I’m this close to losing my damn mind.Everywhere I turn, she’s there. Like smoke—curling through cracks, slipping in where she shouldn’t be.Aria’s like a virus. Infectious. Persistent. She has infiltrated every corner of my life. My home. My thoughts. My goddamn office.I can’t focus. Not when the image of her—wild, reckless, smug—keeps barging into my head like she owns space there. Like she’s paid rent and hung pictures.Yesterday? She took it to another level.Just remembering it makes my jaw tighten.There I was, talking budgets with Ben, trying to hold onto a shred of professionalism, and the witch was under my desk. Hiding.The thrill that shot through me when I felt her cheek rub against my cock? It was blinding. Terrifying. Fucking insane. Like a fuse lit deep in my gut. And it wasn’t just the feel of her—it was the way she did it. Like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. Like my cock was fucking oxygen to her, and she was gasping for air.And I—I al

I’ve been sleeping in a hotel for the past three days since Megan traveled. And honestly? It’s been peaceful. The bed’s decent, the food’s predictable, and—most importantly—there’s no Aria. No distractions. No tight shorts parading around. No sly smirks. No goddamn temptation lurking in every corner like a trap I might step into.It’s sad, really. My own house has become enemy territory. A place I used to walk into with comfort now feels like a minefield, and I’m the poor bastard tiptoeing around, hoping not to set off a bomb with legs.I thought I was done with her.Thought I’d finally found my way out of that twisted spell she wrapped around me. But life has a cruel sense of humor—just when I thought I’d gotten rid of her, the universe decided to throw her right back into my life. Like some cosmic joke.Now my life’s a fucking mess. I’m avoiding my own home like the damn plague, and yet… she still finds a way in. Not physically. Mentally.She haunts me.Even in this quiet hotel

Suddenly, the bathroom handle rattled, and I nearly jumped like a guilty teenager caught with a stolen adult magazine. My heart slammed into my ribs before I remembered I locked the door. Thank God I locked the fucking door.Then came the knock."Ace?" Her voice was sweetly poisonous. "Are you seriously jerking off in there when you can have the real deal?"I closed my eyes and leaned back against the tiled wall, still panting, still pissed, still aching. Of course she knew what I was up to. Of course the devil herself had to taunt me even after she'd wrecked my head with that display. She probably saw the look on my face before I bolted. She knows what she does to me, and worse—she enjoys it.I didn't bother answering. What could I even say? Yes, I'm in here jerking off to the sound of your moans while hating myself for it? I ran a hand over my face, trying to calm the storm in my chest. My pants were still around my thighs, my cum now cooling on the floor, and all I could thin