Susan
I woke up feeling groggy, my body aching in ways I couldn’t quite explain. The sunlight streaming through the curtains was blinding, and for a moment, I thought I was in my own bed...until I realized there was an arm draped around my waist. Panic shot through me. What…? I blinked, turning my head slightly to see whose arm it was. My heart dropped when I saw Elliot, his face peaceful as he slept beside me. His hair was messier than usual, his stubble more prominent in the morning light. Oh, God. Memories from the previous night flooded back in flashes...his lips on mine, his hands on my skin, the way he murmured my name like it was the only word he ever wanted to say. No, no, no. I tried to pull away, moving slowly so as not to wake him, but his grip tightened around my waist. Before I could react, his eyes fluttered open, and a lazy smile spread across his face. “You’re up already, babe?” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. I froze. Babe? Did he just call me babe? “What did you just say?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, though my heart was pounding like I’d just run a marathon. He propped himself up on one elbow, his grin widening as he looked at me. “I said, ‘You’re up already, babe.’ Why?” “Don’t call me that,” I snapped, my cheeks flaming. I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest as the reality of the situation sank in. “Oh my God… what have I done?” Elliot chuckled, completely unfazed by my panic. “What we did, you mean.” I glared at him. “This isn’t funny, Elliot.” “It’s a little funny,” he said, sitting up as well. His tone was light, but there was something in his eyes...a warmth, a tenderness...that made it impossible to stay angry at him. I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together how things had spiraled so far out of control. “This was a mistake.” His expression faltered, and for a moment, I saw a flicker of vulnerability. But then he recovered, leaning closer with that infuriating smirk of his. “If it was a mistake, it was the best damn mistake I’ve ever made.” I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “I can’t believe this happened. I mean… we work together. You’re technically my boss. And now this?” “Susan,” he said softly, his voice losing its teasing edge. “You don’t have to overthink this.” “Overthink? Elliot, this could ruin everything. My job, my reputation…” I trailed off, my mind racing. He reached out, gently pulling my hands away from my face. “Hey,” he said, his tone firm but gentle. “Nothing is ruined. It’s just us. No one else has to know, and I’ll make sure you’re comfortable with everything moving forward.” I looked at him, searching his face for any sign that he was messing with me, but all I saw was sincerity. “How can you be so calm about this?” I asked, exasperated. He shrugged, his lips quirking into a small smile. “Because I’ve wanted this for a long time.” My heart skipped a beat. “What?” “I mean it,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine. “I’ve wanted you, Susan. And last night… it wasn’t just about the moment. It was about us. I don’t regret it, and I hope you won’t either.” His words left me speechless. I didn’t know how to respond, didn’t know how to process the emotions swirling inside me. “I need time to think,” I said finally, slipping out of bed and gathering my clothes. “Take all the time you need,” Elliot said, watching me with an intensity that made my knees weak. What have I gotten myself into? It was a battle of wills between Elliot and me. He insisted on driving me to work, while I firmly argued that showing up in the office in the same outfit as yesterday was simply out of the question. "You can't seriously expect me to walk into the office like this," I said, gesturing to my crumpled clothes from the day before. Elliot leaned casually against the doorway, looking far too composed for someone who’d been at the center of a whirlwind night. "No one will notice, Susan. You look fine." "Fine?" I shot back, narrowing my eyes. "Fine isn’t exactly the image I’m going for." He smirked. "So you'd rather call a cab, take forever to get home, change, and then make yourself late for work? That’s your plan?" "I’d rather be late than look like… this," I muttered. Elliot sighed, clearly frustrated, but said nothing as I disappeared into the bathroom. I took my time, needing a moment to collect myself after the chaotic morning. My head throbbed from a lingering hangover, a dull reminder of last night’s reckless decision to drink with Elliot. The warm water from the shower didn’t just rinse off the night...it helped soothe my aching head and calm my jumbled emotions. By the time I stepped out, towel wrapped tightly around me, I was feeling a little more composed. That was, until I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks. Spread out on the bed was a collection of clothing that could’ve come straight off a runway. Dresses, blouses, skirts, and even a few pairs of pants...all