ELAINE
The sound of the gavel hitting the block echoed through the courtroom, and I felt like I could finally breathe again. The judge’s words—“The divorce is hereby finalized”—rang in my ears like a sweet melody. I glanced over at Devin, sitting a few feet away from me, looking like someone had just sucker-punched him. His mouth hung open slightly, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. If I didn’t despise him so much, I might’ve laughed. But instead, I just smiled—a real, genuine, ear-to-ear smile. This was it. I was free. As soon as the judge stepped out, I practically skipped out of the courtroom. My heels clicked against the marble floor, my steps light for the first time in years. I felt weightless, like I’d just shed a hundred pounds of dead weight. “Elaine!” Gigi’s voice rang out from the hall. She stood there, leaning against the wall in a bright red jumpsuit, her curls bouncing as she waved at me. She was impossible to miss, radiating confidence like she owned the whole damn building. I rushed over to her, throwing my arms around her. “It’s done,” I said, my voice filled with relief. “It’s finally over.” “I knew you’d do it!” Gigi squealed, hugging me back tightly. She pulled away, her brown eyes sparkling. “How does it feel to be officially Devin-free?” “Like I just got out of prison,” I admitted, laughing. “As you should,” she said with a grin. “This calls for a celebration. Something big. Something—” Before she could finish, I heard his voice behind me, sharp and bitter. “Elaine!” I turned to see Devin storming out of the courtroom, his face flushed with anger. “You’re making a huge mistake,” he spat, his voice loud enough to draw a few curious stares. “You think you’re better off without me? You think you’re gonna do better than me?” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. For someone who couldn’t bother to fight for our marriage when it actually mattered, he suddenly had a lot to say now. “Devin,” I said calmly, crossing my arms. “This conversation is over. Just like our marriage.” “You’re such a slut,” he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. “I bet you’re pimping yourself out to rich men, just like your little friend here.” He jerked his chin toward Gigi, who raised an eyebrow, looking completely unbothered. “Oh, hell no,” Gigi said, stepping forward. “Say one more word, and I swear I’ll—” “It’s not worth it, G,” I interrupted, holding up a hand. I turned my full attention to Devin, my voice steady and cold. “You can call me whatever you want, but at least I’m not the one who sat on my ass for years, leeching off someone else. You were a loser when I met you, and you’re an even bigger loser now. So do me a favor—go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and stay there.” I dismissed him with a wave of my hand like a pesky fly he was. Devin opened his mouth to argue, but Gigi cut him off by flipping him the bird. “Bye, Devin,” she said with a sweet, sarcastic smile. I grabbed Gigi’s arm, pulling her toward the exit. “Let’s go,” I said, my voice light. We stepped out into the bright afternoon sun, and Gigi led me to her convertible parked at the curb. It was bright yellow and obnoxiously flashy—just like her. She slid into the driver’s seat while I climbed into the passenger side, tossing my bag at my feet. As soon as the engine roared to life, she glanced over at me, her grin widening. “So,” she said, putting on her oversized sunglasses. “Where to? Spa? Shopping spree? Fancy dinner?” I shook my head, laughing. “Honestly, I just want to let loose. Go somewhere loud, somewhere fun.” I said. Her grin turned devilish. “Oh, honey, say no more. We’re going clubbing.” She announced. “Clubbing?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Absolutely,” she said, pulling out into the street. “We’re gonna dance, we’re gonna drink, and we’re gonna celebrate your freedom in the best way possible.” I felt a bubble of excitement rise in my chest. It had been so long since I’d done anything just for me—anything fun. “Okay,” I said, nodding. “Let’s do it.” “That’s my girl!” Gigi cheered, speeding up as we zipped through the city streets. The wind whipped through my platinum blonde hair, and for the first time in years, I felt alive. No more Devin. No more misery. Just me, my best friend, and the start of a brand-new chapter. **** The bass from the club’s speakers pulsed through the walls, vibrating in my chest as Gigi and I strode through the entrance.The place was packed, the air thick with energy, laughter, and the faint scent of expensive cologne. Heads turned the moment we walked in, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I didn’t shy away from the attention. I felt beautiful. My platinum blonde hair cascaded in soft waves down my back, catching the neon lights and giving it an ethereal glow. The fitted black dress Gigi had practically forced me into hugged every curve, the plunging neckline and high slit leaving little to the imagination. My silver heels clicked against the floor with every step, and with each click, I felt more like the woman I wanted to be—the one who wasn’t weighed down by bills, a deadbeat ex-husband, and work. Gigi walked beside me, equally stunning in her red bodycon dress that matched her bold