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CHAPTER ONE

…I knocked once and twisted the door knob with confidence. This time, with no hesitations.“Good evening, Mr. McCullen. I have your report.” I said, stretching out my arm to hand it over.He looked up, gazing at me with those blue eyes piercing straight through me.Get a grip, Robin. He’s unavailable.“Right. Have a seat.”He returned to his computer.“Give me a minute, will you.”I nodded, my thoughts spiralling with an image of him and Millicent together.I frowned.“Done,” he declared, closing his laptop. He held his nape, rolling his head back and forth.“You can leave it on the desk.”I did, and stood up almost immediately… too quickly to leave, striding across the room to the door.He crossed the room, just in time and caught my arm before I could make it out.“Leaving so soon?” he purred, his voice raspy and sensual.“Yes. I have somewhere I need to be.”“Wait. Don’t leave.”He traced his bottom lip with his tongue, sending tiny shivers of molten heat spreading through my entire

CHAPTER TWO

I groaned to the shrill of my ringtone, stretching my sore limbs, still very much half-asleep. I groped across the bed for the phone, answering on the second ring.“Robin, I have great news for you! Dad secured you an interview for a position at McCullen Confectionery. You’ll have the interview at McCullen Heights.” Lana screamed with a piercing voice, snapping my eyes open, my heart stuttering as the words gradually sank in. The silence lingered before Lana’s voice thudded in my ears.“Hey,” she snapped. “Did you hear me?”“Well… I…I just can’t believe it. How?” I said, my brows knitting in surprise, my jaw dropping slightly, wide eyed.“Uh, duh,” she teased flippantly. “My dad holds the keys to a lot of high places, darling, the interview is at eleven. Best of luck, Rob.”I tapped the end button and stared at my phone, stunned.Was I dreaming?An interview?After countless unsuccessful interviews over the preceding weeks, I had begun to admit to failure. The outcome remained unchange

CHAPTER THREE

The weekend passed very quickly in a hazy blur. Lana had dragged me downtown to a bar for some much-needed relaxation after a stressful week at her department and the looming reality of my new job. Still, every spare moment, my mind faltered, circling back to Jack. What was it about him I just couldn’t resist?His piercing blue eyes?That impossibly handsome face?The searing warmth of his touch? Or the way he made me quiver when we were in close proximity?I was by and large slipping into a reverie about Jack every fleeting moment. I was losing myself in want, one I hadn’t planned for. This job meant the world to me, I would never want to ruin it with an insatiable desire I had no right to feel.My first day at the confectionery was tranquil. The grandeur of the factory was unlike anything I’d ever seen before, its interior nothing short of breath taking. I worked here now? At McCullen Confectionery? It felt incredible. The Confectionery rose with a quiet confidence; dark glass, clean

CHAPTER FOUR

Voices filtered through the fog in my head, dragging me awake. I puffed, the sound sharpening into Lana and Mike’s low murmurs drifting from the kitchen.I groaned and pushed myself upright, my head already protesting with a stab of pain. I sauntered down the hallway, cradling my skull in one hand.It hurt like a bitch.“I’ll take my leave now, Miss Robin,” Mike said softly when he spotted me. He gave a small nod and exited through the kitchen door.Mike was a man of few words—one of the longest-serving chauffeurs in the Betton family. Lana swore she didn’t need the security or the entourage chasing her about, but she never hesitated to enjoy the perks and highs of her privilege when it suited her, like Mike being at her beck and call.“Sleep good?” Lana asked, sliding a mug of coffee into my hands.“Ugh,” I groaned. “My head is killing me. Remind me why I agreed to get wasted?”I pressed my fingers against my temples, massaging slowly, willing the ache to ease. “I’m never doing this

CHAPTER FIVE

The restaurant opened up like a cathedral, it was an embodiment of modern luxury and effortless elegance. The space was defined by the sheer, breath-taking volume of airy grandeur, softened by the plush expanse of cream leather and the dizzying height of the ceiling above. Gosh it was so high. To the left, a towering wall stretched two storeys high, its glass panes turning into vast, obsidian mirrors and suspending from the distant ceiling on impossibly thin wires was a constellation of massive glass spheres hovering over the centre of the room. They burned with molten intensity, their irregular, organic textures catching the light like embers trapped in ice. Hung at staggering heights, they cascaded downward like a waterfall of illuminated glass, breaking the vast emptiness of the atrium. There were long, theatrical shadows stretched across the stone walls as a soft, amber luminance rained down upon the diners below. Walking on the impeccably polished marble floor resembled a dark l