meticulously arranged, all with tags that screamed "designer" and "expensive." “What is this?” I asked, my voice sharp as I turned to glare at Elliot. He was leaning casually against the dresser, his arms crossed and a knowing smile on his face. “Options,” he said simply. “Options?” I repeated, incredulous. “Elliot, where did all this come from?” “I made a call,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I stared at him, dumbfounded. “You made a call? And a dozen designer outfits just magically appeared in your apartment?” He shrugged. “You needed something to wear. Problem solved.” “This is ridiculous,” I muttered, walking over to the bed and running my fingers over the fabrics. They were stunning...silk, chiffon, cashmere. Each piece felt softer and more luxurious than anything I’d ever owned. “You don’t have to overthink it,” Elliot said, stepping closer. “Pick a dress, or take them all if you want. Whatever makes you comfortable.” I turned to him, my jaw dropping. “Take them all? Elliot, do you have any idea how insane that sounds?” He grinned. “Not really. It’s just clothes, Susan.” “Just clothes,” I repeated, shaking my head in disbelief. But as ridiculous as it all was, I couldn’t deny the practicality of his offer. I couldn’t exactly walk into the office in yesterday’s outfit, and going home to change wasn’t an option. After a moment of hesitation, I reached for a dress...a knee-length, emerald green piece with delicate lace detailing. It was modest enough for work but still striking. “This one,” I said, holding it up. “Great choice,” Elliot said, his gaze lingering on me in a way that made my cheeks flush. “I’m just borrowing it,” I added quickly. “Sure,” he said, but the teasing note in his voice told me he didn’t believe me. Once I was dressed, I felt a lot more confident. The dress fit perfectly, hugging me in all the right places without being too revealing. It was… unsettling, how much I liked it. “Happy now?” I asked as I stepped out of the bedroom, crossing my arms. “Ecstatic,” Elliot said, his eyes twinkling. “You look incredible.” I rolled my eyes, but a small part of me was secretly pleased by the compliment. Eventually, I agreed to let him drive me to work, but on one condition: “Drop me off a few blocks away. I don’t need anyone seeing me get out of your car.” Elliot raised an eyebrow. “Still worried about what people might think?” “Obviously,” I said, giving him a pointed look. “Fine,” he said with a mock sigh. “But only because I’m a gentleman.” As we drove, I rested my head against the seat, still feeling the remnants of my hangover. My stomach churned slightly at the thought of facing the office, but I tried to push it aside. Elliot, of course, seemed unfazed, as if last night had been a regular Monday for him. When he finally pulled over a few blocks away, I grabbed my bag and turned to him. “Thanks… for everything.” “Anytime,” he said, his voice warm and sincere. I stepped out of the car, my heart unexpectedly light as I made my way to the office.ElliotI sat in my office, staring blankly at the untouched pile of paperwork in front of me. For the first time in years, I couldn’t focus. The numbers blurred together, and the graphs looked like meaningless squiggles. All I could think about was Susan.Her laugh. The way her lips felt against mine. The softness of her skin. The way she whispered my name last night, with a mix of hesitation and desire that drove me insane.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand through my hair as fragments of the night played over and over in my head like a broken record.It had started innocently enough...a boss and his subordinate sharing a drink. But by the end of the night, we had crossed a line I wasn’t sure we could come back from. And honestly? I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.Last night, I saw a side of Susan she kept hidden so well...a vulnerable, unguarded version of herself. She let me in, even if just for a few hours. And now, I couldn’t shake the feeling of wanting more.The sound of
SusanI sat at my desk, staring at the glowing screen of my laptop, pretending to focus on the quarterly sales report in front of me. Numbers and graphs blurred together, and for the life of me, I couldn’t concentrate. My mind was trapped, replaying fragments of the previous night in an endless loop.I leaned back in my chair, exhaling deeply. What was I thinking?The memories hit me like flashes of lightning—his touch, his lips, the heat between us. The way I felt safe and completely untethered at the same time. I could still feel his hands on my skin, still hear the way he said my name like it was some kind of prayer.Stop it, Susan. It was nothing. Just a lapse in judgment.But even as I told myself that, my stomach churned. I pressed my fingers against my temple, willing the headache from the hangover—and the guilt—to subside.When I woke up this morning tangled in his sheets, every nerve in my body screamed to run. I didn’t even know who I was last night. Was it the alcohol? The
