Madison Harper knows all too well the chaos Alexander Knight leaves in his wake. As the billionaire CEO’s personal assistant, she’s cleaned up after countless scandals, soothed ex-lovers, and kept his messy private life from spilling into the boardroom. But when one fateful night lands her in Alexander’s bed, the dynamics shift dramatically. What begins as a moment of uncontrollable spirals into a neither can resist: Madison needs financial help for her mother’s mounting medical bills, and Alexander offers the resources—on the condition she becomes his girlfriend for a year. No strings, no emotions, just business. But as the lines between their professional and private lives blur, Madison’s resolve to keep her heart guarded begins to waver. Beneath Alexander’s reckless charm lies a magnetic that draws her closer than she ever intended. Just as she starts to believe she might be more than his latest “arrangement,” the ghost of Alexander’s long-lost first love, Katherine, reappears, threatening to unravel everything they’ve built. Can Madison protect her heart while navigating this high-stakes game of desire and deception? Or will this with her infamously reckless boss cost her more than she’s prepared to lose?
View MoreMadisonTwenty minutes later, we pulled into a marina. Boats of various sizes bobbed gently in the water, their lights reflecting off the dark surface."A boat?" I asked, following him down the dock."Not just any boat." Alexander gestured ahead to a sleek yacht that looked like something out of a luxury magazine. It wasn't as massive as the one from the fundraiser event, but it was still impressive – gleaming white with elegant lines and soft lights illuminating the deck."Whose is it?" I asked, accepting his hand as I stepped aboard."Mine." He said it casually, as if owning a yacht was as common as owning a bicycle."Of course it is," I muttered. "You probably have a submarine, too, just for weekend excursions."Alexander's laugh was rich and genuine as he guided me onto the yacht. "Not yet, but that's not a bad idea. I'll have to look into that."The deck was polished teak, gleaming under the soft lighting. Everything about the vessel screamed money—from the plush seating area to
MadisonI was deep in the throes of research, surrounded by open tabs of Manhattan real estate developments, when my phone buzzed. Alexander's name flashed on the screen. I hesitated for a split second before answering. "Hello, Mr. Knight." "Madison." His voice was like warm honey over gravel. "What are you doing right now?" I glanced at my laptop screen, where I'd been compiling data on projects similar to our Manhattan development. "I'm working, actually. I'm just putting together some research for the project." "Such a dedicated employee," he said, amusement coloring his tone. "Or should I say girlfriend? Working this late without being asked." I checked the time in the corner of my screen—10:14 PM. "I'm just trying to be thorough." "How about we go out?" I blinked, caught off guard. "Now? It's after ten." "Is your research so urgent it can't wait until tomorrow?" His voice dropped lower. "I'm bored, and I'd much rather be looking at you than these contracts." "I..." I loo
AlexanderI stepped out of the car, taking in the sleek façade of Noir, one of Manhattan's most exclusive lounges. John had parked right out front, a privilege only money and influence could buy in this city. "I'll text when I'm ready," I told him, adjusting my cufflinks as I closed the door. The bouncer straightened when he saw me approach, nodding respectfully as he unhooked the velvet rope. Inside, the bar hummed with the quiet energy of people who could afford to drink here on a Tuesday night. Dim lighting cast everything in amber and shadow, giving even the most ordinary conversations an air of conspiracy. I spotted Leo immediately. He was seated at our usual corner table, nursing what looked like a neat whiskey. His eyes tracked me across the room, his face giving away nothing. "You're late," he said as I slid into the seat across from him. "Traffic," I replied, flagging down a server with just a glance. "Scotch. The Macallan 25." The server nodded and disappeared. I
Madison"You can wipe that look off your face," I told her. "Jackson could look like Chris Hemsworth's better-looking brother, but I still wouldn't be interested.""So you admit he's hot," Hazel said, pointing an accusing finger at me."I have eyes, don't I? But acknowledging someone's attractiveness doesn't mean I want to date them." I gathered my purse and stood up. "Besides, we have history as friends. It would be weird.""Friends make the best lovers," Hazel singsonged as she collected her things. "They already know all your weird habits and like you anyway.""You've been reading too many romance novels," I said, leading toward the door."I've been reading exactly the right amount, thank you very much." She pushed the door open, and we stepped out onto the sidewalk.The night air hit my face with a refreshing coolness after the warmth of the coffee shop."Well, this was surprisingly not terrible," Hazel said, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck. "Jackson turning out to be h
