Chapter 54

Kelvin's POV

Seated in my office, I reviewed the latest financial reports, the numbers aligning perfectly with my expectations. Business was thriving, but my mind wasn’t on profits today.

A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in.”

Dylan stepped inside. “Sir, I thought you should know. Mrs. Aldoracco has ordered an investigation into her stepmother and stepsister.”

I raised a brow in surprise, setting my pen down. “Laura did?”

“Yes, sir.” Dylan nodded. “She instructed her assistant to gather a full report on their whereabouts, activities, and associations. She wants everything.”

For a moment, I leaned back in my chair, considering. My little wife had finally decided to bite back. Interesting.

A slow smirk played at my lips as I turned my gaze back to Dylan. “Approve it. Without question.”

Dylan didn’t hesitate. “Understood.”

He turned to leave, but I stopped him with a flick of my hand. “And Dylan?”

He paused, waiting for my next instruction.

“Make sure she gets everything she wants. No restrictions. If she asks for more, double the effort.”

His lips twitched slightly, understanding the unspoken message. “Of course, sir.”

With that, he exited, leaving me alone once more.

I exhaled softly, drumming my fingers against the desk, my thoughts swirling with intrigue.

So, my little kitten had sharpened her claws.

A low chuckle escaped me as I leaned back in my chair. “I wonder what you’re planning, Laura.”

Whatever it was, I was going to enjoy watching it unfold.

My phone buzzed on the desk, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number.

There was an image in a message as I unlocked the device.

I stared at it for a long moment. Bare skin, soft curves, a clear invitation.

My jaw tightened.

It wasn’t the first time a woman had sent me something like this. But tonight, I needed this to stay sane. My thoughts had been CV louder with thoughts of an almost naked woman

My fingers hovered over the screen before I typed a single response.

‘9 PM.’

I locked the phone, tossing it aside as I leaned back again.

I had never been one to sleep around mindlessly. The women who warmed my bed were handpicked, rare indulgences to satisfy my sexual urges, nothing more. No attachments, no expectations.

And yet… ever since Laura arrived, the game had changed.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. My urges had only worsened, yet I hadn’t touched a single woman since she became mine.

It wasn't because I lacked options. I had women of all races and sizes throw themselves at me. But none of them felt… like her.

I ran a hand over my jaw, exhaling slowly.

She had clawed her way into my thoughts, into my skin. Every night, I told myself I wouldn’t think about her. I failed.

A bitter chuckle escaped me.

How fucking ironic that I had turned her down when she approached me.

I had to keep some sort of distance between us to maintain my control. I made a point not to summon her to my office, when all I wanted to do was fuck her till she collapsed against my office desk.

Maybe my father was right. She is dangerous.

“Sir, The Missus…” Dylan started to remind me as we left for home after the close of work. I remained silent, not acknowledging him.

I had forced her to come with me to work. She'd prefer to be alone and it was going to help me get rid of whatever hold she seems to have on my dickhead.

The distance was necessary. A slow torture, perhaps, but necessary nonetheless.

She was chipping away at me, and I refused to let it happen.

So, I let her leave on her own, pretending I didn’t notice the way she glanced my way before slipping into the waiting car.

“Fuck.” I cussed out, glancing at my now bricked cock. Just a glance from her got me all messed up. The tension in my body remained as I arrived home.

I walked into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me, only to be met with the soft press of lips against mine.

Slender hands roamed my chest, a teasing tongue trailing against my jaw. A warm body, eager and desperate.

My response was instant.

I shoved her off me.

She stumbled back, breathless, confusion flashing in her heavily made-up eyes.

I reached for the bedside table, grabbing what I needed before tossing it toward her.

A sleek, dark wig.

“Put it on,” I ordered, my voice like steel.

She blinked, hesitant. “What—”

I leveled her with a look, sharp and unforgiving.

“Put. It. On.”

She swallowed hard, fingers shaking as she picked it up.

A shadow of irritation curled in my chest as I watched her hesitate.

With trembling fingers, she secured the wig in place, long, dark strands falling past her shoulders. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close.

I leaned back against the dresser, arms crossed, scrutinizing her. The hair was similar, but that was where the resemblance ended. Her eyes weren’t Laura’s, nor was the shape of her lips.

A bitter scoff left me.

It wouldn’t work. This was pathetic.

My jaw tightened as frustration coiled inside me. I needed to purge the wildfire Laura had ignited within me.

I pushed off the dresser, stepping closer. She tensed but didn’t move away. I gripped her chin, tilting her face up, searching for something that would make this easier.

Disgust rippled through me, though I wasn’t sure if it was directed at her or myself.

“You can go,” I muttered, releasing her.

She blinked in confusion. “What?”

“Leave.” My tone was clipped, final. “I won’t repeat myself.”

She faltered for a moment before nodding quickly, gathering her things. The door shut softly behind her, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of my own making.

I exhaled sharply, raking a hand through my hair.