SusanIt had been a week. Seven excruciatingly long days.The first two days were manageable—or so I convinced myself. After our conversation where I made it clear last week that whatever happened between us was a mistake, Elliot had taken me at my word. Or at least, that’s what it seemed like. He didn’t stop by my office. He didn’t acknowledge my presence when we passed each other in the hall.But by day three, things started to change.I walked into work that morning, coffee in hand, only to find a note on my desk from Gerald.“Please see me immediately regarding your office assignment.”What on earth?When I arrived at his office, Gerald greeted me with that ever-present, professional smile of his.“Good morning, Ms Hart. I hope you’re doing well,” he began, his tone overly chipper.I raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. “What’s this about my office assignment?”“Ah, yes. There’s been a change,” he said, sliding a folder across his desk toward me. “Mr. Prescott has decided it’s b
ElliotI was losing it.The scotch in my glass swirled as I tilted it, staring at the amber liquid like it held the answers to all my problems. The warm burn was supposed to drown the thoughts I couldn’t shake—the memory of her, of Susan, in my bed. Her voice, her scent, the way she looked at me before melting into my touch.A mistake, she’d called it.The very word churned in my chest like a twisted blade. If it was such a mistake, why couldn’t I stop thinking about her? Why couldn’t I get her out of my head?I tipped the glass to my lips, draining it in one go. The alcohol barely numbed the ache. I’d tried everything to distract myself this past week—work, late nights, even moving her office to another floor. I thought space would give me clarity, would make her absence easier to bear.It hadn’t.I wanted her.Not just in the fleeting, surface way I’d wanted women before. This was different. It was consuming. Primal. The things I wanted to do to her… God, they were filthy.I closed
Elliot⁰She lay beneath me, her body warm and soft against mine, her breaths still uneven from the storm we’d just weathered together. Her hair was a wild mess against the cushions, her skin flushed and glowing in the dim light of my living room.But I couldn’t look away from her lips—swollen and glistening, slightly parted as she caught her breath.I wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot.My body was still taut with need, the evidence of my desire pressing against her thigh, making it impossible to ignore.As if sensing my thoughts, her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. There was something in her gaze—something raw and unguarded that made my chest tighten.But I didn’t let myself linger on it. Not now.Instead, I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened, growing more urgent with each passing second.Her soft moan as I kissed her sent a shiver down my spine, spurring me on.I trailed my lips down her jawline, my stubble grazing
Susan When I woke up, the sun's rays were sneaking through the curtains, illuminating Elliot's bedroom. My body felt heavy and… sore. Oh God. Memories of last night flashed through my mind like a steamy montage I wished I could forget but couldn’t. My cheeks burned as I turned to see him beside me, sleeping soundly with his arm draped over my waist. I bit my lip, trying not to panic, but panic was brewing anyway. What the hell did I just do? My chest tightened with embarrassment. What was worse? The fact that I had let myself lose control or that it had been with Elliot Prescott? Trying to move carefully, I slipped out of his grasp, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and tiptoed to the bathroom. After splashing cold water on my face, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. "What are you doing, Susan?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. "This is dangerous. This man could ruin you if you're not careful." I took a deep breath, trying to calm my spiraling thoughts. It wasn’t
ElliotWaking up, I instinctively reached out, expecting to find her warm presence beside me. But the bed was empty, and for a moment, I frowned. Then it all came rushing back: the way her lips trembled against mine, how her body yielded to my touch, and the fire in her eyes when she let go of every defense.I groaned, scrubbing a hand over my face. Last night was perfect, and yet, she wanted to keep it a secret.I understood her concerns—hell, I did—but I wasn’t exactly the kind of man who could simply pretend. Every time I looked at her now, all I’d see was how her back arched, how her nails dug into my skin as she whispered my name like it was her only prayer.I wasn’t built for playing it cool.Still, for Susan, I’d try. At least for now.That didn’t mean I wouldn’t remind her. Subtlety wasn’t my strong suit, but I could adapt when needed.The day at the office was long, and without her in close proximity, it was unbearable. She was still setting up in her newly customized space—a
