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Alexander's voice dropped even lower, laced with a seductive husk.My eyelashes fluttered.I could almost picture him in an apron, cooking in the kitchen.His cold, unyielding exterior softened by the warmth of the moment.A flicker of longing crossed my mind, but the ache in my legs and back was all too real."I'm not hungry," I turned my face away, determined."Sugarcoated lies."Alexander chuckled softly."Then I'll come to your place."He spoke with a knowing look, his knee brushing against mine."I've never been there before."I gasped, quickly closing my legs."Alexander! You—"I looked up at him, my eyes still rimmed with red, my gaze hazy with the aftereffects of our passion.It was a weak threat, but it only made me look more inviting."Hmm," he responded, his palm continuing to massage my lower back gently, soothing the soreness."Ms. White, could you sign off on a 'work visit' request fo

The air in the elevator turned frigid.Clara Hayes clapped a hand over her heart, gasping dramatically. She needed pure oxygen.Was her cousin getting cheated on?No, wait. He'd never even wanted to marry Elena Voss.So… mutual cheating?Ugh, no. More like two people going their separate ways.Her brain short-circuited. The gossip was too much.Luke Cole glanced up, spotting the three of them. He paused."Well, isn't this a coincidence."He recovered first, a lazy grin playing on his lips.His eyes flicked down to Alexander Knight's hand, wrapped tight around mine. The grin deepened, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze.Beside him, Elena Voss turned scarlet. Her gaze darted away, and she ducked behind Luke's shoulder."Alex… Lisa… Clara," she mumbled, her voice thin with guilt."Morning."Alexander's face was impassive.He lifted his gaze, letting it drift over the cat carrier i

My heart clenched tight, an old, familiar ache rising up.How could I forget?Sophomore year, I heard this art book set was going out of print. Limited to three hundred copies worldwide.I called in every favor I had overseas.Came up empty.In the end, with red-rimmed eyes, I begged Ethan. Thinking if he asked Alexander…Alexander would handle such a small thing for him.Back then, Ethan only had eyes for Winnie.He flicked his cigarette ash, utterly indifferent."A stupid art book set? That's worth getting worked up over?""Relax. I'll ask when I have time."I waited.And waited.Waited until the set went completely out of print. Until the last copy sold at auction.He never got around to asking.That pathetic hope melted away, silent as snow in winter mud.Now, that dream I once chased in vain lay in his hands.The auction house's wax seal intact, pristine as new.Mocking the cheap se

Alexander lowered his gaze. He didn't look the least bit embarrassed at being caught."Mmm."He admitted it frankly, his thumb stroking the soft skin at my waist."I watched.""Every day."He bent his head, his nose brushing against the shell of my ear. His breath was hot."I watched you work late into the night.""Watched you buried in work, looking so serious.""I watched you whispering secrets with Clara."My heart skipped a beat.I hadn't expected him to admit it so easily—or to have noticed such little details.I turned, looping my arms around his neck, tilting my face up to meet his deep gaze."The boss spies on his subordinate?"I let out a soft laugh."What does that mean?""It means inspecting what's mine. In advance."He spoke the words slowly, deliberately, each one weighted with implication.His warm lips pressed against the pulse on my neck, feeling how fast it was racing."I

The air on the hospital’s VIP floor was thick with the sterile tang of disinfectant.Ethan Knight lay motionless, his head swathed in bandages, a raw gash slashing his temple. His skin was ashen, dark circles bruising the hollows under his eyes. He stared at the ceiling, his gaze vacant.Lost.A car crash.A brush with death.In that hazy limbo between consciousness and oblivion, shards of memory had slammed into him—distorted, unrelenting, like a broken film reel. He was the star, yet the man on screen felt like a stranger.He saw himself: pathetic, chained to Winnie Carter’s whims, begging for her scraps of attention. He saw himself pushing Lisa away, his words like shards of glass, snuffing out the light in her eyes. His wedding to Winnie—lavish, hollow, a performance for no one but the cameras. Lisa in a detention center, her spirit crushed beneath the weight of his mistakes. Then a grimy alleyway, her body broken, life bleed