Elvie bit her lips as she stood there in the executive hallway, frozen and holding a yellow cardboard box to her chest, refusing to look scared. With her sun-kissed hair and a dusting of freckles covering her button-like nose, she was the type of beauty that suddenly sneaked up on everyone. Though she wore a matching Gucci dark pencil skirt and a white satin shirt, paired with t-strap dark shoes, she thought it was the most simple and uncatching getup. But the more they looked at her, the more they realised how striking she was. She looked like she belonged on a runway. Even in her simple attire, she looked like freedom and tasted like a piece of the sky. Why hadn't she noticed that part of her before? Yeah, she dressed beautifully ever since he saw her when he was still in university, but still, he hadn't thought of her like that—like a woman. Zander wanted to grab her and slam her over the desk, fucking her three ways to Sunday in front of his entire executive crew. The problem w
Zander frowned and almost broke into a smile—not fake, not calculated, and also not constructive to his twitching dick. "So, how's the first day, dear? Exhausted?" If nothing else, her face was kind of funny. He thought to himself. Elvie glared at him and took her purse from the floor. His words were like a slap in the face, and Elvie's frustration erupted. "This isn't a game, Zander. I deserve respect, and your intentional cruelty is crossing a line. Ignoring me all day and trying to hurt my feelings? What's the matter with you?" Their confrontation crackled with tension, a couple locked in a battle of emotions amidst the hum of ringing phones. "Seriously? Are you this childish?" she almost growled before adding, too annoyed to even look at his smirking lips, "You transferred me here? For what? As fucking decoration? Do I look like a bloody vase to you?" "No! You look like an eye sore to me!" He rolled his eyes. "Why the hell didn't you look for a table? Or do something then?" "Do
Things got progressively and methodically worse in the week following Elvie’s move from High Fashion to the executive department. The place was a zoo made out of rich perfume, stupid brains, and expensive oak desks glued together in a wave pattern. The newsroom was round, with glass walls. There was a stairway to the next floor that led to a door with a plaque plastered on it: FOR ZEUS ONLY This referred to the actual studio-type room with a glass wall, where the jerky god himself could see everything. But Elvie couldn’t feel the fairy dust on her skin because she was too busy trying to survive her life as she knew it. Her secret husband was the first to kill her mood, every fucking day. Zeus had decided to play a trick on her. First came the carnation flowers, chocolate with insects inside, and text messages that told her to watch her back. When those were ignored or given to the lonely, attractive receptionist, Zander started making pranks that ranged from a dead rat to bloody
Inwardly, Elvie could hear the god of all gods and goddesses rumbling, "Yup. She’s throwing me under the bus again." She made a mental note to put some chilli on Zander’s boxers later just to appease the real god of Olympus. "Oh, wifey dear, I’m not in the business of repeating myself," he seethed, ignoring her jab, and if she knew one thing about Zander, it was that he never passed up an opportunity to outwit her once she threw a jab at him. "And I don’t want you near him. Matheo’s intentions aren’t pure. Trust me, I know." "Oh, really, and yours are?" she huffed. "Look, I can’t—and won’t—ignore the SVP. He is also my boss, remember?" Zander bent down to bite her ear and groaned, "Oh, silly, little girl. I am the boss. The one and only. I’m the man who fucked you senseless before and I know you can’t stop thinking about. I’m the asshole you masturbate to in order to get off. I’m the guy who will destroy my competition, especially when it comes to that old cow. So, do yourself a fav
To say that Elvie was annoyed is an understatement. It had taken her almost an hour to sort her dress and clear her head before she called Bella for help. She told her that she got locked up inside the closet and had a panic attack. Luckily, Bella didn't ask her anything.She knew involving herself with Zander Asshole Stanton was a mistake, and what happened between them was beyond stupidity.Falling in love with Zander would be asking for the sort of trouble she helps other women extricate themselves from on a daily basis. Love does weird things to women. They got blindsided, hoodwinked, and charmed into looking at their men through rose-tinted glasses that failed to show up their faults until it was too late.Elvie wasn’t going to be one of those women—a victim of some man’s power game, leaving her as vulnerable as a rain-soaked kitten. "Listen, I appreciate your concern about my cubicle and my very important job to look at the monitors, such as they are, but I’m busy. Now, if you’l
Jesus, Elvie, what on earth are you doing? Stop responding to that man! You know better than that! Stop! The alarm bell of her conscience shattered the moment she pushed against his chest and stepped back to create some distance between them. "Stop! Don’t even think about it, Zander!" His mouth tilted in a knowing smile. "It's not like we haven't done it earlier. But okay, I’m a patient man. The longer I wait, the better the satisfaction." Wait for what? She pondered. Elvie had a feeling there would be a heck of a lot of satisfaction going on if she were to submit to his passion again. The sort of satisfaction that had mostly eluded her in her previous encounters. She wasn’t an expert at sex, or at least not with a partner. She could get things working fairly well on her own, but at least she had been able to fudge her way through it. So far. What happened to them earlier was stupid and damn her for thinking about it again.But she suspected Zander wouldn’t be fooled. Not for a m
