~Elysia~That evening, the club was alive with the hum of conversation and the throb of bass as the clientele descended for the night's indulgences. I was busy winding my way through the tables, after spending time in the dungeon making sure their were no issues needing dealt with, when Ainsley approached me, her eyes narrowed and her expression a clear warning."Back off, Elysia," she hissed, her voice like a whip cracking in the air. "Alex is mine. You're just a toy for him to play with when he's bored."Her words stung, but I kept my cool, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing me rattled. "I'm just here to do my job," I replied calmly. "And that's all it is."Her eyes searched my face, looking for a crack in my armor, but she found none. The attraction between Alex and I was there, a sizzling undercurrent that had been growing stronger with each passing day. But he kept me at a distance with a dance of flirtation and professionalism that had left me both frustrated and in
I suddenly found myself being propelled backward, my back hitting the brick of the wall directly behind me. Alex's lips crashed down on mine. Hungry and possessive. "You're too fucking young for me, but God you make me burn," he murmured against my skin, his teeth grazing my ear.My body responded despite the anger, my heart racing as his hand traveled up my side, his thumb brushing the side of my breast. The smell of whiskey and sweat clung to him like a second skin.He pulled away, his eyes searching my face for something, but I couldn't tell what. "Why do you make me want to lose control?" he whispered, his breath hot on my cheek.I looked up at him, my eyes filled with confusion and hurt. "Why do you keep pushing me away?""Because if I don't, I'll fuck everything up," he said, his voice strained. "You're a part of this now, whether you like it or not. And Hartwell won't stop until he has you.""But why me?" I asked, my voice shaking."Because you're the only one who's ever made m
That night, the club was bustling, the air thick with the scent of desire and power. I mingled among the guests, my eyes scanning the shadows for any sign of Hartwell or his men. Alex was a storm cloud at the bar, his eyes never leaving me as I moved through the crowd. The tension between us was thick, a dance of fear and attraction that no one else seemed to notice.As the night grew late and the club grew wilder, I spotted a man lurking in the corner, watching me with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. He was one of Hartwell's men, I was sure of it. Without missing a beat, I approached him, my smile as sweet as honey. "Can I help you find something?"His eyes raked over me, a predator assessing his prey. "I'm just enjoying the view," he said, his voice a low rumble.I knew the type, a thug in a cheap suit, thinking he was smoother than he was. "Well, the VIP lounge is that way," I said, pointing to the velvet roped-off area. "You won't find a better view than that."He s
Hartwell was a slippery fish. He slithered out of his chair, knocking it back with a clatter. "You think you have me?" he laughed, a sound that made my skin crawl. "You're just two kids playing in the big leagues."The room went still, the air thick with tension. I could feel the anticipation, the desire for blood, pulsating in the air. But Hartwell was right. He had slipped through our grasp again, leaving us with nothing but a trail of breadcrumbs leading to nowhere."You're going to regret this," he said, his voice low and deadly. "You've no idea what you're dealing with."Alex stepped closer to Hartwell, his hand on the knife tucked into the back of my slacks. "Is that a threat, Mayor?"He sneered, his eyes on the knife. "Just a promise," he said, and then he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.The room was left in silence, the echo of his words ringing in our ears. Alex looked at me, his eyes filled with a rage that mirrored my own. "We're not done with him," he said, hi
A few hours later, I stared down at the piece of bread I was smearing mustard on. It had been several weeks since I had done such an ordinary thing as prepare something to eat."You're sure you don't want me to fix my own?" Alex's voice was a gentle rumble in the quiet kitchen."I've got it," I said, forcing a smile. "It's good to feel like a normal person for once."He leaned against the counter, watching me with a knowing look. "You're anything but normal, El," he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.The quiet was a welcome respite from the constant tension of the past few days. The club was running smoothly, the guests none the wiser to the storm brewing beneath the surface. We had agreed to take the day off from the investigation, to let our minds rest."How about a movie?" Alex suggested, holding up a remote control. "Action or romance?"I rolled my eyes. "Surprise me," I said, taking a bite of my sandwich as I carried both our plates into the living room.The TV flickere
With a groan, Alex closed the distance between us, his hand cradling the back of my neck as he claimed my mouth in a kiss that stole my breath. His other hand slid down my back, gripping my waist and pulling me against him, the warmth of his body setting me on fire.Our kiss grew more desperate, tongues tangling, teeth clashing, as we sought to devour each other. His hands roamed my body, his fingers tracing the line of my dress, finding the zipper, and tugging it down with a rough urgency. The fabric fell away, pooling around my feet, leaving me exposed in just my black lingerie.He stepped back, his eyes raking over me, the hunger in them making me tremble. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "So innocent."I reached for him, my hands fumbling with his shirt buttons. "I'm not innocent," I whispered, my voice a challenge. "Not anymore."With a growl, Alex picked me up, carrying me to the desk. He set me down, his hands moving to the clasp of my bra, releasing it wit
The following morning, as I sat in the office, Alex entered setting cup of coffee down on the edge of the desk. "I need to talk to you," he said, his voice tight.I nodded. "I figured."He took a deep breath. "I can't do this. You have got to stop tempting me.""Alex," I began, but he held up a hand to silence me."No," he said firmly. "You don't understand..."The door to the office swung open, and we both turned to see a man standing in the doorway. He was tall, with the same sharp features and piercing gaze as Alex. But there was something softer about him, a refinement that spoke of a life lived in the upper echelons of society."Alex," the man said in greeting.Alex's expression was a mask of shock and anger. "What the hell are you doing here, Marcus?"Marcus, stepped into the room, his eyes taking in the chaos of the club's ledger spread out before us. "It seems I've arrived just in time," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into
The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut. Alex's fiancée was Hartwell's daughter. The man we were trying to bring down had his claws in Alex in ways I never could have imagined."You son of a bitch," Alex growled, stepping towards Marcus.Marcus held up his hands. "Just pointing out the facts," he said, his voice smug.The rage in Alex's eyes was terrifying."You're engaged to Hartwell's daughter," I repeated, feeling the weight of the words sink in. "This is why you can't touch me, why you won't let us be together."Alex's jaw was clenched tight, his hands balled into fists at his sides. "It's a prison," he said through gritted teeth."None of it matters, Alex. What ever might have been starting between us, is over." With that I turned and made my way back into the mansion.The house was eerily quiet, a stark contrast to the cacophony of emotions rushing through my head. As I walked through the hallways, each step felt heavier than the last.I made my way to my room, needing spa