Novel-novel oleh Davidson Paul

Elena froze at the deep, commanding voice."My office, Elena. Now!"She gripped her phone tighter, immediately recognizing it.Adrian.Her heart pounded. Why was he calling her? What did he want this time?She turned to Piper. "Let me have your number. I have to rush—Black Tower’s boss is calling me.""You mean Mr. Adrian? The heir of the late Mr. Blackwood?" Piper’s eyes widened."Yes.""Wow. I’ve never met him, but I’ve heard a lot from my boss. I usually meet his P.A. or some of his executives, but I see him from a distance when he talks to my boss.""Oh," Elena muttered, her mind distracted."I hear he’s very handsome. Honestly, I admire him a little. My friends would do anything to meet him."Elena found herself more interested in the conversation but shook it off."We’ll talk later. I need to go now."She reached the 98th floor. The highest in Black Tower.The air felt heavy. She had sent her team earlier, hoping to avoid Adrian, but now, there was no escape.She approached a gu

Bob continued lowering his voice slightly, “that Adrian’s father was killed by hooligans and drug lords. Guess some people didn’t like the way he ran things—kept shutting down their dirty deals and pushing them out of the city.”“My mom said he was drugged to death outside the States. That was years ago,” Elena replied, her fingers tightening around the cleaning supplies she carried.“Yeah, that’s what most folks heard,” Bob said, his tone quieter now. “But some of us think there’s more to it. Adrian’s security team—they’re solid. No way these random attacks would happen so often unless something’s off. And Adrian… he’s no fool. The man moves like a damn ghost half the time—always slipping in and out without anyone noticing. You’d think that would keep him safe.”He paused as the distant blare of a truck horn echoed from the loading dock below, its deep sound vibrating faintly through the walls.“But the attacks…” Bob’s gaze darkened slightly. “It’s like they’re waiting for him. Like

The faint click of the door locking echoed softly against the walls. The air shifted, thick with a tension that seemed to hum beneath her skin. Elena’s breath hitched as Adrian stepped forward, his polished shoes soundless against the floor. His gaze never wavered—dark, intense, and unreadable—as though the space between them had vanished with the turn of a key.Her pulse pounded beneath her ribs, her mind urging her to move, to speak—to do anything—but her body refused to obey. Heat prickled along her skin as he closed the distance, each step slow and deliberate. The faint scent of his cologne drifted toward her—Without a word, Adrian lifted his hand, the brush of his fingertips feather-light as he tilted her chin upward. The warmth of his skin against hers was electric, igniting a rush of heat that swept through her chest. His thumb grazed the curve of her jaw, tracing a path that seemed to burn beneath his touch as his eyes locked onto hers.His gaze was a storm—dark, consuming, a

The air felt electric—charged with a tension that neither of them seemed willing to break. For a heartbeat, silence stretched taut, only the faint hum of distant machinery filling the space.Then Adrian leaned in just enough for her pulse to hammer against her ribs. "Clean it... thoroughly," he murmured, his voice softer this time—almost a whisper, yet the authority behind it was unmistakable.Without another word, he stepped back and watched her do the job.The basement air still carried the faint chill of that unsettling moment, but Elena forced herself to steady her breath as Adrian Blackwood’s gaze bore into hers. His presence alone seemed to weigh down the space, his tailored suit a stark contrast against the industrial walls.“What’s your name?” he asked, the sharp edge in his voice leaving no room for hesitation.“Elena_Boss,” she answered quickly, pulse still uneven. “Elena Martinez,” she added, her voice steady despite the lingering tremor in her chest.Adrian's fingers brush

"You don't tell me to wait," he said softly, but the weight of authority in his voice was unmistakable. "I could have you out of this job in seconds. Learn how to call for me." His words thickened the air, tension tightening every breath as he turned and strode away without hesitation.Elena stood frozen, words trapped in her throat as the lingering echo of his command seemed to rattle the nearby staff. Even they looked shaken—for her. "Let's go" one of the security guards called, his tone brisk but not unkind.She was led back to her office.Inside the department's small office, Elena rested her head against the cool surface of the desk. Her mother's face flashed in her mind, then Maya’s laughter, but the knock at the door cut through her thoughts. "Fourth complex. Waste disposal. Now," someone instructed, pointing the direction with fingers.Elena walked , pushing aside every thought that threatened to slow her down. As she crossed the marble-floored corridor leading to the service

Elena woke up before dawn, the weight of the day pressing against her chest. She had barely slept, her mind restless with possibilities.By the time she arrived at Mrs. Kensington’s home, the morning sun was just beginning to streak the sky with soft gold. The estate was massive, a fortress of wealth and influence. She hesitated in front of the towering black gates, unsure how to announce her arrival.Before she could knock, the gates parted on their own.Two security men in black suits stepped forward, their gazes sharp and assessing."State your business," one of them said, his voice firm.Elena swallowed, straightening her shoulders. "I’m here to see Mrs. Kensington. She’s expecting me."One of the men pulled out his phone and made a quick call. A few seconds later, he nodded. "You’re clear. Follow me."She stepped inside, and for a moment, the beauty of the place almost stole her breath—lush gardens, marble fountains, and a driveway so pristine it gleamed under the rising sun. But