Alexander"I need to speak with Andrew about the next project." I straightened my tie, eager to change the subject. "Come on, man. These girls could help you forget about her." Leo wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "The blonde one's particularly flexible. She-" "For fuck's sake, Leo." I cut him off with a sharp look. "Focus on finding who drugged me. That's more important than your attempts to get me laid." "Fine, fine. But you're missing out. The redhead can-" "Leo." "Alright, alright." He chuckled, scanning the crowd. "But seriously, when's the last time you had some real fun?" I smirked at Leo. "I'm perfectly capable of entertaining myself without your suggestions. Let's drop this conversation." "Come on, you used to be more adventurous. Remember that time in Dubai with the yacht and those models?" I adjusted my cufflinks, keeping my expression neutral. "That was a different time. Right now, I need to focus on business and finding out who's trying to sabotage me." "Speaki
MadisonHe crossed the marble floor with that predatory grace that quickened my pulse. Several people tried to catch his attention, but he moved past them like they were invisible. His focus was entirely on me, and the intensity of his gaze made my skin tingle. "Enjoying the party, Miss Harper?" His voice carried that hint of amusement that told me he knew exactly what I'd been thinking about. "Yes, Mr. Knight. The view has been particularly entertaining." His eyes darkened at my choice of words. "Has it now?" "Mmhmm." I gestured vaguely toward where Abigail stood, fuming by the bar. "Some people seem to be having trouble reading the room." He leaned against the column beside me, close enough that his cologne teased my senses but not close enough to touch. "Jealousy looks good on you." "I wasn't jealous." The lie slipped out automatically. "No?" His lips curved into that dangerous smile that promised wicked things. "So you weren't imagining pushing her into the fountain o
MadisonHe pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my waist. My bra barely contained my breasts, and he wasted no time unclasping it and tossing it aside. "Fuck, look at those tits." He cupped them roughly, his thumbs flicking over my nipples until they were hard peaks. "Such a good girl for me." My breath hitched as he pinched one nipple hard while his other hand slid under my dress and found the thin strip of my thong. He tugged it aside, exposing my wet pussy to the cool air. "You're already so wet," he murmured against my ear, fingers slipping between my folds to find my clit. "You love being punished, don't you?" "Yes," I gasped as he rubbed slow circles over my clit, making pleasure coil tight in my belly. His fingers slid lower, teasing my entrance before plunging inside me. "Fuck, you're tight." He pumped his fingers in and out while his thumb continued to torment my clit. "Mr. Knight," I moaned, rocking against his hand as pleasure built i
AlexanderI guided Madison through the elegant restaurant, my hand resting on the small of her back. The lunch crowd buzzed with quiet conversation and clinking silverware. Our private booth awaited in a secluded corner - perfect for the meeting ahead with Andrew. Madison slid into the curved booth first, and I settled beside her rather than across. The leather upholstery creaked as I shifted closer, our thighs touching beneath the crisp white tablecloth. Her vanilla perfume teased my senses. I traced my fingers along Madison's thigh under the tablecloth, enjoying how her breath caught. The restaurant's ambient noise provided the perfect cover for more intimate activities, but business had to come first for now. "Looks like Andrew's running late again." I checked my Rolex. "I specifically told him noon sharp." Madison smoothed her napkin across her lap. "Maybe he's stuck in traffic, Mr. Knight." I suppressed a smirk, letting my thoughts wander to a more likely scenario. Andrew pr
AlexanderHer chin lifted slightly - there was that spark I loved to ignite. "I can handle anything you throw at me." "Anything?" I raised an eyebrow, letting the word hang between us. The air in the car grew thick with tension. "The project, Mr. Knight. I meant the project." "Of course you did." I pulled out my phone, pretending to check my emails while watching her from the corner of my eye. "You'll need to familiarize yourself with commercial real estate regulations, zoning laws, and construction timelines. Think you're up for it?" "Yes." Her answer came without hesitation. "Good," I said, setting my phone aside. "Because I need someone I can trust running this project, someone who won't be distracted by other activities." A flush crept up her neck. "I'm very good at compartmentalizing." "Oh, I know exactly how good you are at compartmentalizing." I let my gaze drift over her body, remembering last night's activities. "The question is, can you keep it up while managing a mul
MadisonI watched Alexander disappear into the suite. The phone continued buzzing in my hand as I walked down the hallway, putting some distance between me and the room. The Vegas afternoon sun streamed through the windows, making the gold-trimmed walls gleam. "Hello?" "Hey, is this Madison?" A familiar voice came through the line. "Jackson? Yeah, it's me." I leaned against the wall, grateful for the cool surface against my heated skin. "Thank god. I was wondering if this was still your number. It's been forever." "Where did you disappear to? You basically dropped off the face of the earth." "Just got back from the UK yesterday, actually. Been there for work." "Three years without a single text or call?" I raised an eyebrow, even though he couldn't see it. "What, they don't have phones across the pond?" He laughed. "Come on, Mads. You know how it is. Work was insane. Barely had time to breathe, let alone socialize." "Right, because hitting the 'send' button on a text
