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MERETNietzsche wrote:"There is always some madness in love."Nietzsche never said anything about lust.If he had, I think he would've called it far more dangerous.Because love makes you stupid.Lust makes you reckless.And whatever was happening between me and my boss?That was both.I barely slept that night.Every time I closed my eyes, Adrian was there.His voice.His hands.That look in his eyes when he'd told me he wanted me.And then there was Bay York.Three days.Seventy-two hours.Just him and me.The thought should've terrified me.Instead, it made my stomach flutter.I checked the time on my phone for what had to be the twentieth time.2:17 a.m.I was still awake.2:43.Still awake.3:06.Absolutely hopeless.At some point, I stopped pretending I was going to sleep and started mentally packing.Three days didn't require much.A few dresses. Business clothes. Toiletries. Underwear.And enough common sense to survive being alone with Adrian Beaumont.Unfortunately, common

MERETThe door had barely latched behind us before Adrian’s hands were on me, shoving me back against the smooth mahogany paneling as his mouth claimed mine.The kiss was filthy, demanding, and utterly devoid of patience. My brain short-circuited. For a moment, nothing else existed. The hotel, the staff, the risk, the life I'd left behind. I didn't care about any of it.All I could feel was the bruising weight of his body pressed against mine.God. I am so completely ruined.My hands fumbled with the heavy fabric of his suit jacket, pushing it down his shoulders until he shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. I caught his silk tie next, tugging at the knot until it loosened and slipped free from his neck.Before I could reach his collar, his long fingers wrapped around the front of my throat. Not enough to choke me, but with enough possessive pressure to tilt my head back, pinning me to the wood.His thumb traced the sharp line of my jaw as he tilted my face toward his. "Yo

MERETAdrian Beaumont fucked me so good, I almost told him I loved him.I turned onto my side and stared at him.In sleep, his features seemed softer than I'd ever seen them. His jaw was relaxed, his lips slightly parted, his breathing slow and even. There was something strangely peaceful about seeing him like this, stripped of the sharp edges he wore so effortlessly during the day.A sudden warmth bloomed in my chest.My hand twitched, almost instinctively wanting to trace the arch of his dark brows. But the moment I lifted it, his eyes snapped open, sharp and dark.I quickly lowered my hand and looked away, heat creeping up my neck.“Were you about to touch me, Meret?” Adrian's voice was a low, velvet rumble, thick with sleep.“I was checking if you were breathing,” I lied, slipping out from beneath the heavy duvet before he could read the guilt on my face.“And here I thought you were making sure I hadn't succumbed to exhaustion,” he said, his voice dripping with dry humor as he pul

MERETI was in trouble.Deep, spectacular, completely irreversible trouble.Because I didn't want to go home.I didn't want to think about Ethan.I didn't want to think about my wedding ring, now hidden in my bag.I didn't want to think about what the end of these three days meant.I just wanted Adrian.We had spent the night wrapped up in each other, and somehow, morning had arrived far too quickly.I'd lost count of how many times he'd driven me over the edge. I'd experienced more pleasure in two nights with him than I had in three years of marriage.That realization should have devastated me.Instead, it made me smile.God.What was wrong with me?Adrian was an addict.The man hadn't seemed capable of staying away from me for more than a few minutes. If he was pouring wine, his free hand was on my hip. If he was taking a call, his other hand was holding mine. If he was sleeping, his arms were locked around my waist.And the worst part was...I loved it.I loved being wanted this ba

MERETGetting caught cheating must be one of the strangest forms of guilt there is.You know you've done something wrong long before anyone discovers it. You carry it quietly, tucked inside every lie, every deleted message, every secret smile you were never supposed to have.But somehow, none of it feels real until you watch the person you've betrayed look at you as though he no longer recognizes your face.I would never forget Ethan's expression.Not the moment he saw Adrian's lips against mine.Not the moment his eyes dropped to our hands, still tangled together as though there were nothing wrong with the world.And certainly not the moment I yanked my hand free of Adrian's grip, as if I'd only just remembered I had a husband at all.Before the anger came, there had been something else in Ethan's face.Something somehow worse.It was like watching a building collapse from the inside, all at once and without a sound.I had done that to him.Me.Now, I sat beside him in silence, watch