SusanThe ocean breeze filtered through the open balcony doors, sweeping across the sheer curtains and carrying the scent of salt and sun-warmed skin. I stood at the edge, wearing nothing but Elliot’s oversized white shirt, the fabric brushing against my bare thighs. The view stretched endlessly before me...crystal blue water meeting a sky so perfect it felt unreal.But my attention wasn’t on the breathtaking scenery. It was on him.Elliot reclined on the massive bed behind me, shirtless, his sculpted torso catching the golden afternoon light. His dark eyes followed my every move, hunger simmering beneath the surface, waiting for the moment I'd turn around and give in to him again.It had been like this since we left everything behind.Days blurred into nights, consumed by pleasure. Our new reality was an endless playground of indulgence...no meetings, no deadlines, no disapproving glances from his mother. Just us. And the luxury of time to explore every inch of each other’s bodies in
The world outside ceased to exist. Here, in this sun-drenched villa, nothing mattered but the man lying beside me—Elliot Prescott. His bare skin was warm against mine, his steady breath fanning over my shoulder as he trailed his fingers lazily along my spine. I stretched beneath the sheets, my body still thrumming from the pleasure he’d given me moments ago. The air smelled of salt, sex, and him—a scent that had become intoxicatingly familiar. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me closer until my back was flush against his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was husky, still thick with sleep and satisfaction. I smirked. “Nowhere.” He hummed in approval, pressing a lazy kiss to my shoulder. “Good.” We had nowhere to be. No responsibilities. No work emails, no board meetings, no deadlines. Just this—us tangled in white sheets, indulging in every wicked fantasy we had ever suppressed. His hand slid lower, teasing the curve of my hip. I shivered. “Elliot…”
Elliot The air was thick with heat, the scent of her...our desire...filled everywhere. The city lights outside flickered through the curtains, painting golden streaks across her bare skin.Susan lay beneath me, panting, writhing, and waiting.She was a masterpiece...a fucking temptation I could never resist.I traced my fingers down her stomach, feeling the way her muscles clenched at my touch. She was so sensitive, so responsive, so perfect. And she knew exactly what she did to me.Her lips parted as I kissed a slow, burning path down her throat, across her collarbone, down...down.She gasped, her back arching, her legs trembling as I took my time, teasing, tasting, and torturing her with pleasure.“Elliot,” she whimpered, fingers digging into the sheets.I exhaled against her skin, loving the way she shivered. “Say it again.”Her breath hitched. “Elliot...”I didn’t let her finish.I flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up until she was exactly where I wanted her. A delic
Elliot I should’ve known peace wouldn’t last. For weeks, I had pushed aside every thought of the company, every reminder of the life I left behind. With Susan by my side, I’d convinced myself that we were untouchable and free from the outside world. But the past had a way of catching up. I stood in our penthouse living room, gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. The screen was flooded with notifications...calls from Gerald, unread messages from former board members, headlines flashing in bold capital letters: "PRESCOTT CORPORATION FACES CRISIS: FINANCIAL IRREGULARITIES, CEO MISSING IN ACTION." Another headline followed. "ELLIOT PRESCOTT ABANDONS COMPANY AMID CONTROVERSY—CAN THE FAMILY DYNASTY SURVIVE?" My jaw clenched. They made it sound like I had disappeared, like I had run away and left the company to burn. As if my departure wasn’t my own damn choice. I knew Gerald well enough to understand that a scandal of this magnitude wouldn’t have made headlines un
Elliot I knew Gerald was ruthless, but even I underestimated how far he’d go to get what he wanted. The moment I walked into his office, I could feel the weight of his agenda pressing down on me. The atmosphere was thick with tension, the kind that comes before an earthquake...silent, still, but deadly. Susan sat stiffly in one of the leather chairs, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her posture screamed discomfort, but she kept her chin high, refusing to show weakness. Gerald stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, the city skyline stretching endlessly behind him. He turned slowly, hands in his pockets, and gave me a smug, annoying smile. “You’re finally here,” he said smoothly. “I take it you’ve heard about the situation.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he strode over to his desk, picked up a file, and tossed it in my direction. “Take a look,” he said. I glanced down. Front-page headlines. Scandals. Speculation. Rumors that the company was in turmoil because of my
Susan The ride home was suffocating. Elliot’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white from the pressure. He hadn’t spoken a word since we stormed out of Gerald’s office, and the silence between us was deafening. I stole a glance at him...his jaw was clenched, his brows furrowed in deep frustration. He was mad. Mad at Gerald, mad at the situation. Mad at me. But I was mad too. I crossed my arms, staring out the window as the city lights blurred past. My mind was spinning with a mix of emotions I couldn’t contain anymore. The moment he pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine, I unbuckled my seatbelt and turned to him sharply. “Why did you do that?” Elliot exhaled through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face before looking at me. “Do what?” “You didn’t even listen.” My voice wavered with frustration. “You just shut it down.” He turned fully in his seat, his piercing eyes locking onto mine. “Because it was bullshit, Susan. Gerald is using you. He’s