MadisonHe tossed his jacket over a barstool. "Worried about being stranded with me?" His eyes raked over my body, making my skin tingle. "The helicopter returns whenever I want it to. One call is all it takes." "And when would that be?" "Tomorrow." He prowled closer, backing me against the kitchen island. "We're staying the night." "Just one night?" The counter's edge pressed into my lower back as he caged me in with his arms. His eyes darkened with amusement. "Not sufficient for you? We can always extend our stay another day." His thumb traced my bottom lip, and I fought the urge to bite it. "Not like that." I tilted my chin up, meeting his gaze. "I was just asking." "Mhmm." He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "Because it sounded like you were hoping for more time alone with me in this very private, very secluded cabin." "You wish, Mr. Knight." I placed my palm against his chest, though I wasn't sure if I meant to push him away or pull him closer. "I do w
Madison"I'll take you to dinner at hidden gems where no one knows us," he continued, his voice dropping lower. "Show you places that'll take your breath away. But afterward?" His grip tightened. "I'm going to fuck you senseless in ways you've never imagined." My breath caught. "You sound very sure of yourself." "I am." He pressed me against the balcony railing. "I'll wine and dine you properly. Take you to art galleries, private concerts, and secluded beaches. But don't think for a second that I won't bend you over my desk the next day." "Mr. Knight!" I tried to sound scandalized, but my body betrayed me, pressing closer to his. "What? Too crude for you?" His laugh rumbled through his chest. "Should I use more romantic terms? Make love to you?" I rolled my eyes at his mocking tone. "Romantic terms are boring. They sound like something from those cheesy romance novels." "Is that so?" His fingers traced up my spine. "That's why I prefer to be direct. Tell you exactly how I'm goin
AlexanderI left the conference room, my mind racing with contingency plans. The team would handle the immediate crisis response, but I needed a moment to strategize beyond the next few hours. This attack was too coordinated, too precise. Someone knew exactly where to hit us. As I entered my office, my phone vibrated. The screen displayed a name I wasn't surprised to see: Edward Knight. Perfect timing, as always. I accepted the call and put it on speaker as I loosened my tie completely. "Alexander." His voice carried that familiar mix of authority and concern. "I just got off the phone with Harold from the board. What the hell is happening?" "Hello to you too, Dad," I said, dropping into my chair. "I'm handling it." "Handling it? The company's losing billions in market cap over fraud allegations!" I pinched the bridge of my nose. "I'm aware of the situation." "Are these allegations true?" he demanded, cutting straight to his primary concern. "Of course not," I snapped. "You kn
AlexanderI strode through the executive floor, Madison following close behind. The cacophony of ringing phones and urgent voices created a backdrop of chaos. My empire was under attack, and every second counted. The conference room door was already open, revealing a gathering of grim faces around the polished table. Our CFO was gesturing frantically at a laptop screen while our head of Legal paced by the windows, phone pressed to his ear. The PR director was furiously typing on her tablet, and two members of our crisis management team huddled over documents, speaking in hushed tones. "Everyone," I announced, not bothering with pleasantries. All heads snapped up, conversations halting mid-sentence. I took my place at the head of the table while Madison slipped into a chair beside me, tablet ready. "Give me the damage report," I demanded, loosening my tie slightly. Our CFO cleared his throat, his usual composed demeanor cracking under pressure. "Futures are indicating we'll open
MadisonI blinked, trying to process his words through my post-orgasmic haze. "What? Financial fraud?" "We don't have time for explanations," Alexander said, tossing his shirt over his head. His muscles flexed as he buttoned it with practiced efficiency. "Get dressed. Now." The urgency in his voice snapped me into action. I scrambled off the bed and headed to the closet, where some of my clothes hung alongside his designer suits. I quickly selected a charcoal pencil skirt and cream blouse, which were professional enough for whatever crisis awaited us. "Faster," he barked, already fully dressed and checking his phone again. His jaw clenched tighter with each swipe of his thumb. I hurried into the bathroom to fix my appearance, wincing at my reflection. My hair was a tangled mess, my lips swollen, and faint red marks dotted my neck where Alexander had gotten carried away. I quickly applied concealer to the most visible marks and pulled my hair into a tight bun. When I emerge
