Madison thought she knew exactly what she was getting into when she signed that paper. Simple, clean, no emotions involved. Just business—or so she told herself. But Alexander isn't a man who plays by the rules, even his own. Behind his powerful suits and boardroom swagger lies a past that's about to catch up with both of them. When fate forces them back into each other's orbits years later, the chemistry is still there—more explosive than ever. But so are the secrets, the lies, and a truth that could either tear them apart forever or prove that some love stories deserve a second chance.
View MoreMadisonI stared at Alexander like he'd grown a second head. "One year? As your girlfriend?" "Think about it logically." He loosened his tie, looking far too comfortable for someone who'd just proposed the most insane arrangement I'd ever heard. "Your mother gets the care she needs, and you won't have to work yourself to death with side jobs." "How exactly is this different from your first suggestion of being your personal..." I swallowed hard, "prostitute?" His eyes darkened. "Don't use that word again." "Why not? That's essentially what you're suggesting – trading my body for money." "No." He pushed off from his desk and invaded my personal space. "I'm suggesting we date. Exclusively." I backed up until my legs hit the chair. "Date?" "Yes, Madison. Date. You know, spend time together, go to dinner, attend events." His lips quirked up. "And yes, physical intimacy would be part of it. But only between us – no other partners." "How romantic." I rolled my eyes. "A contractual re
AlexanderMy head felt like someone had used it as a piñata at a particularly aggressive children's party. I groaned, rolling over in bed to escape the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Bad move. The room spun like a carnival ride. "Good morning, Mr. Knight." Dr. Peterson's voice cut through my fog. "How's the head?" I cracked one eye open. "What are you doing in my bedroom?" "Miss Harper called me last night. Found you in quite a state." Fragments of last night floated through my mind like confetti in a windstorm. The business event. That insufferable board member droning on about golf. The sweating, the walls closing in... "What exactly happened?" I pressed my palms against my temples. "Your guess is as good as mine." Dr. Peterson pulled out his penlight. "Follow the light, please." I batted his hand away. "Skip the doctor routine. Just give me something for this headache." "Already ahead of you." He placed two pills and a glass of water on my nightsta
MadisonThe walk to his office felt like crossing a minefield in stilettos. Each step brought me closer to potential disaster. What if he'd noticed the wedding planning tabs I'd accidentally left open during our morning meeting? What if he remembered calling me Katherine? Standing outside his door, I took a deep breath. Whatever happened, I'd handle it with grace and professionalism. Or at least try not to cry on his expensive furniture. I pushed open the door, half expecting to find Alexander surrounded by printouts of my secret virtual assistant activities. Instead, he sat at his desk, looking annoyingly put together while I felt like a house plant that hadn't been watered in weeks. "Miss Harper." He gestured to the chair across from him. "Have a seat." I perched on the edge like it might bite me. "Is something wrong?" "That's what I wanted to ask you." His blue eyes fixed on me with laser focus. "You've seemed distracted lately. More than usual." Was he keeping a log of my di
MadisonThe shrill ring pierced through our conversation like divine intervention. I almost wept with relief. Alexander raised an eyebrow. "That's your phone." Oh. Right. My phone. The one currently screaming from my pocket like a banshee with its vocal cords caught in a blender. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Knight." I fumbled my phone, almost dropping it before answering. "Hello?" "Is this Madison Harper?" A clinical voice cut through the line. "Speaking." "This is Metro General Hospital. Your mother, Sarah Harper, was brought to our emergency room-" The world tilted sideways. The pristine office, Alexander's expensive desk, the Manhattan skyline - everything blurred into meaningless shapes. "What happened? Is she-" "She's stable now, but we need you to come in immediately." I shot up from my chair. "I'll be right there." "Madison?" Alexander's voice snapped me back to reality. "What's wrong?" "My mom—she's in the ER. I have to go —" I gestured vaguely at the door. "John will take
MadisonI woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck - a very sexy, Alexander Knight-shaped truck. My body ached in places I'd forgotten existed, and my inner thighs bore the telltale bruises of last night's activities. "Get it together, Madison," I muttered to my reflection as I applied concealer under my eyes. Despite my best makeup efforts, the woman staring back looked debauched. The subway ride to work was torture. Every bump and sway reminded me of how Alexander had moved inside me. How his hands had gripped my hips. How he'd called me Katherine. Katherine. The name bounced around my skull like an angry ping-pong ball. I'd spent half the night googling "Katherine Alexander Knight" with zero results. Not that I was jealous or anything. I mean, why would I be jealous of someone whose name my boss moaned while high on God-knows-what? The elevator ride up to the office felt longer than usual. I checked my phone seventeen times in thirty seconds, praying there wouldn't be a me
MadisonHis presence was intoxicating. Alexander's cologne wrapped around me, lingering like dark spices and something earthy. My pulse quickened as he leaned in, our faces just inches apart. "You're here," he murmured. "Mr. Knight, what's going on?" My voice trembled. I placed a hand on his chest, meaning to push him back, but all I felt was the chiseled muscles under his shirt. He took my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine and pressing it back against the wall. The heat from his touch was electric, coursing straight to my core. My breathing turned shallow, and my heart thudded in my ears. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. "You're really here." He whispered huskily. His gaze swept my face, lingering on my lips as his breath warmed my cheek. "Are you... okay?" I stammered. His pupils seemed larger than normal, almost swallowing the blue of his irises. Something felt off. Was he on drugs? "I'm more than okay." He nuzzled against my neck, lips brushing my skin. "You're p
MadisonI lifted my gaze from the computer screen as the elevator dinged. A woman in a red dress strutted toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a timer counting down to chaos. "I'm here to see Alexander." She planted her manicured hands on my desk, leaning forward with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Do you have an appointment?" "I don't need one. We have... history. Just tell Shim Vanessa's here." "I'm sorry, but Mr. Knight only takes scheduled appointments. I can help you set one up for next week-" "Listen here, little secretary." She interrupted. "I'm Vanessa Caldwell. I spent the night with Alexander last weekend, and I'm not leaving until I see him." "As I mentioned, without an appointment or express permission from Mr. Knight-" "Who do you think you are? Just because you stand next to him all day, fetching his coffee and taking notes, you think you're special?" "Ma'am, I need to ask you to leave-" "You're pathetic. Playing gatekeeper, pretendi
MadisonI lifted my gaze from the computer screen as the elevator dinged. A woman in a red dress strutted toward me, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a timer counting down to chaos. "I'm here to see Alexander." She planted her manicured hands on my desk, leaning forward with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Do you have an appointment?" "I don't need one. We have... history. Just tell Shim Vanessa's here." "I'm sorry, but Mr. Knight only takes scheduled appointments. I can help you set one up for next week-" "Listen here, little secretary." She interrupted. "I'm Vanessa Caldwell. I spent the night with Alexander last weekend, and I'm not leaving until I see him." "As I mentioned, without an appointment or express permission from Mr. Knight-" "Who do you think you are? Just because you stand next to him all day, fetching his coffee and taking notes, you think you're special?" "Ma'am, I need to ask you to leave-" "You're pathetic. Playing gatekeeper, pretendi
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