ElliotThe storm outside rattled the windows, but the sound was nothing compared to the storm inside me. I couldn’t take my eyes off Susan as she moved around her small but cozy apartment, trying to act casual. It was a futile attempt...she was as affected as I was.Her laughter was strained when she commented on the rain. “Looks like you’re stuck here for a while, Elliot. You can’t possibly drive in this weather.”“Oh no,” I teased, leaning against the counter. “Trapped in your apartment? However will I survive?”She rolled her eyes, but I caught the faint blush creeping up her neck. She was beautiful when she was flustered...her guard slipping, revealing the vulnerability she worked so hard to hide.“I’ll make coffee,” she mumbled, avoiding my gaze as she busied herself in the kitchen.But I couldn’t just stand there and let her deflect. I stepped closer, invading her space, until I was just behind her. Her hand faltered as she reached for the coffee jar, and I could hear her breath
ElliotThe second she whispered yes again, something inside me snapped.I crashed my lips against hers, pushing her back against the car as my hands roamed her body. I could feel her trembling under my touch, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as she clung to my shirt.I wanted her.Here. Now.I didn’t care that we were outside her building. The need to feel her, to claim her, was overpowering.But then she broke the kiss, gasping, her pupils blown wide with desire. “Elliot...inside.”That was all I needed.I grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the entrance, fumbling for the keys she hastily pulled from her purse. The second the door swung open, I kicked it shut behind us, spun her around, and pinned her against the wall.Susan let out a small gasp, but her eyes gleamed with anticipation. I kissed her hungrily, my hands roaming beneath her dress, feeling the heat of her skin.“God, I missed you,” I murmured against her lips, my voice husky.She shivered. “Then sho
Susan I had no idea why I agreed to this dinner. Maybe it was Elliot’s insistence, or maybe it was my own need to prove I wasn’t afraid of his mother. Either way, I found myself seated across from Mrs. Prescott in an exclusive restaurant, the air thick with tension. She was as intimidating as I remembered...poised, elegant, and utterly unreadable. The kind of woman who could tear someone apart with a single glance. And right now, all that cold, assessing energy was focused on me. The waiter had just poured our wine when she finally broke the silence. “I appreciate you agreeing to meet with me, Susan,” she said, though her tone held no warmth. “Of course,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. “Elliot told me you wanted to talk.” She took a sip of her wine before setting the glass down with precision. “Yes, I did. I wanted to meet the woman who has suddenly reappeared in my son’s life after all these years.” I stiffened at the way she said it. Like I had plotted my way back into E
Elliot’s Perspective – My Mother Wants to Meet Susan I should have expected this. The moment my mother pursed her lips at dinner, I knew she wouldn’t let it go. She wasn’t the type to accept something just because I said so—especially not when it came to my love life. So when she called me into her private study the next morning, I already knew where the conversation was headed. I shut the heavy mahogany door behind me and crossed my arms. “What is it, Mother?” She was seated on her pristine white couch, legs crossed, a cup of tea in her manicured hands. Her posture was regal, as always. Cold. Calculating. “I want to meet her,” she said without preamble. I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my hair. “No.” Her brows lifted. “No?” “You heard me,” I said. “Susan doesn’t need to be subjected to one of your tests.” She sighed, setting down her teacup. “Elliot, don’t be ridiculous. She’s about to marry into this family. It’s only natural that I meet her.” “No, what’s natural
SusanI stirred my coffee absentmindedly, watching the frothy swirl dissolve into the dark liquid. Across from me, Meera was busy scrolling through her phone, but I knew she was waiting. She always knew when I had something big to say.And this? This was huge.I took a deep breath and blurted it out. “Elliot asked me to marry him.”Meera’s fingers froze mid-scroll. Slowly, she lifted her head, her eyes widening in shock. “Excuse me?”I pursed my lips, gripping my cup like it was the only thing keeping me from spiraling. “Yeah. You heard me.”She blinked. Then blinked again. And then... “Oh my God.”I braced myself as she leaned forward, practically vibrating with excitement. “Tell me everything. When? Where? How? And why the hell are you not wearing a ring yet?”I groaned, running a hand through my hair. “It happened last night… after we… you know.”“Oh-ho,” she smirked, wiggling her brows. “After a little ‘I can’t keep my hands off you’ session? That man is dangerous.”I rolled my ey
