All Chapters of Twisted Rivalry : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DanielaI frowned, checking the clock on the wall. It was nearly 8:00 PM. Skylar had explicitly said she would be home late, so it couldn't be her.I walked over to the entryway and opened the door to find a delivery man standing under the hallway light. He handed me a sleek, expensive-looking parcel wrapped in thick, matte-black paper.I checked the package, searching for a name, but my brow furrowed. "There's no recipient name on this. Only the apartment address.""I didn't order anything," I told him, trying to hand it back."This is the exact address provided for the delivery, ma'am," he confirmed simply and left.I locked the door and looked at the parcel suspiciously. It looked incredibly high-end and heavy. Since I didn't recognize it and Skylar wasn't home, I left the parcel unopened on the counter and went to bed....The shrill blare of my alarm sliced through the quiet bedroom at exactly 6:07 AM. I groaned, reaching blindly for the nightstand to kill the noise.I sat up, ru

Daniela"What the hell are we doing here, Sky?"I yelled the moment my eyes landed on the glowing, low-lit cursive lettering mounted against the heavy concrete facade.House of Desire.It was a crisp Saturday night, the culmination of a brutal, soul-crushing first week surviving Kenneth Gibson's corporate dictatorship. When Skylar had practically dragged me out of our apartment, she swore we were just going "somewhere to breathe."And this was it?The puzzle pieces snapped together with a sickening click. I looked down at myself, finally understanding why Skylar had forced me into the scandalous, tight-fitting emerald dress from the back of my closet.House of Desire.It wasn't a lounge or a standard downtown club. It was a high-end, deeply exclusive sex club.Skylar raised her hands, a defensive, pleading grin spreading across her lips. "Alright, alright! Chill out, Danny. Look, if I'd told you exactly where we were going, given your reaction right now? You would've locked yourself i

Daniela"Is that... I mean, is that what I think it is?"The shocked murmur cut through my own lips as Kyle lazily reached over and yanked open the heavy velvet-lined drawer at the side of the headboard. Inside, the dim amber light caught an array of sleek, wicked-looking tools that made my pulse spike into pure danger. Velvet cuffs, heavy leather straps, an array of smooth silver vibrators, rows of thick silk ropes, and a midnight-black blindfold. Half of the objects looked so sharp and unhinged I couldn't even name them.Kyle stood up, his massive frame towering over me like a dark god, his tailored shirt completely open to reveal his solid, tattooed chest. He looked down at me, his gaze entirely predatory."Raise your arms, Aura," he ordered, his gravelly baritone leaving absolutely zero room for negotiation.Panic flared hot in my throat. I hesitated, pressing my bare back hard against the blue silk sheets, my hands trembling. Even though Skylar had dragged me into this club, my c

Daniela"I'm done, Daniela. My contract is terminated effective immediately," Matthew continued, his shoulders slumping."What?!" I shouted, quickly lowering my voice to a harsh whisper. "Over a nickname? He couldn't fire you over that!""It wasn't the nickname," Matthew said, his breathing ragged."Then what happened?""I was handling a confidential document related to an upcoming deal," Matthew explained, rubbing his temples. "While sending it, my finger slipped on the directory interface. I sent it to the wrong external email address."The air left my lungs. "An external address?""It contained highly sensitive company information," Matthew continued, gripping the edge of my desk. "I realized my mistake almost immediately. I didn't try to hide it — I reported it to security the same minute. But the boss considered the breach too serious to overlook."He leaned forward, his eyes bloodshot. "I swear, I didn't sell anything. It was an accident."I looked at his ruined expression and f

Daniela I never thought my boss would have saved my neck after the tantrum Sophie had thrown across my desk. I glanced down at the crumpled cup by my heels, letting out a sharp breath. Thank God I'd been too busy to touch the espresso when it arrived; it had lost its scalding edge. If it had been fresh, the force Sophie used to empty it onto me would have blistered my skin. But the real shock was vibrating through the air between us. Were they in the middle of a massive fallout? After all, the first time I'd dared hold my own against his fiancée, he had practically given me a death threat to watch my mouth. Instead, he had stood between us like a wall of solid iron. FUCK! My eyes darted to my workstation, the realization hitting like a physical blow. The liquid hadn't just drenched my clothes; dark streams of coffee were dripping off the desk and pooling into my monitor. "Sir," I called out, reaching for a stack of dry napkins. No response. "Sir," I called his name aga