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Aria Pov Albert looked at Alexander.The corridor, which had already felt too exposed, tightened further under the weight of the two men facing each other. Albert’s earlier composure had sharpened into something colder. The open intensity he had directed at me only moments before shifted toward the man who had just ordered him to step away. For a second neither of them spoke. The ordinary sounds of the executive floor—distant phones, the soft movement of staff—continued around us as if the confrontation were happening in a sealed pocket of air.“Are you going to marry her?” Albert asked.The question landed with deliberate challenge. It was not curious. It was confrontational, edged with the frustration of a man who had just been dismissed in front of the woman he had tried to claim. Alexander did not look at me. His attention remained fixed on Albert, the same controlled stillness he used in negotiations that had already been decided in his favor. When he answered, his voice was leve

Aria Pov The kiss erased the last of the distance.Alexander’s mouth claimed mine with a hunger that had been building since the dining table, since the thin nightgown, since the moment he followed me up the stairs. He pressed me back against my bedroom door, one hand bracing beside my head, the other gripping my waist through the soft fabric hard enough to leave the ghost of his fingers. I opened for him without hesitation. The taste of him—clean, faintly edged with the wine from dinner—mixed with the controlled heat of his body and the sheer size of his presence. All of it crashed through the guilt, through Victoria’s absence, through the secret under my ribs, and left only the raw need that had never fully left me since the night on the couch.He broke the kiss only long enough to speak against my mouth.“Inside.”The single word carried no room for discussion. I turned the handle behind me with fingers that were already unsteady. We stumbled into the room in a tangle of mouths an

Aria Pov For a moment neither of us moved.The quiet of the bedroom settled back in around the sound of our uneven breathing. Warmth cooled on my lips and cheeks where he had finished. Alexander remained above me, chest rising hard, eyes still dark as he looked down at what he had done. The intensity in his expression did not soften immediately. It held—possessive, satisfied, and complicated by everything we still refused to name out loud. The title I had called him while he was inside me still seemed to hang in the air between us. Daddy. The word felt heavier now that the heat was beginning to recede and the rest of the world was waiting outside the door.He reached for the discarded nightgown on the floor, found a clean edge of the sheet instead, and wiped my face with careful, deliberate strokes. The gesture was oddly gentle after the roughness of what had come before—after the way he had held my thighs open, after the way he had fucked me through a third climax, after the way he

Albert Pov I went home feeling so angry I could barely keep the car steady in traffic.The corridor at Kane Enterprises kept replaying behind my eyes whether I wanted it to or not. Aria at her desk. The way she had laughed—short, disbelieving—when I told her I wanted to marry her. The careful politeness in her voice when she tried to push me back into the safe language of business. And then him. Alexander Kane stepped out of his office like he owned the air itself, looking at me as if I were some inconvenience to be removed from his floor.*Leave her alone.*The words still sat under my ribs like a bruise.She is my daughter, and I know what is right for her.Daughter. He had said it with that cold, final authority men like him used when they expected the world to rearrange itself around their decisions. As if the title gave him the right to decide who could speak to her. As if the way he stood too close to her desk, the way his attention lingered on her when he thought no one was me

Aria Pov The office door closed behind us with a soft, decisive click.For a moment no one spoke. The room was larger than a standard meeting space—dark wood, a wide desk, chairs arranged in a deliberate semicircle that already suggested this was not a casual conversation. Marcus moved behind the desk as if the territory belonged to him without question. Jones took a seat with unhurried confidence. Albert remained standing for a second longer than necessary, his attention flicking once toward me before settling into a rigid composure. Victoria’s hand left my elbow only when I was guided into a chair. I sat because standing would have made the trembling in my legs too visible.Then Alexander entered.He did not knock. He stepped into the room with the same controlled authority he carried through every corridor of Kane Enterprises, took in the arrangement of people in a single assessing sweep, and closed the door behind him. Whatever he had been told—or deduced—had been enough to bring