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But I knew I couldn’t give him the life he deserved while struggling to survive. I left him in the care of a kind woman—a woman I believed was sent by God—so I could go back to school and start working. Every month, I sent money for David’s upkeep, pouring all my love and hope into my future. Then, by luck, I landed a job at Nulec Company and met a handsome CEO of Hilly's company. He saw something in me that I hadn’t seen in myself for a long time. I knew I couldn’t let this opportunity slip through my fingers.

I still don't. But I need her. Not as a possession, not as a trophy wife, not as a salve for my wounded ego. I need her. Her light. Her quiet strength. Her unwavering kindness that I mistook for weakness. Her ability to see the man beneath the monster, even when I couldn't see him myself. I need the warmth of her presence in this frozen house. I need the sound of her voice, even if it's angry. I need the challenge of her spirit, the way she refused to be completely cowed. I need her to make me feel human again. To make me feel anything besides this crushing emptiness and self-hatred.

My mind spun, trying to grasp what Hera was telling me, but it didn't make any sense. "How can he be mine?" I whispered, pacing the bathroom as my thoughts spiraled. "He doesn't even know me. I don't even know myself." "You must get to know him," Hera's voice came again, primal and absolute. "You can't escape it human. It is deep and inside us. He needs us. We need him. This... is nature." Her words made something in me tremble, an instinct I'd buried deep down, something I had refused to acknowledge. But need? That couldn't be right. How could I need him, someone so powerful, so dangerous?

Every reward paid for in full. I have always hidden my harsher edges. God, I never even wanted to become like them. People who denied me the simple permission to have a gentle, ordinary childhood. Before I could ask for anything remotely resembling affection, I had to present perfect scores, flawless results, immaculate proof that I was worthy of what should have been given freely. For a long time, I believed that was the only life available to me—until I met Jason.

I protested to my parents in either skipping the school or transferring to another school but they forced me to be here as this is the only school which is best. I reserved a place in one of the seats available though nobody was there. I kept my bag and went in search of a nice book. I went to the thriller books section and searched for a book, perfect for reading at this moment. ‘The black coffee’ by Agatha Christie, the great author, caught my eyes as I wanted to read this book for a very long time but I didn’t get to.

James declared,still not believing the talkative was actually the person his brother made him promise to hire. "Oh,no! Mister,you can't do that," she replied sympathetically. He was taken aback as he narrowed his eyes to look at her. He was in need of a Personal Assistant. But how could he hire her? A talkative? That's a bad habit. Although she was qualified, based on her credentials, but he can't just hire someone who will want to take control over him. "I'm begging you. I so much need this job. My welfare and that of my family depend on it,please. You forgave me already, why are you still angry? Please, re forgive me," she begged,almost in tears.

She knew why. "You'll see." He grinned and kissed her. She speared her hands into his hair and returned the fevered embrace. Her heart was racing out of control when he finally released her lips and trailed his hot mouth down her neck. Her body was clamoring to be connected to him in the most intimate way possible. “Fuck me, Ethan. Please, I need you.” She pleaded. She didn't give a damn about anything else. The only thing she needed right now was him.

His voice hoarse with unfulfilled desire. "Yes " She laid pliantly, gazing up at him with eyes that hid nothing. Anticipation gripped him by the throat and his abs laced into steel bands as his erection jutted between them. Needing something he'd never felt before, he lifted her arms over her head, encircling them with one hand, and held them pinned to the mattress. Fire grabbed his guts, smoldering down his spine, and a primally need utterly beyond Nathan's demon demanded that he claim her this very instant. He did.

Something moving through them that I was learning to read. “I don’t know how to say what I want to say,” he murmured. Careful. Deliberate. The words chosen one by one. “Try,” I said. He looked at me for another moment. Then: “I was built to need,” he said. “That’s what I am. A thing that needs. I’ve always understood that.” He paused. “I didn’t understand that needing could feel like this. Like the needing and the wanting are the same thing. Like I’m not —” he searched, “consuming you. Just close to you.”

He could see her need and was giving her what she wanted most. Control.