CHAPTER SIX

McCullen Confectionary was an enormous, towering building—so vast that even after a couple of weeks on the job, its scale remained unfathomable. The factory’s conveyor belts extended far beyond what the eyes could see, flanked by expositors, extruders and enrobing machines. The hissing and clanking of the machinery were so loud it was impossible to hear clearly. Tens of thousands of workers moved in precise choreography around me, going about their duties. Gummies, candies, pastries, cakes, chocolates and cupcakes in every imaginable form streamed past me in gleaming trays. The aroma of sugar and cocoa hung heavily in the air, overwhelming my senses, I could now understand why people called this the most colossal factory in the world.McCullen Confectionery was founded by Maxwell McCullen, the company had grown into a mammoth, constantly innovating with plant-based and reduced-sugar confections to keep up with evolving preferences. According to the McCullen tabloid, the company employ

CHAPTER SEVEN

Working with Millicent had been surprisingly pleasant. I had been apprehensive about assisting at first because of my lewd attraction to her boyfriend. Nonetheless, our conversations never revolved around him and for that I was thankful. She had no clue about Jack and me, and I wanted it to remain that way for as long as possible. Besides, I was on a deliberate journey to forgetting him entirely. Her directions and explanations of how things were run in the chemical lab were exceptional. With Claire still away and Millicent sporadically around after I’d adjusted to the lab’s operations, I carried the workload of two people. It left me mostly exhausted—which was a much-needed distraction, one that is helping expunge Jack from my senses.I had been successful in my quest to avoid Jack for three full weeks, no matter what it took, and it seemed to be working. My consolation was, McCullen Heights and the confectionery factory were far apart—not an impossible distance, but distance enough

CHAPTER EIGHT

Sleep eluded me as my thoughts lingered on Jack, spiralling around his words.Escape is often an elusionI journaled, skimmed through chemistry papers and drank a whole jug of coffee, yet they barely scratched the surface of easing my racing mind from wanting Jack.This morning wasn’t any better. I felt mentally dishevelled and exhausted from lack of sleep and the constant tossing and turning. It seemed I was back to square one, after the unexpected meeting with the Adonis. My brain was in continuous shambles, my body wanting nothing but desire a man I couldn’t possibly have. Performing my periodic analysis and tests did little to expedite the lie I kept telling myself about forgetting Jack or keeping the thoughts of him at bay. He was ingrained in my memory and etched on my heart, there was no shaking him off—he was here to stay.I was desperately longing for Jack McCullen, and last night proved I’d done zero internal work in my quest to forget him. I had barely completed my day’s

CHAPTER NINE

I swirled in front of the mirror, inspecting my outfit as I waited for Jack’s arrival. Moments after I had put on my shoes, a faint knock came tapping at the front door— followed by muffled chatters. Lana stepped into my room to announce Jack’s presence, complimenting my outfit, then gently adding a generous amount of mascara to my already long lashes. We hugged in a short embrace.“Okay, you’re good to go.” she cooed, satisfied with her work. I stood, straightening the creased portion of my dress from our embrace and smiled at her beautiful face while picking my purse from the bedside table. I walked gingerly to meet Jack in these impossible stilettos, each step offering a sharp clicking sound against the hard marble floor. Jack walked up to meet me as I peered down the hallway.“You look ravishing, lady,” Jack said, his tongue tracing the full length of his lips. He leaned in, his mouth brushing my ear. “I can’t. wait. to. be. inside. you,” he whispered, punctuating each word in my

CHAPTER TEN

“Fuck me, please,” I whispered. “Make me yours.”“Oh, I will,” he breathed against my lips. “You’re already mine, Robin—the moment I laid eyes on you.”I nodded, pushing my tongue into his mouth, and accepting him. I had no energy left to argue with him about his self-assured remark.I lurched forward with a swift jolt, leaning on my elbows and up on my knees, dragging Jack along with me. He cupped my cheek and brushed his lips gently against mine, breathing each other’s air, while his other hand found my entrance. He worked my clit, until there was a swelling sea between my legs—then he slipped two fingers inside me, slow and measured. I gasped, digging my nails deep into his toned back. “Jack,” I groaned, melting into his arms—my whole-body smouldering with heat, my legs languid as I struggled to stay upright on my knees.I moved my hand to the band of his trousers and unbuckled his belt, swishing it loose with one quick pull. I tugged it down together with his underwear, springing

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