Susan The second I shut the door, I barely had time to breathe before Elliot was on me. His lips crashed against mine, urgent and demanding, as if he had been starving for this moment just as much as I had. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me so close I could feel every hard inch of him pressing against me.A soft whimper escaped my lips when his fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back to deepen the kiss. His tongue swept inside my mouth, teasing and claiming, and I melted against him, my body betraying me with how desperately I needed him.He groaned into my mouth. "You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.I gasped as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as if it were second nature. My fingers dug into his shoulders, my lips trailing down his jaw, nipping at his skin as he carried me toward the couch. But before we could reach it, he turned, pressing me against the wall instead, his body caging
ElliotThe storm outside rattled the windows, but the sound was nothing compared to the storm inside me. I couldn’t take my eyes off Susan as she moved around her small but cozy apartment, trying to act casual. It was a futile attempt...she was as affected as I was.Her laughter was strained when she commented on the rain. “Looks like you’re stuck here for a while, Elliot. You can’t possibly drive in this weather.”“Oh no,” I teased, leaning against the counter. “Trapped in your apartment? However will I survive?”She rolled her eyes, but I caught the faint blush creeping up her neck. She was beautiful when she was flustered...her guard slipping, revealing the vulnerability she worked so hard to hide.“I’ll make coffee,” she mumbled, avoiding my gaze as she busied herself in the kitchen.But I couldn’t just stand there and let her deflect. I stepped closer, invading her space, until I was just behind her. Her hand faltered as she reached for the coffee jar, and I could hear her breath
ElliotWaking up, I instinctively reached out, expecting to find her warm presence beside me. But the bed was empty, and for a moment, I frowned. Then it all came rushing back: the way her lips trembled against mine, how her body yielded to my touch, and the fire in her eyes when she let go of every defense.I groaned, scrubbing a hand over my face. Last night was perfect, and yet, she wanted to keep it a secret.I understood her concerns—hell, I did—but I wasn’t exactly the kind of man who could simply pretend. Every time I looked at her now, all I’d see was how her back arched, how her nails dug into my skin as she whispered my name like it was her only prayer.I wasn’t built for playing it cool.Still, for Susan, I’d try. At least for now.That didn’t mean I wouldn’t remind her. Subtlety wasn’t my strong suit, but I could adapt when needed.The day at the office was long, and without her in close proximity, it was unbearable. She was still setting up in her newly customized space—a
Susan When I woke up, the sun's rays were sneaking through the curtains, illuminating Elliot's bedroom. My body felt heavy and… sore. Oh God. Memories of last night flashed through my mind like a steamy montage I wished I could forget but couldn’t. My cheeks burned as I turned to see him beside me, sleeping soundly with his arm draped over my waist. I bit my lip, trying not to panic, but panic was brewing anyway. What the hell did I just do? My chest tightened with embarrassment. What was worse? The fact that I had let myself lose control or that it had been with Elliot Prescott? Trying to move carefully, I slipped out of his grasp, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and tiptoed to the bathroom. After splashing cold water on my face, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. "What are you doing, Susan?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. "This is dangerous. This man could ruin you if you're not careful." I took a deep breath, trying to calm my spiraling thoughts. It wasn’t
Elliot⁰She lay beneath me, her body warm and soft against mine, her breaths still uneven from the storm we’d just weathered together. Her hair was a wild mess against the cushions, her skin flushed and glowing in the dim light of my living room.But I couldn’t look away from her lips—swollen and glistening, slightly parted as she caught her breath.I wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot.My body was still taut with need, the evidence of my desire pressing against her thigh, making it impossible to ignore.As if sensing my thoughts, her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. There was something in her gaze—something raw and unguarded that made my chest tighten.But I didn’t let myself linger on it. Not now.Instead, I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened, growing more urgent with each passing second.Her soft moan as I kissed her sent a shiver down my spine, spurring me on.I trailed my lips down her jawline, my stubble grazing