lipstick. “Girl, you’re turning heads left and right,” She leaned in, her voice loud enough to be heard over the music. “If you don’t snag a rich man tonight, I swear I’m disowning you.” She playfully threatened. I laughed, shaking my head. “You’re insane.” “Insanely right,” she shot back, winking. “Look at you. You’re a goddess, Elaine. Own it.” Her words made my cheeks flush, but deep down, they filled me with confidence. She was right—tonight wasn’t about Devin or the past. Tonight was about me. We made our way to the bar, slipping onto two stools. Gigi flagged down the bartender with the wave of her perfectly manicured hand. “Two martinis, extra dirty,” she ordered before turning back to me. “So, let’s scout.” she said, smirking as the bartender prepared our drinks. “Scout?” I raised an eyebrow, amused. “For men, obviously.” She tilted her head toward the crowd. “It’s a target-rich environment, babe. We’ve got options.” I couldn’t help but laugh, taking a sip of the martini the bartender slid in front of me. “Fine. Let’s do it.” I agreed. Together, we started scanning the room, pointing out potential suitors and assessing them with ridiculous scrutiny. “Too short,” Gigi said, dismissing one guy. “Too cocky,” I added, watching another who seemed way too into himself. “God forbid I snag another Devin.” We went through at least four before Gigi suddenly gasped, grabbing my arm. “Oh. My. God. Look at the VIP section. Eleven o’clock.” I turned, following her line of sight, and that’s when I saw him. My breath caught in my throat. Fuck! He sat casually in one of the VIP booths, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. The low lighting highlighted his olive skin and the sharp cut of his jawline. His dark hair, slightly curly, framed his face perfectly. But it was his eyes—harsh, dark green, and piercing—that completely disarmed me. They were intimidating, almost predatory, yet so effortlessly breathtaking that it was impossible to look away. He was tall—very tall—broad-shouldered and muscular, his black dress shirt stretched across his chest like it was barely holding him in. The top two buttons were undone, revealing a hint of tanned skin and the strong column of his throat. He exuded power and control, the kind of man who commanded a room without even trying. And when he lifted his gaze and locked eyes with mine, it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. The corner of his mouth twitched, almost like he was amused. “Holy shit,” Gigi whispered, fanning herself dramatically. “He’s a walking orgasm. Tell me you see that.” “Oh, I see it,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “He looks like the kind of guy who could fuck Devin out of your system and then some.” Gigi grinned, nudging me. I bit my lip, trying not to laugh, though the heat rising in my cheeks gave me away. “He’s… something,” I admitted. “Something? Babe, that man is everything,” Gigi said with an exaggerated eye roll. “And he’s looking at you like he’s already undressing you with his eyes.” I swallowed hard, feeling the intensity of his gaze still on me. But I wasn’t about to make the first move. “No,” I said, shaking my head. “If he wants me, he can come to me.” “Ooh, I like this new you,” Gigi’s grin widened. “Alright, then. Let’s make him work for it.” I downed the rest of my martini and slid off the stool. “I’ll be on the dance floor.” As I walked toward the thrumming crowd, I felt his eyes follow me, the weight of his stare sending a shiver down my spine. I stepped onto the dance floor, letting the music take over, my hips swaying to the rhythm. I danced like I hadn’t in years—slow, seductive, every movement deliberate. I could still feel his gaze, hot and unwavering, and it sent a rush of exhilaration through me. Occasionally, I glanced back at him, locking eyes just long enough to draw him in before looking away again. Then I turned my back to him, letting my hair cascade over my shoulders as I moved. I knew he was watching. I wanted him to watch. It didn’t take long. I felt him before I saw him—his presence, his heat. Then his strong arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close.ELAINE I turned to face him, and there he was, towering over me, his dark green eyes even more intense up close.Fuck! He is so much hotter up close.“Hi,” he said, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.I didn’t respond right away. I couldn’t. I was too busy losing myself in those eyes, in the sheer magnetism of him.But then I smiled, tilting my head slightly. “Hi.”The music thumped around us, a heavy bass that matched the erratic beat of my heart. His arm was still firmly around my waist, pulling me closer until our bodies were flush against each other.“You were dancing for me,” he said, his voice deep and low, like a rough caress against my skin.“And what makes you think that?” I smirked.“Because I couldn’t take my eyes off you—and you knew it,” His eyes glinted, and his hand slid to the small of my back, pressing me even closer. “Every look, every sway of those hips… you wanted my attention.”I let out a soft laugh, leaning in just enough so my lips brushed against
