Screech Doors

Our one-night stand was off-the-charts hot. I just didn’t expect him to walk into the office the next morning… as my new billionaire boss. Dylan is older, dangerously sexy, and every inch the cold-hearted CEO. He doesn’t do attachments. He doesn’t do second rounds. But now he needs a favor—me, playing his fake girlfriend to get his meddling mother off his back. I agree, thinking I can keep things professional. Big mistake. Behind closed doors, we can’t keep our hands off each other. He takes control like no man ever has, worships my body like he owns it—and for a moment, I let him. Because when he touches me, I forget the rules. I forget that we’re pretending. In public, he’s charming. In private, he’s insatiable. But when the lights go off, so does the warmth. He shuts me out like none of it means anything. The worst part? I’m falling for him—fast and hard. Now I have to wonder: Will Dylan risk it all to claim me as his for real? Or am I just a pawn in his perfect little lie?

"Help me tighten this?" Her voice trembles as she turns her bare back to the doorway. Calloused fingers brush her spine – but it’s not her stepmother. It’s Asher Voss, SU’s star quarterback and her new stepbrother, smirking in the mirror， "Next time you mistake me for Mom..." His breath scorches her ear. "...I’ll leave a real mark." To survive the sweltering New York summer before college, Wendy Wu makes a deal with Asher: Act like strangers once school starts. He’ll remain the untouchable quarterback; she’ll be just another exchange student. No eye contact. No acknowledgement. Ever. But when her father’s long hauls and her stepmother’s busy schedule force Asher into babysitting duty, the lines blur: In the kitchen, he catches her weeping over a shelter documentary and lifts her against his sweat-drenched chest. Garage doors rattle open – his grip tightens: "Hold on. Unless you want them to see you like this." At a party, her friend spots a cherry hair tie on his wrist before he drags her into a dark hallway: "You didn’t want to see me?" His whiskey-laced kiss brands her lips. "Yet your eyes undressed me all night." In a restaurant, a rival girl glares through the window. He traps Wendy’s thigh under the table， "Call me ‘brother’ and I’ll save you."  Their secret collapses. Wendy ends it, and he freezes her out in public， "Do I know you?" Until a rain-lashed night when Ahser, drenched and desperate, pins her to the wall， "Don’t tell me you do not regret the breakup" His teeth find her collarbone. "I have to admit it-- I miss you." Can a love forged in stolen touches survive the spotlight? Or will their step-sibling bond shatter them both?