Zander brought her chin up, so her gaze meshed with his. "Stay right by my side; you won’t regret it. I can guarantee it."You think? Huh! Stay right by his side and be naive every time he looked at her like he was about to devour her? Yeah right. Her hormones were on edge.However, Elvie brushed his hand away from her chin and took a step backward. "I’m not agreeing to this for any other reason than to save my friends. Are you absolutely clear on that?"Yeah, right. Whatever she was saying, she sure as hell didn't understand any of it while his hands felt so warm on her skin. Screw hormones; right now, all she ever wanted was his lips on hers.Zander’s eyes shone with a triumphant gleam that made the backs of her knees tingle. "But of course, wife."Elvie disguised a swallow, trying not to notice the way his eyes kept glancing at her lips. "When are you thinking of doing it? I mean, officially making me your assistant’s assistant?"Whatever the hell it was, her brain isn't working. H
When Elvie left, Zander picked up his champagne glass because, unless he gave his hands something to do, he knew they would be tempted to jump ahead a few spaces. He could wait. Sure, he could. Elvie was all for keeping things on paper, but he knew she would crack before her brother’s release from the mental institution.He knew she was still attracted to him. What happened earlier in the closet was never a mistake, and they both knew it but tried to deny it. Yes, he had a moment of weakness, but how could someone blame him? He was a man in his prime.However, he knew Elvie had a teenage crush on him, which had amused and annoyed him in equal measure back in the day when he and her brother were still the best of friends. He’d been a little ruthless in handling her back then, but he hadn’t been interested in messing with a teenager, especially so soon after his break-up with the ex he’d thought he was going to marry. Back then, Elvie had been young and starry-eyed, fancying herself in
“I need you to turn my maybe into a definitely." Zander crawled into Elvie’s bed at the end of that gruelling Monday in the office. “Yeah, right. What are you doing here? Thea will—” “Come on, can a man get some time alone with his wife?” Elvie rolled her eyes, but she didn’t kick him out, even though a small, vindictive part of her wanted to. Life was too short to deprive yourself of spending time with those you love—something I’d learned the hard way. She thought to herself. His body seemed to mould into her massive mattress. Somehow, he fit. If there was one thing she’d realised this year, it was that sometimes they belong in the last place they thought they’d ever be. “Wife, let’s turn maybe into definitely.” “How can I do that?” she put her thriller in her lap and let his arm loop around her waist, dragging her into the crook of his shoulder. His lips fluttered along her neck. “Stay at SBC, stay with me no matter how this sh*t turns out. I can’t make it without you.” “Make
They went home to his mansion. To his cock’s disappointment, he slept in the master bedroom alone because Thea was sick and Elvie slept in her room. But it was still better than sleeping in a million-star hotel or at the Stanton Towers, which he couldn’t even look at after he’d learned what he had about his father not being his real father. He wasn’t the one who’d cheated on him. Yet Zander was the one who’d taken most of Matheo’s wrath. In the morning, Elvie gave her brother a shake from what looked like sewer water, green puke, and misery and slid a bowl of cereal his way. It wasn’t even a brand. It was poured right out of a six-pound industrial box with a Costco logo. “Where is the chef?” “Vacation…half of the staff too.” Elvie smiled. “Cavities and diabetes. Breakfast of champions,” Zander muttered into the bowl as he took a spoonful. “My apologies. Our room service doesn’t work on Mondays. Butler is sick. No chef, yeah so, stick with me!” Elvie took a seat next to her dad a
Zander set the papers down, sitting on the edge of her desk and lacing his fingers nonchalantly. So Matheo had planned it all along. The old cow killed his parents. His meeting Elvie, his falling in love with her, giving up on the Davis family—every single thing And he’d walked right into his trap. Well, almost. He would pay! Dearly. Zander thought to himself. He didn’t make the mistake of asking Elvie if she’d known about it. Of course she hadn’t. Instead, he focused on how to deal with this shit. “We’ve both been set up,” he said. “And he—the bastard—killed my parents!” His voice shuddered with enough hatred to melt the antarctic. And though he had his doubts before, he disregarded his instinct and thought that Matheo wasn't capable of doing such nineious things. “He—will pay! I will make sure he—” "Zander." She put a hand on his shoulder, and he resisted the urge to pull her into him and bury his face in her hair. “I'm sorry." Elvie had this touch that made sh*t go away. Bad shi