ELAINE The elevator ride to his penthouse had been a blur of heated kisses, roaming hands, and shallow breaths. By the time the door to his penthouse clicked shut behind us, I was already all over him.Damn it, he was such a phenomenal kisser!His lips crashed into mine, rough and hungry, stealing what little breath I had left. He pressed me back against the door, pinning me there as his large hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging in just enough to make my body buzz.“Eager, aren’t you?” I teased between kisses, my voice breathy but still laced with sass.He pulled back just enough to look at me, his dark green eyes burning with desire. “You have no idea.”Before I could respond, he leaned in, capturing my lips again, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my knees weak. His dominance was intoxicating, his sheer presence overwhelming, and I loved every second of it.I managed to break the kiss, gasping for air, and smirked up at him. “Is this your best move? Bec
ELAINE I yelped, barely having time to react before he gripped the hem of my dress and tugged it up over my back, exposing my bare skin and my ass still clad in my g-string.I felt his large hand smoothed over the curve of my backside and my breath hitched, the roughness of his palm igniting sparks wherever it touched.“You’ve got such a perfect ass,” he muttered, almost to himself, his voice thick with hunger.Before I could respond, his hand came down in a sharp slap against my skin, the sound echoing in the room.“Ah!” I yelped, my body jerking at the sting, but the heat that followed was intoxicating. The moan that slipped from my lips wasn’t intentional, but I couldn’t stop it.“You like that, don’t you?” he growled, his hand rubbing over the spot, only to smack me again, harder this time.I was about to fire off a sassy comeback, but before I could, I heard the unmistakable rip of fabric. “Impatient, are we?” I gasped, looking over my shoulder at him with a needy smirk. “Those
ELAINE I stirred awake, rays of sunlight streaming through the windows, warming my skin. Blinking, I stretched slightly, but the ache between my thighs made me wince. Memories of last night flooded back in vivid detail—how he had me in every way imaginable, in different positions, bending me over, bouncing me on him, pistoling inside me, and driving me to the brink until I couldn’t think straight. My entire body hummed with the aftermath, deliciously sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. It’s been a while since I’ve had someone take me so well. Heaven knows I had more orgasms last night than I did in the five years I wasted with Devin. I turned my head and saw him still asleep beside me, sprawled out like a Greek god in all his glory. His dark curls were tousled, his face relaxed, ink on his flawless skin, and the sheet draped low over his hips, exposing the sharp lines of his abs and that V-shaped dip that led to… well, everything. For a moment, I just stared, b
KINGSLEYNatalie’s voice was a distant hum as my gaze locked on the woman in front of me. “Elaine Lopez,” she introduced, her tone oblivious to the storm brewing in the room. “Meet Mr. Kingsley Larson.”So, that’s her name.Elaine Lopez.Her.The one who’d been haunting my thoughts for weeks. The one who had slipped out of my penthouse without so much as a goodbye, taking ten thousand dollars in cash with her. I had been more amused than angry back then. Intrigued, even.Now, seeing her standing in my office, wearing that fitted white blouse stretched taut over her breasts and a pencil skirt that clung to every sinful curve of her hips and thighs, was nothing short of divine irony.The delicate fabric did nothing to hide the hint of lace beneath her blouse-black, if my eyes weren’t deceiving me, and the curve of her legs, accentuated by her heels, had me thinking of how they’d felt wrapped around my waist that night.I could still remember the way her skin had flushed under my hands
ELAINE “Excuse me?” I choked out, my voice barely above a whisper. Surely, I’d heard him wrong.Kingsley leaned back against his desk, crossing his arms, completely unfazed. His green eyes locked onto mine, filled with amusement. “You heard me.” His tone was so casual it made my head spin, like he wasn’t propositioning me with something utterly insane. “You. Me. No strings. Whenever, wherever I want you, you’re mine.”My lips parted, but for the life of me, I couldn’t manage a single word.“What’s the matter, Elaine?” His smirk deepened, the kind of grin that made you feel like he was already ten steps ahead of you. “You said you’d do anything, didn’t you? Don’t tell me you’re backing out now.”I blinked, trying to process the audacity of this man. He looked at me like I was a puzzle he’d already solved, and it infuriated me, almost as much as it intrigued me.I stole this man’s money. Hell, I wasn’t proud of it, but here he was, offering me more of it, not in a courtroom or throu
