AlexanderI stared at the real estate project files spread across my desk, running calculations for the new development in my head. The numbers looked promising, but something about the location nagged at me. My phone buzzed. Leo's name flashed on the screen. "Tell me you found something," I said, leaning back in my chair. "Bad news, man. No one else got drugged that night. I checked hospital records, talked to event staff, and even bribed a few waiters. You were the only target." "Fuck." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "The footage was useless, too. Whoever did this knew exactly where the cameras were." "Smart bastards. Must have cased the place beforehand." "Yeah, but their plan failed," I smirked, remembering how I'd made it straight to my penthouse instead of wherever they'd intended. "They probably wanted me incapacitated somewhere specific. Instead, I went home and..." Madison's face flashed in my mind, making my cock twitch at the memory. "And what?" Leo's voice dripped
Madison"Oh, before I forget!" I straightened up, remembering my upcoming trip. "I'll be heading to Las Vegas for work. But don't worry - Hazel's promised to check on you regularly while I'm gone." "Las Vegas?" Mom's eyes sparkled with interest. "Now that's what I'm talking about! Finally, some excitement in your life." "Mom, it's a business trip." "Business in the day, pleasure at night." She waggled her eyebrows. "What happens in Vegas-" "Don't you dare finish that sentence?" I shot her a warning look. "And please, for the love of everything holy, stop trying to set me up with every breathing male within a ten-mile radius." Hazel snorted. "Including her boss." "Especially my boss!" "Oh, come on." Mom adjusted her pillow, grinning like a teenager with gossip. "A girl can dream, can't she? Besides, what else am I supposed to do all day?" "Read a book? Do your physical therapy exercises? Actually, rest and recover?" "Boring!" She waved dismissively. "Matchmaking keeps me young
MadisonAlexander's eyes flashed with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the bedroom at the back of the plane. The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in a world of his making. He set me down on the edge of the bed, standing before me like a king surveying his domain. "On your knees." His voice was rough, commanding. I hesitated, a mix of nerves and anticipation swirling in my stomach. But the look in his eyes brooked no argument. I slid off the bed, kneeling before him. The plush carpet cushioned my knees, a stark contrast to the hard man towering over me. He unbuckled his belt, the sound of metal against leather echoing in the room. "You know what I want, Madison." I reached up, my hands trembling slightly as I unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, huge and hard, mere inches from my face. I looked up at him, eyes wide, suddenly feeling very small. "Go on," he urged, voice thick with desire. I tentatively wrapped my fing
MadisonI lay there, still catching my breath, my body a mess of tingling nerves and satisfaction. His weight felt oddly comforting, anchoring me to the bed in a way that made the entire world seem distant. He lifted his head, capturing my lips in a slow, lingering kiss. "How did that feel?" "Intense," I managed to say, still reeling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. "Amazing." A smirk played on his lips. "Have you ever fucked in the sky before?" I blinked at him, the absurdity of the question pulling a laugh from me. "No." "Well," he said with a cocky grin, "get used to it. You'll be getting these kinds of fucks regularly." His words sent a fresh wave of arousal through me. The idea of being at his beck and call for this kind of pleasure was both thrilling and terrifying. I watched as Alexander rolled off me, his muscled body glistening with sweat. My thighs were still trembling from our encounter, and I could barely catch my breath. "You look thoroughly fucked," he said wit
AlexanderI pressed Madison harder against the glass, relishing her trembling under my touch. Her small gasps and whimpers drove me wild, awakening a primal need to possess her completely. "Look at you," I murmured against her lips. "So responsive." I pressed her breasts, feeling their softness yield to my touch. Her breath hitched as I pinched her nipples through the fabric of her dress, rolling the hardening buds between my fingers. Madison bit her lip, a soft moan escaping her. "Mr. Knight..." "Shh," I hushed her, my hands moving to the hem of her dress. "Let's get this off you." I pulled the dress over her head in one smooth motion, leaving her standing there in her bra and panties. The sight of her nearly naked body, curves on full display, sent a rush of blood straight to my cock. I stepped back, taking a moment to appreciate the view. Her breasts heaved with each breath, nipples straining against the lace of her bra. I could see the damp spot on her panties, evidence of h
Alexander"What a coincidence," Abigail smiled, sliding onto the stool beside mine. The bartender appeared instantly – some things never change. I took another sip of my scotch. "Small world." "Are you staying here?" She leaned forward, giving me an unnecessary view down her dress. "Yeah." I kept my eyes firmly on my drink, remembering how Madison had looked spread out on my bed upstairs. "You?" "Just checked in an hour ago." Her perfectly manicured nail traced the rim of her martini glass. "Are you here alone?" "No, Ms. Harper's with me." I swirled the scotch in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. "Your assistant?" Abigail's lips curved into a smile. "Which room number did you get?" I raised an eyebrow. "Why?" "Oh, just curious." She shrugged, taking a delicate sip of her martini. "Making conversation." "5013." Her eyes widened. "My goodness, I'm right across from you! 5019." She laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Must be fate or something, don't