MadisonWe spent the next hour catching up. Jackson told us about London—the tiny apartment he'd shared with four other guys, the constant rain, and the surprising quality of British fast food. He'd worked for a small financial firm that had been acquired by a larger company, which led to his transfer back to New York. "What about you, Madison?" Jackson asked. "What's it like working for Alexander Knight? He's practically a celebrity." I shifted in my seat, suddenly uncomfortable. "It's just a job. Busy, demanding. You know how it is." "She's being modest," Hazel interjected. "I already told you that she just got promoted to project manager for some fancy new building development. While still being his assistant." "Seriously?" Jackson looked impressed. "That's a lot of responsibility. I thought promotions usually meant moving up, not piling on more work. Juggling both jobs is going to be tough, isn't it?" "It's fine," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "I like staying busy." "
MadisonJackson spotted us and smiled, that same crooked smile that used to appear when he'd finally solved a difficult math problem. He weaved between tables toward us."Madison! Hazel!" He spread his arms wide. "You both look amazing!"Hazel, who had been ready to verbally destroy him moments ago, stood up and accepted his hug like they were long-lost relatives. "Jackson! What a surprise! We were just saying how it's been forever!"I caught her eye over his shoulder and mouthed, "Traitor." She responded with a subtle shrug that clearly meant, "But he's hot now."Jackson turned to hug me next, and I caught a whiff of expensive cologne. "Mads, so good to see you in person. Thanks for meeting me.""Sure thing," I replied, patting his back awkwardly before pulling away. "It's been a while.""Three years, two months, and approximately sixteen days," Hazel said sweetly, then added, "Not that I was counting."We all sat down, and an uncomfortable silence fell over the table until Jackson c
MadisonI trudged down the sidewalk, eyeing the heavy clouds overhead, which hung like a bad mood over the city. The weatherman had promised rain by evening, but so far, the sky had been just threatening without delivering—kind of like my social life lately. I pulled out my phone and dialed Hazel, shifting my purse to my other shoulder as I waited for her to pick up. "Madison Harper, as I live and breathe," Hazel's voice came through after the fourth ring. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure on a Tuesday evening?" "Very funny. Are you coming or what? I'm almost at Caffeine Dreams." I sidestepped a guy walking his tiny dog, which yapped at me like I'd personally offended its ancestors. "Coming where? Did I miss something?" I stopped walking. "Please tell me you're joking. Jackson? Coffee? The plans we made last week?" "Oh shit," Hazel muttered. "That's tonight? I totally forgot." "How could you forget? You're the one who insisted we should hear him out!" "In my defense,
MadisonAlexander's hand lazily stroked my back, tracing patterns on my sweaty skin. "Not bad for punishment," I murmured against his chest, a small smile on my lips. "Who said the punishment is over?" I lifted my head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "You mean there's more?" "There's always more, Ms. Harper." His hand came down on my ass with a light smack that made me jump. "That was just the warm-up. Something about you makes me want to fuck you until neither of us can walk straight." I laughed, sitting up on his chest. My hair was a mess, falling around my face in tangled waves. "Is that a challenge or a promise?" Alexander's eyes darkened as they roamed over my body. "Both." He sat up suddenly, keeping me in his lap as he kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me all over again. When he pulled back, we were both breathless. "I need to get rid of this," he said, gesturing to the condom. I climbed off him, wincing slightly at the soreness between
MadisonWe entered a massive bedroom dominated by a king-sized bed with dark blue sheets. The room was minimalist but luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of the private lake. "On the bed," Alexander commanded. "On your back, legs spread." I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself as instructed. Alexander opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out what looked like a small, egg-shaped device. "Do you know what this is?" he asked, holding it up. "A vibrator," I replied, my mouth suddenly dry. "Smart girl." He pressed a button, and the device hummed to life. "Let's see how long you can last before begging me to let you come." He knelt between my spread legs, running his hands up my thighs. Without a preamble, he lowered his head and licked a long stripe up my center. "Fuck!" I cried out, my hips bucking against his face. "Mmm, you taste even better than I remembered," he murmured against me, his breath hot on my sensitive flesh. He dove back in, his
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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