ELAINE“No. Freaking. Way.”I nodded, the disbelief still fresh in my own mind.“You’re telling me,” Her eyes widened as realization dawned, “your boss is the guy you slept with… and the guy you stole the wad of cash from?”“Yes!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up.“Oh my god, Elaine!” she shouted, smacking my arm. “That is… I don’t even know what that is! What did he say? Does he know?”I groaned, leaning back against the couch. “Oh, he knows, Gigi. He made it very clear he knows.”Gigi stared at me, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. “Okay, wait. Back up. Start from the beginning,” she demanded, scooting closer to me on the couch. “And don’t you dare leave anything out.” She ordered.I sighed, taking another gulp of wine before setting the glass down. “Fine. So, I show up at the office, right?” I throw my hands out. “All dressed up, feeling good about myself, ready to nail this new jobnliterally a fresh start. I walk in, and the HR head, her name’s Natalie, by
KINGSLEYI leaned back in my chair, studying her as she stood in front of me, fire in her eyes and defiance in her stance. “Conditions?” I arched an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued. Women rarely dictated terms to me, and certainly not in situations like this. I wanted to hear her out, just to amuse myself.“Yes,” she said firmly, her voice steady despite the obvious tension in the air. “This arrangement whatever you want to call it stays strictly no-strings-attached. This is about convenience, nothing more.”A flicker of amusement crossed my mind, though I kept my face unreadable. She was trying so hard to maintain control, to set boundaries, as if she had any power here. Still, I allowed her to speak, tilting my head slightly in encouragement for her.“And why is that?” I asked, keeping my tone light, as if we were discussing something mundane.Her hesitation was telling, the briefest flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “Because I don’t mix emotions with… anything like this.” She li
ELAINE I sat across from Liam at one of the cafeteria tables, a tray of salad and soup in front of me. Liam, as usual, had a mountain of food, two sandwiches, a bag of chips, and a soda spread out before him. He always joked that his metabolism could rival that of an athlete, and given his lean, muscular build, I believed it. I mean, look at the way the man is eating!"So there I was," he said, leaning forward with a conspiratorial grin, "trying to explain to the client why their slogan was... let’s say, unfortunate, and you know what they said?" I took a sip of my water, already grinning at the punchline I knew was coming. "What?" "'We don’t see the problem. It’s edgy and modern.’" He threw his hands up in mock exasperation. "Elaine, the slogan was: ‘We’re coming for you, fast and hard.’" I nearly choked on my water, bursting into laughter. "You’re kidding!" "I wish I was,” he laughed with me. “I spent an entire afternoon trying to convince them that it sounded more lik
ELAINEThe stupid printer jammed again. I glared at it, the blinking red light mocking me. It was the third time this week, and frankly, I was done. With a frustrated groan, I hit the side of the machine harder than necessary, kicking it for good measure. "Having trouble there?" I turned sharply to see a man standing a few feet away, leaning casually against the doorframe. He was tall, with sharp cheekbones and piercing blue eyes that sparkled with amusement. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and the fitted navy suit he wore clung to his broad shoulders and trim waist like it was tailor-made just for him because it probably was. "And who are you supposed to be, the printer whisperer?" I snapped, feeling a flush creep up my neck at being caught mid-tantrum. He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Maybe,” he said, bobbing his head to the side. “Or maybe I just didn’t want to miss the show." I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help the small smirk that
ELAINE“I hate him.”I plopped onto the couch in Gigi’s apartment, burying my face in my hands. Gigi snorted from the kitchen. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?” She gave me a look. “You didn’t seem to hate him when he had you bent over his desk and fucking you like no tomorrow.”“Gigi!” I hissed, my face heating up. “I’m being serious.”“And so am I,” she said, carrying two mugs of coffee over and handing me one. She sat down across from me, her expression far too amused for my liking. “What’s the problem now?” She asked.I sighed, wrapping my hands around the warm mug. “He’s been…so neutral.” I grimaced.“Neutral?” Gigi raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean neutral?”“I mean, it’s like nothing ever happened!” I threw my hands up, nearly spilling the coffee. “Since that day in his office, he’s been completely unbothered. Like, totally professional. No teasing, no flirting, nothing. Just, ‘Elaine, can you file this report?’ or ‘Elaine, reschedule my meeting.’ Like I didn’t—li
ELAINEMy hands instinctively reached out, gripping the front of his shirt as if holding on to him would steady me.His body pressed harder against mine, pinning me to the desk as his hands moved to my waist, fingers digging into my curves as though he couldn’t get enough. I gasped into his mouth when his thigh slid between mine, pressing directly against the soaked lace of my panties. The firm pressure against my core sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight through me, and instinct took over as I began grinding shamelessly against him.Kingsley chuckled darkly, his lips grazing my ear. “Look at you, so needy,” he growled. “Does this get you off, Elaine? Rubbing yourself all over me like this?”“Shut up,” I shot back breathlessly, my voice uneven as I ground harder against him, the friction only heightening the throbbing ache inside me. His laughter deepened, and his hands roamed, gripping my hips and guiding my movements to press harder against his thigh. I gasped. His hands slid