The word “music” comes from the Muses, goddesses of the arts in Greek mythology.I never said it before, because I thought it was tacky, but you’re my goddess (especially your ass).—ZanderJohn Lennon started his music career as a choir boy.I never said it before, because it terrified me to admit it, but you’re my church (although I plan to be inside you way more than just on Sundays).—ZanderYour heart mimics the beat of the music you’re listening to.I didn’t know I even had one before you came along, and now I do, and it hurts like a motherfucker (thanks for that).—ZanderRemember in university? I stole your iPod before you stole my wallet. It was tucked inside my jacket before I even removed your panties. I wanted to know what you were listening to. (And I was sorely disappointed there were no Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake songs in sight, because it made not falling for you so much fucking harder.)—ZanderI tried to tell myself I broke up my contract with Kristal and her f
Her heart was that of a lonely hunter.Yes and everything hurts.Elvie had always thought she was doomed by not being able to fall in love, but once she did fall, she wished she hadn’t. Now it hurt when she breathed, when she walked the hallways at work, and each time in between, when she caught sight of the person with a sharp suit and even sharper tongue moving past her, firing orders at Bella or bantering with the rest of the newsroom staff.A few weeks had passed. Four weeks after he’d shown up at her doorstep with flowers and chocolate, Zander had invited everyone into the conference room and announced that he’d given up his position and would only be staying for another month.After he made that announcement, he’d shot her a look, searching her face. Whatever he found there made him ask her to stay after the meeting was over so they could talk about it.She’d wanted to badly, but she knew nothing had changed. Though he often talked to Thea and visited her when he wasn't busy, he
Kristal had been a no-show during those terrible days, but he still remembered the flowers and pastry the family had sent every morning, her mother checking in on him, and her grandmother calling him three times a day to make sure he ate, showered, and breathed. Bella turned around, reaching for the door handle. Zander kept his face blasé. “Good luck explaining it to everyone, sir. Because let me tell you something—the moment Elvie walked into the room and into your life again, she changed you. It wasn’t profound. It was even more gradual, but it was there. In the way you started smiling, the way you softened towards your employees—just a little—and started doing the right thing by yourself and Kristal. But standing here?” She shook her head. “I think that man just bailed on us, and it saddens me because I was looking forward to working with and befriending the new Zander.” Fuck! Bella closed the door behind her, and he looked to the glass wall, catching Elvie unpacking her lunch a
Elvie was about to round the corner and turn onto the street when a limo pulled up at the curb and the passenger door flung open. Her eyes widened, and she stopped in an instant. Her brother was no Liam Neeson, and if she was going to get kidnapped, she very much doubted she could be saved. She turned around to look at the person getting out of the vehicle. It was Kristal, dressed to impress in what looked like a cocktail gown. She seemed to be alone.“Can I help you?” Elvie cocked her head. She wanted to be strong, but she was tired, hungry, and annoyed. And pissed at herself—so pissed that she’d let herself get carried away with a man like Zander Stanton. She usually made smart choices. She was a salad girl, and he was a deep-fried chocolate lava cake.“Me? No, though I’m sure you’ll do it at some point once you get fired, divorced, and have to become a waitress to support your slutty ways.” She walked towards her on her high heels. The limo driver looked the other way, like he coul
On the way to work, Gerald told her in her earbuds that they’re spending the treasure that love cannot afford, and Elvie nodded, not only to the rhythm but to the sentiment. Her shoes were blood red, and she’d spent the ride dying their laces black with a Sharpie.She walked into the office, not knowing what to expect. The professional side was going to be evidently extra depressing. But last night, Zander and she showcased their hearts like they were on a window display when they touched—crawling into each other’s mouths and seeping into each other’s souls. Then she’d left, without a message or a phone call. It was not her most mature moment, but she was sure he needed time to think too.Elvie walked the hallway, ignoring the judgy looks and raised eyebrows people tried to pin her with. One of the secretaries passed her and winced. She didn’t say anything, but one look at her face told Elvie she was in for an unpleasant surprise. What the hell was wrong with these people? Why on eart
Her legs were up before she knew it, carrying her to the exit. No explanation. No apologies. Elvie felt his grave steps thumping in her hollow chest as he followed her out. It was raining outside—the kind of dirty, humid rain to break the pulses of summer heat. It reminded her of the day they’d met at the university, of the carnal desperation that ate at her back then, and of the fact that she was still alone.Elvie felt his hand on my shoulder as he swivelled her around sharply. He jerked her into his arms.I didn’t want him to let go.I didn’t want him to keep me there, either. She thought.“I wish I’d never met you.” My fists pounded his chest, and he took it. Maybe because he knew he deserved it. His mouth pressed against my cheek felt like a rusty, hot blade. The world felt like it was ending, even though I knew it couldn’t be.The vane of his breath sliced through my ear. “I wish that, too.”That night, the sex was different.Slow, intense, and angry. Every thrust was a punishme