AlexanderI sat on the edge of the bed, running my hand over the cool silk sheets where Madison had been sleeping. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered on the pillow. She must have needed air or gone for a walk to clear her head. Vegas could be overwhelming, especially for someone who wasn't used to the non-stop energy of the Strip. The thought of her wandering alone at this hour made my protective instincts kick in. The bathroom door clicked open, and Madison stepped out wearing silk pajamas that hugged every delicious curve. Her hair was damp, falling in loose waves around her shoulders. My cock instantly hardened at the sight. "Mr. Knight." She froze, her eyes widening as she noticed me. "Miss me?" I smirked, letting my gaze travel slowly down her body. The silk clung to her nipples, revealing she wasn't wearing anything underneath. A blush crept across her cheeks. "I just wanted to freshen up." "Come here." I patted the spot next to me on the bed. Madison walked ov
MadisonThe warmth of his body against mine felt impossibly good. Even through the silk pajamas, his heat radiated into my skin. My stomach growled again, and I felt his chest rumble with quiet laughter. "Sounds like someone worked up quite an appetite." His fingers traced circles on my hip through the silk. I buried my face in his chest, hiding my smile. "Well, someone kept me rather busy today." "Mmm. And I plan to keep you even busier later." His hand slid lower, making me shiver. The casual way he ordered ridiculously expensive food for me, the protective arm around my waist, and the gentle teasing felt so natural. It was like we were actually dating, not just fulfilling an arrangement. I had to keep reminding myself that this was business, nothing more. No matter how right it felt when he held me like this or how my heart fluttered when he smiled at me, I couldn't let myself forget the truth. This was a deal we'd made, plain and simple. Even if it was getting harder and hard
MadisonI spent Friday night buried in real estate books instead of buried under Alexander Knight. Progress, I suppose."Understanding Commercial Property Development" stared back at me from my coffee table, mocking me with its heft and academic tone. I'd made it through twenty pages before my eyes glazed over. The stack of books Alexander had given me loomed like a paper Tower of Babel."Okay, Madison," I muttered, cracking open the book again. "You can memorize marketing strategies and quarterly projections. You can handle a little real estate jargon."Three hours and one cup of coffee later, I'd filled half a notebook with terms I needed to Google: cap rates, NOI calculations, and tenant improvement allowances. My brain felt like it was trying to learn Mandarin overnight.I fell asleep with "Commercial Real Estate Finance Fundamentals" open on my chest, dreaming of buildings that kept changing shape every time I tried to appraise them.Saturday morning arrived with sunshine streami
MadisonI forced a laugh, hoping it didn't sound as strained as it felt. "Mr. Knight? Are you insane?" "Come on! The way he looks at you during meetings..." "Because I'm his PA. That's literally my job - to anticipate his needs and be available when he needs something." Oh, if she only knew just how available I'd been lately. "Professional needs, sure," Hazel smirked. "But have you seen how he watches you when you leave a room? Trust me, that man is thinking about more than quarterly reports." "You're drunk." I grabbed her wine glass before she could spill it. "And delusional. Mr. Knight is my boss. End of story." "But-" "No buts." I cut her off, setting both our glasses on the coffee table. "Tell me one thing - have you actually seen him up close? Like, really seen him?" Hazel flopped back against the cushions. "Well, no. But I've seen him in magazines, newspapers, all over social media. Plus, that one time I came to meet you for lunch, I saw him walking down the hall." "Exac
MadisonJenny and Audrey sprawled across Hazel's plush carpet, sharing stories about their latest Tinder disasters. I kept quiet, sipping my drink and letting their chatter wash over me. "And then he had the audacity to ask if I wanted to split the check after he ordered the most expensive steak on the menu," Jenny groaned, waving her glass for emphasis. "Like, hello? You invited me!" "At least yours showed up," Audrey countered. "Mine texted five minutes before saying his 'energy wasn't aligned with the universe tonight' and he needed to 'recalibrate his chakras.'" I snorted into my drink. "What does that even mean?" "It means he found someone hotter to hook up with," Hazel said, refilling everyone's glasses except mine. She gave me a questioning look, but I covered my drink with my hand. "One's my limit tonight. I have those project proposals to review tomorrow." Jenny rolled her eyes. "Your boss is a slave driver." If only they knew what kind of "driving" he actually did. "