ELAINEThe soft chime of the bell sent a jolt through me, signalling Kingsley wanted me in his office. I froze mid-typing, my fingers hovering over the keyboard as my heart thudded against my ribs. It had been weeks since he’d summoned me in person. After our moment in the car, that charged an overwhelming moment when he’d taken my panties as though it was his right, we hadn’t been alone together. Kingsley had kept his distance since then, attending meetings solo and sending instructions through his secretary. It left me feeling… confused. I didn’t know whether to feel relief or frustration. But now, as I stood and smoothed my skirt, my emotions were anything but neutral. Memories of that car ride flashed through my mind, his commanding tone, the dark hunger in his eyes as he pocketed my lace. What had he done with it when he got back home? Did he just keep it as collectable?Or did he sniff it, smelling my scent and inhaling my nectar?Just the mere thought of the latter made
KINGSLEYThe city skyline stretched out beyond the glass walls of my penthouse, glittering with lights against the dark canvas of night. It was well past midnight, yet sleep eluded me. I sat on the edge of my bed, shirtless, the cool air from the window brushing over my skin. My fingers raked through my hair as I exhaled sharply, trying to let my mind into silence. It was impossible.Elaine.She was all I could think about. Her scent, her defiance, the way her cheeks flushed when she was embarrassed or aroused. Every detail about her was burned into my brain, and it was driving me fucking insane.This wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to dominate my thoughts this way.I was supposed to be the one in control. My gaze drifted to the corner of the room, where a small frame sat on a shelf. Amanda. My late wife’s face stared back at me, her warm smile frozen in time. A familiar pang of guilt clawed at my chest.I stood and walked toward the frame, my bare feet silent ag
ELAINEThe sleek black car hummed beneath us as we cruised toward the downtown hotel. One of Kingsley’s luxury finest.I sat in silence, clutching my leather-bound notebook as Kingsley scrolled through his phone.Finally, he put his phone down and turned his sharp gaze to me."Alright, Elaine," he said, his tone brisk and businesslike. "Here’s what you need to know about today’s investors. They’re already eager to work with us. It’s their job to convince me why I should let them.""Got it." I nodded, flipping open my notebook to jot down notes."They’ll posture," he continued, "talk about their capital, connections, and how invaluable they’d be to the company. What I need you to do is watch them closely. Pay attention to body language, hesitations, anything that feels off. Sometimes, what people don’t say is more important than what they do.""Understood," I said, scribbling furiously.Kingsley’s eyes flicked over to me. "You’re thorough,” his lips curved in a smirk. “I like that." H
ELAINEThe soft chime of the bell sliced through the hum of my office, making me jump slightly and my fingers halting over the keyboard of the desktop. The bell signalled Kingsley, summoning me to his office.For what? I do not know. It wasn’t the first time Kingsley had summoned me like this, but it never failed to send a jolt of awareness through me.I exhaled sharply, setting aside the stack of papers I’d been pouring over for the last hour. My hands brushed down the front of my blouse as I stood, more out of reflex than necessity. Relax, Elaine. I told myself, but my heart was already racing against my ribs like a damn drumline.The walk to his office felt longer than it should have, my heels clicking sharply against the polished floors as I made my way past the rows of desks and muted conversations. I could feel the weight of anticipation pressing down on me with every step. My mind spiralled. What does he want now? More paperwork? Another meeting scheduled? Or… something
KINGSELYI stepped into the dimly lit club, the pulsing bass of the music immediately hitting my chest like a second heartbeat. The air was thick with the scent of expensive liquor, cologne, and a faint trace of desperation. This wasn’t just any club. It was one of mine, a personal playground where power and pleasure often mingled in equal measure.“Mr. Larson,” the club manager greeted me with a practised smile and a slight bow. “Your table is ready. Mr. Castle has already arrived.”“Good,” I said, adjusting the cuff of my tailored jacket as I followed him through the crowded space. The sea of bodies parted as we made our way towards the VIP section, a mix of curiosity and awe in the eyes of those I passed.Yes, I’m that big of a shot. When we reached the private lounge, the scene awaiting me wasn’t surprising in the least. Trevor Castle, my best friend since we were reckless teenagers, sat sprawled on the plush leather couch with a brunette on her knees in front of him. Her hea