Elliot The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, but I barely felt it. I wasn’t the type to drink when I was angry, but tonight? Tonight was different. Susan’s words still echoed in my head, cutting deeper than I wanted to admit. "Maybe for once, you should consider what I need too." She thought I was being selfish. That I didn’t understand what it felt like to want something so badly, to fight for it, to sacrifice for it. But what she didn’t see...what she refused to see...was that I was already sacrificing everything for her. And I’d do it a thousand times over. The living room was dim, the only light coming from the city skyline was through the windows. I had left the bottle of whiskey on the coffee table, the amber liquid swirling in the glass I gripped in my hand. I leaned back against the couch, my head tilting against the cushion, my mind a storm of frustration, love, and raw, aching need. The sound of the bedroom door opening made my muscles tense. Footsteps,
Elliot By the time the sun rose, I knew exactly what I needed to do. Susan was still asleep, her body tangled in the sheets, her breathing soft and steady. The night had been raw, and intense...a collision of emotions and desire that left no room for doubt. She loved me. I loved her. And I was done letting anyone question that. I slipped out of bed carefully, grabbing my phone as I stepped onto the balcony. The city stretched before me, but my focus was sharp...on one goal, one decision that would change everything. I dialed the number. Gerald answered on the second ring. “Mr Prescott.” His tone was clipped, unreadable. “I assume you’ve thought things through.” I exhaled slowly. “I’m holding a press conference.” There was a beat of silence. Then, “I see. So you’ve come to your senses.” I almost laughed. “Not in the way you think.” “Enlighten me.” I leaned against the railing, my grip tightening around the phone. “I’m not doing this on your terms, Gerald. I’m not using my
SusanThe warmth of Elliot’s body anchored me in place, his arm draped over my waist like he had no intention of letting me go. His breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek.I blinked against the soft golden light streaming through the curtains, my body still aching in the best way possible from the night before.I should get up.But for once, I didn’t want to move.Not when Elliot’s fingers were lazily tracing patterns along my spine. Not when the scent of him...warm, musky, familiar...wrapped around me like a cocoon.I shifted slightly, but the moment I did, his grip tightened, pulling me back against him.“Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was thick with sleep, rasping against my ear.I smiled, tilting my head back to meet his gaze. His dark hair was a tousled mess, his jaw dusted with stubble, and his eyes...still heavy with sleep...watched me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world.“I need to get up,” I murmured.“No, yo
ElliotI used to believe I was a patient man. That no matter how chaotic life became, I could handle it with control and precision.But Susan was testing me in ways I never imagined.I sat at the dining table, fingers tapping rhythmically against the wooden surface. The clock on the wall mocked me—11:47 PM.She was late, again.Dinner had gone cold an hour ago, and the bottle of whiskey I’d sworn I wouldn’t touch was now half-empty.The moment I heard the front door click open, I tensed. Her footsteps slow. Then, the sight of her...exhausted, her hair slightly messy, dressed in a sleek business suit that reminded me just how deep she had buried herself in that damn foundation.She barely glanced my way as she set her purse down, stretching her neck. “You’re still up?”I let out a slow exhale. “No, Susan. I’m sleepwalking.”Her lips pressed together, and I knew I’d hit a nerve. But I didn’t care.“I had a long day, Elliot.” She rubbed her temples, sighing. “Please don’t start.”I pushe
Susan I barely had time to think before Elliot’s lips crashed into mine.It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t patient.It was raw.Like a man who had been starving for too long. Like someone at their breaking point.I gasped against his mouth, but he didn’t let me pull away. His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging in as if to remind me exactly who I belonged to.I had pushed him away for weeks.Tonight, he wasn’t letting me run.His lips traveled down my jaw, hot and demanding, his breath ragged against my skin. My knees threatened to buckle when his teeth scraped the sensitive spot just beneath my ear."Tell me you missed me," he growled.I shuddered, clutching his shoulders. "Elliot..."His grip tightened. "Say it."I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering. "I missed you."A low curse left his lips before he lifted me effortlessly, carrying me toward the bedroom. My arms wrapped around his neck, and my body molded against his as he kicked the door shut behind us.I barely had time to process