MadisonThe books on his desk caught my eye again—a reminder of the real work ahead. My arms already ached at the thought of carrying them. At least he was investing in my professional growth, even if his personal demands kept escalating by the day. "I remember everything from the document, Mr. Knight." I reached for the heavy books, stacking them against my chest. "I'll spend Saturday with my mom and be yours on Sunday." The words slipped out before I could catch them. Yours. As if I belonged to him. "But how am I supposed to learn all this material if I'm always at your beck and call?" "Yes, you need to learn these. I'll leave this weekend to you. Come to my penthouse Sunday evening." "Thank you for giving me time to study." The words came out more sarcastic than intended, but I couldn't help it. The nerve of this man. 'Giving me time.' Like he was some benevolent king bestowing favors upon his subjects. Next thing you know, he'd want a parade thrown in his honor for allowing me
Madison"Mr. Knight," I kept my voice steady and professional. "I appreciate the alternative, but I'd prefer to continue as project manager." I met his gaze. "The project won't break ground for weeks, giving me time to study and prepare. Plus..." I allowed a small smile. "I have an excellent mentor to guide me, don't I?" His eyes darkened at my words that familiar heat returning to his expression. "Mentor?" I gestured to the books. "You wouldn't have assigned me if you didn't think I could handle it." "True." He moved closer, his cologne making my head swim. "But handling multiple positions can be challenging." I bit my lip to keep from smirking at his innuendo. "I'm becoming quite skilled at juggling different positions." His sharp intake of breath told me my words had hit their mark. Score one for the PA. "Some positions require extensive practice." "I'm a quick learner, Mr. Knight." I kept my voice steady and professional, even as heat bloomed across my cheeks. My mind race
MadisonThe clock struck six as I finished filing the last contract. My body ached in places that had nothing to do with sitting at a desk all day. The memory of Alexander taking me in his car made my cheeks flush. I needed a hot shower and definitely had to check the damage - my ass still tingled from where he'd spanked me. "Ms. Harper." His voice crackled through the intercom. "Come in here before you leave." I sighed. What now? If he wanted my panties again, he'd have to work for it. I knocked and entered his office. Alexander sat behind his desk, focused on his computer screen. "Close the door." He didn't look up from whatever document held his attention. I did as told, hovering near his desk. "You needed something, Mr. Knight?" His fingers flew across the keyboard. The sound of typing filled the silence. Was this some new game? Make me wait while he finishes work? A knock interrupted my thoughts. "Come in," Alexander called out, still not looking up from his screen. A ta
MadisonI walked toward the restaurant entrance, my legs still trembling from our intense encounter in the car. The feel of Alexander's cock stretching me, filling me so perfectly, lingered with every step. My pussy throbbed, reminding me how thoroughly he'd fucked me. The sound of his car pulling away made me pause. Some "girlfriend" I turned out to be - getting fucked in his car then dropped off alone while he rushed to lunch with his family. Not that I cared. This wasn't a real relationship. Just a business arrangement with incredible sex benefits. I smoothed my skirt, wincing at the delicious soreness between my legs. My panties felt damp against my skin - the ones he'd made me beg to have back after stealing them earlier. Bastard probably got off on that power play. The way he'd commanded me to ride him, his hands gripping my hips as I bounced on his thick cock... Fuck. My nipples hardened at the memory of his mouth on them, how he'd made me come so hard I saw stars. "Focus,"
AlexanderI settled back into my chair, catching Scarlett's predatory smile. Her foot traced up my leg again under the table. "The tiramisu for everyone," Grandfather announced to the waiter. "And bring my grandson a double portion." "Really, I don't-" "Hush," Grandmother interrupted. "You're too thin. A growing boy needs sustenance." "I'm thirty-two," I muttered, but the tiramisu appeared before further protests could be made. Scarlett leaned forward, giving me another calculated view of her cleavage as she "accidentally" dropped her napkin. "Could you get that for me?" I ignored her, focusing on my dessert while Uncle James launched into another story about his golf game. Scarlett's foot continued its journey up my leg, but I shifted away, trapping her ankle between my feet. Her eyes widened at being caught. "More coffee?" the waiter asked. "Please," I said, releasing Scarlett's foot with a warning squeeze. Her cheeks flushed - whether from embarrassment or arousal, I didn't
Alexander"Alexander!" My aunt Patricia waved enthusiastically. "Come sit by us!" I made my way around the table, nodding to various family members. Uncle James and his wife Susan, cousin Michael with his new girlfriend, Grandmother Eleanor looking regal as ever, Grandfather William pretending to study the menu he'd memorized years ago. My stepbrother Henry slouched in his chair, probably nursing a hangover. "You're late," Father stated as I took my seat. "Traffic." I signaled the waiter for a scotch. "Scarlett, what an unexpected surprise." She smiled sweetly. "Georgia invited me. Hope you don't mind." "Of course not," Madelyn chimed in. "Scarlett's practically family." I caught Georgia's smirk behind her water glass. This wasn't a coincidence - they were up to something. "How's business, son?" Father asked, cutting through the tension. "Business is strong as ever. The merger-" "Always business, always money!" Grandfather William dropped his menu with a dramatic flourish. "W