MadisonAlexander reached into his discarded pants and pulled out a condom. He tore the wrapper with his teeth, his eyes never leaving mine as he rolled it over his impressive length. "Fuck, I can't wait to be inside you," he growled, positioning himself between my spread legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, coating himself in my wetness. "You're dripping for me." "Please," I begged, beyond caring how desperate I sounded. "I need you inside me." "What do you need inside you?" he teased, continuing to slide his length along my folds without entering me. "Be specific, Madison." I swallowed hard, forcing myself to say the words he wanted to hear. "I need your cock inside me, Mr. Knight. Please fuck me." His eyes darkened at my words. "Good girl." Without further warning, he slammed into me, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust. The sudden fullness made me cry out, my back arching off the marble counter. "Fuck," he hissed, gripping my hips hard en
MadisonHe withdrew his fingers suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. "Turn around." I did as he ordered, my ass stinging pleasantly where he'd spanked me. He looked me over, his eyes lingering on the diamond necklace at my throat, then lower to my breasts and between my legs. "On your knees," he commanded. I sank down, the plush carpet cushioning my knees. He stood over me, still in his boxer briefs, the outline of his cock straining against the fabric. "Take it out," he said. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, already leaking at the tip. My mouth watered at the sight. "Open," he said, his hand tangling in my hair. I parted my lips, and he guided himself into my mouth. The taste of him was intoxicating. I took him as deep as I could, relaxing my throat to accommodate his size. "Fuck," he groaned, his grip tightening in my hair. "Your mouth feels amazing." I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, usi
MadisonAs we stepped into the penthouse, the silence wrapped around us like a blanket. The lights of Manhattan twinkled beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a backdrop that belonged in a movie, not my real life. Alexander locked the door behind us with a definitive click that sent a shiver down my spine. I stood in the vast living room, still clutching the boutique bag with the diamond necklace. Its weight seemed to grow heavier as Alexander's eyes remained fixed on me. "Take it out," he commanded, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the nearest chair. I carefully removed the velvet box from the bag, holding it in my palm as if it might bite me. The diamonds inside were worth more than my entire year's salary, likely several years' worth. "Put it on," Alexander said, loosening his tie completely and pulling it free from his collar with a soft hiss of fabric. I opened the box, staring at the necklace. "Right now?" "Yes, right now. I want to see it on you." I
MadisonAs she sashayed away, I couldn't help myself. "'I'll be in touch,'" I mimicked under my breath, pitching my voice higher. "'We should catch up properly. I'll text you.'" I rolled my eyes. Alexander raised an eyebrow. "Jealousy looks good on you, Ms. Harper." "I'm not jealous," I replied automatically, heat rising to my cheeks. He chuckled, then held out the small boutique bag to me. "For you." I took it hesitantly, feeling the weight of the box inside. "The necklace?" "What were you two discussing?" he asked instead of answering, his eyes scanning my face. I sighed, clutching the bag tighter. "Your friend or ex-girlfriend or whatever she is took my number. She wants me to update her on your whereabouts so she can 'accidentally' run into you. Like I'm supposed to be her personal Alexander-tracking device." "Caroline does this with all my personal assistants. She's harmless." "Harmless?" I repeated incredulously. "She practically threatened me." "She's dramatic," he sai
MadisonI felt a small, petty surge of satisfaction watching her forced to engage in small talk when she clearly wanted to be elsewhere, specifically with Alexander. Alexander seemed oblivious to her predicament, his attention still focused on the diamond necklace and, more disturbingly, on my neck. I resisted the urge to cover my throat with my hand. "Shall we look at the other items?" I suggested, desperate to move away before she managed to extricate herself from the silver-haired man. "No need," Alexander replied, his eyes still on the necklace. "I've found what interests me." I glanced back at the mystery woman, who was now nodding politely at whatever the older gentleman was saying while her eyes repeatedly darted in our direction. The tension in her shoulders was visible even from across the room. "Ladies and gentlemen," the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, startling me. "The silent auction is now closed. Please make your way to the payment area if you've bee
Madison"Something on your mind, Ms. Harper?" Alexander's voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to find him studying me, his expression unreadable. "No, Mr. Knight." "Liar," he said softly. "You've been fidgeting for the past ten minutes." "I wasn't aware my comfort level was of interest to you in public settings," I replied, surprising myself with my boldness. A flicker of amusement crossed his face. "Everything about you interests me, Ms. Harper. Even your discomfort." "How kind," I muttered. Alexander's eyes narrowed slightly, his lips curving into that infuriating half-smile that meant he was enjoying my discomfort. "You want to know who she is." It wasn't a question. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze directly. "No, I don't." "Really?" He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing me. "I was about to tell you, but if you're not interested..." He shrugged one shoulder, the movement elegant beneath his perfectly tailored tuxedo. "Then I don't need to explain." I bit th