Elliot I woke up alone again.The other side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch. I ran a hand through my hair, irritation already simmering beneath my skin. This had become a pattern...Susan leaving at dawn before I even got the chance to hold her, to talk to her, to feel like we were still us.I sat up and reached for my phone.No messages. No missed calls. Nothing.With a sigh, I tossed the device onto the nightstand and stared at the ceiling.She had promised this wouldn't happen. That her new position at the foundation wouldn’t consume her, that she wouldn’t lose herself in proving a point to my mother.Yet, here I was. Alone. Again.My patience was wearing thin.I climbed out of bed, threw on some sweatpants, and headed to the kitchen, where I found Gerald waiting for me. He was standing by the counter, sipping coffee, his expression unreadable."You look like hell," he noted dryly."Good morning to you too, Gerald," I muttered, grabbing a mug and pouring myself
ElliotThe first time Susan missed dinner, I let it slide.She texted me last minute, saying she was caught up at work, something about an urgent report she needed to finalize before the morning. I replied with a simple Okay, don’t stay too late.But then it happened again. And again.At first, I told myself she was just adjusting to the new job. She wanted to prove herself, show that she was more than just the CEO’s girlfriend playing charity director. And I admired that about her.But admiration turned into irritation real quick.By the fourth night in a row of her coming home past eleven, barely speaking two words before collapsing in bed, I was done being understanding.Tonight, I didn’t bother preparing dinner. What was the point? I sat in the dimly lit living room, glass of whiskey in my hand, staring at the front door like a damn abandoned husband waiting for his wife to return from war.The sound of the key turning in the lock made my jaw clench. The door creaked open, and the
Susan I took a deep breath as I stepped into the headquarters of the Prescott Foundation. The towering glass doors reflected the morning sun, casting a golden glow over the entrance. This was my new beginning, but not in the way Mrs. Prescott had envisioned.The receptionist, a woman in her late thirties with sharp eyes behind black-rimmed glasses, looked up at me and stiffened slightly. "Good morning, Ms. Hart," she said, her voice polite but laced with curiosity.It was clear...everyone here knew who I was. Not as Susan Hart, the new employee. But as her. The woman Elliot Prescott was involved with. The one who had seemingly walked into this job with privilege wrapped around her like a designer coat.I straightened my shoulders, let them think what they wanted. I would prove them wrong."I'm here for my first day," I said with a calm smile.Her eyebrows lifted ever so slightly, but she nodded and picked up her phone. "Mr. Castillo will be with you shortly."I knew of Mr. Castillo..
Susan The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a soft glow across Meera’s apartment. I blinked awake, the events of last night crashing down like a tidal wave. My head throbbed, not from the wine but from the weight of my choices.I had betrayed Elliot’s trust.And worse...I had done it knowing exactly how much it would hurt him.I turned on my side, expecting Meera to still be asleep, but she was already sitting up against the headboard, scrolling through her phone.“Morning, traitor.” She didn’t even look up as she spoke, but the sarcasm was thick in her tone.I groaned, burying my face into the pillow. “I don’t need the judgment this early.”“Well, too bad,” she snapped, tossing her phone onto the bed. “Elliot called me twice.”That got my attention. I shot up, my heart beating rapidly. “What?”“And texted,” she added, handing me her phone.I hesitated before reading.Elliot Prescott: Where is she?Elliot Prescott: She’s not at the penthouse. If she’s with you, tell
Susan I walked out of Elliot’s office without looking back.I could still hear his voice...sharp, cutting, and desperate...“Don’t do this, Susan.” But I had to.Because in the end, love wasn’t enough.Not when his mother still saw me as an outsider. Not when the world still whispered about how I wasn’t good enough for Elliot Prescott. Not when, no matter how much I tried to prove myself, I still felt like I was fighting a battle I was destined to lose.And if signing my name on a damn contract was the price for being accepted into his family, for securing a future where his mother wouldn’t look at me like I was nothing, then so be it.I ignored the sting in my chest and walked down the halls of Prescott Enterprises with quiet determination. My heels clicked against the marble floors, my heart pounding with every step toward the woman who had made me feel small for so long.Mrs. Prescott was waiting for me.She sat behind a grand mahogany desk, poised and elegant, a picture of unshaka
Susan The message stared back at me like a challenge. Eleanor Prescott requests your presence for lunch. One o’clock. Prescott Tower, 45th floor. I didn’t need to think twice. This wasn’t an invitation...it was a summons. Elliot’s mother had spent years pretending I didn’t exist, treating me like a temporary inconvenience that would eventually disappear. But now, after everything that had happened...the scandal, Elliot’s return, the press conference that rocked the business world...she was suddenly willing to sit down with me? I stepped out of the cab and took a deep breath before walking through the grand entrance of Prescott Tower. The lobby was pristine, with marble floors and golden accents, exuding the kind of wealth that was meant to intimidate people like me. But I wouldn’t be intimidated. The elevator ride to the 45th floor felt both too long and too short. When the doors slid open, I was met with an airy, sunlit dining area. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the city