Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "Enough of this nonsense," he said abruptly, his tone firm but not unkind. He glanced at Amber, his jaw tight before letting out a sigh. "I’m sorry for snapping at you all the time."Amber blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanor."Let’s just get this over with," he continued, his voice softer now. "Follow me to the office. We’ll go through the contract one more time."Without waiting for her response, he turned and started walking, leaving Amber no choice but to follow.Ryan’s office was compact but elegant, with dark wooden bookshelves meticulously lined with books. A large glass desk dominated the space, accompanied by a sleek black leather chair behind it and two smaller chairs in front. The soft glow of a modern lamp cast a warm light, contrasting with the neat stack of papers and an open laptop on the desk.Gesturing to one of the chairs, Ryan said, “Have a seat.”Amber slumped into the chair, her
Amber woke up feeling relaxed. For a moment, she didn’t know where she was, but then the events of last night came rushing back.She reached for her phone and glanced at the time—it was already 11 a.m.Amber quickly dressed and left the room in search of Ryan. The house was quiet, and when she entered the kitchen, she found a middle-aged woman unloading groceries into the refrigerator.The woman looked up, offering a kind smile. “Good morning, dear. You must be Amber.”Amber nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Good morning. Do you know where Ryan is?”“Mr. Carter left early this morning. He had to go to the office,” the woman replied, closing the fridge.Amber let out a breath. “Oh, I see. And you are...?”“Ms. Gladys,” the woman said warmly. “I look after the house for Mr. Carter. Would you like some coffee? I just made a fresh pot.”Amber hesitated but then gave a small smile. “Yes, please. Thank you.”Ms. Gladys poured a cup and handed it to her before returning to h
Amber stood at the bar, her fingers lightly tracing the rim of her glass, the night unusually quiet. The dull hum of the music barely filled the air, and there were only a few scattered customers in the club, most of them lost in their own world. Megan leaned against the counter beside her, cleaning a glass with exaggerated care, clearly eyeing Amber."So, who was that guy from last night?" Megan asked with a sly grin, her curiosity barely contained. "He looked like he had more than just a passing interest."Amber’s gaze shifted slightly, avoiding Megan’s teasing look. She wasn’t one to share much about her personal life, especially not at work. "Just a friend," she said, her voice steady.Megan raised an eyebrow and let out a short laugh. "Just a friend?" she repeated, clearly amused. "Sure, Amber. That’s what they all say." She nudged Amber playfully, making her shift uncomfortably.Amber glanced at the clock, her impatience growing. "Show time," she muttered, more to herself than t
Amber walked towards Megan at the end of the night, her heels clicking against the floor. She stopped in front of her, holding out a thick envelope. Megan looked at it, then back at Amber, her expression curious.“What’s this?” Megan asked.Amber’s gaze was firm, but there was a hint of finality in her voice. “This is a goodbye gift.”Megan frowned. “A goodbye? What do you mean?”Amber took a deep breath, her eyes steady. “Tonight’s my last night here. I’m done.”Megan’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “You’re quitting?”Amber nodded, her expression calm. “Yes, it’s time to move on.”Megan glanced down at the envelope in her hand, then back up at Amber, a knowing look crossing her face. “Is this about the guy from last night? The one you were with?”Amber’s lips pressed together in a tight line before she spoke. “He offered me a job.”Megan’s concern deepened, and she stepped closer. “Amber, do you know what you're getting into? You don’t know who you're dealing with.”Amber gave a smal
Ryan was sitting at his desk, his focus shifting between the documents sprawled across it, when his phone buzzed. He picked it up swiftly, answering in his usual clipped tone.“Cole speaking,” he said.“Mr. Cole, this is Westbrook Medical Center. We’re calling to inform you that Amber Cole is here, undergoing the tests,” the voice on the other end reported.A faint, almost imperceptible smile crossed Ryan’s lips, though his voice remained cold and composed.“Thank you for informing me,” he replied. “When the results are ready, call me and send them to my email. As I’ve already emphasized, this is a priority.”“Of course, Mr. Cole,” the voice responded before the call ended.Ryan set the phone down with a soft click, leaning back in his chair. His expression was unreadable, a flicker of satisfaction in his eyes. “Smart choice, Amber,” he muttered under his breath, before diving back into his work with renewed focus.--Ryan had just stepped out of the conference room with Tom when his
Amber walked into the boutique, her heels clicking sharply against the floor. The air was crisp, and the lighting was soft, casting a glow on the racks of carefully curated clothing. It was the kind of place where women came to buy clothes for events that meant something—gala dinners, charity events, important meetings. Nothing like the stores she was used to."Welcome to The Velvet Thread!" a voice called from the back of the store. Amber turned and saw a woman approaching with an easy smile. Her red hair fell in waves, and she was curvy, confident, wearing a chic black dress that screamed sophistication. "I'm Sophia. How can I help you today?"Amber hesitated for a second. She wasn’t used to these kinds of places, and she could feel her usual confidence slipping. "Uh, yeah... I just got engaged," she said, her voice a little uncertain. "My fiancé is a businessman, and, well... I need some clothes that’ll fit his world. More... refined, I guess."Sophia raised an eyebrow but didn’t s
Amber stepped out of the sleek black car, the cool evening air brushing against her skin. Henry, Mr. Carter’s driver, efficiently retrieved her luggage from the trunk.“I’ll take these up for you,” he said, already stacking the bags onto a trolley.Amber gave him a polite nod. “Thank you.”The elevator ride to the penthouse was smooth and silent, the hum of the machinery the only sound between them. When the doors opened, Ms. Gladys was waiting at the entrance to the hallway, her posture neat and welcoming.“Miss Amber,” she greeted with a small smile. “It’s good to see you again. Mr. Carter let me know you’d be staying. Let me show you to your room.”Amber followed the older woman down the hallway, her heels clicking softly against the polished floors. Henry wheeled the trolley behind them, saying nothing as he kept pace.When they reached the guest room, Ms. Gladys opened the door and gestured for Amber to enter.“You’ll be staying here,” she said, her voice warm. “It’s the same roo
Ryan couldn't stop sneaking glances at Amber. Sitting side by side in the car, the air between them was charged with unspoken tension.In a low voice, just loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough to keep the driver oblivious, he said, "Oh, right. I forgot to give you this at home."With a subtle movement, he slid a small turquoise box toward her. Tiffany's. Her heart skipped a beat as her fingers, slightly trembling, lifted the lid. Inside was a delicate platinum band adorned with a brilliant, round-cut diamond encircled by smaller sparkling stones, radiating timeless elegance.She took it out and slid it onto her ring finger. Ryan looked at her and said,"Now the charade is complete." He spoke more to himself, as if trying to grasp the reality of it.Amber simply nodded, unable to say a word.Ryan spoke next, his voice steady. "We still haven’t discussed our story. Let’s keep it simple and clean. We met at a hotel some time ago—you worked there. We won’t mention the name to avoi
Amber avoided Ryan like the plague. It had been a week since she began finding reasons to distance herself, excuses piling up as if trying to build a fortress between them. He hadn’t said much at first, probably assuming she needed space. But tonight, as they sat across from each other at the dinner table in their large, cold house, Ryan finally snapped.“What’s going on, Amber?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence like a blade. He leaned forward, his piercing gaze locking onto hers.Amber felt her heart stutter. She hadn’t expected him to confront her so soon. She fumbled with her fork, pushing the food around her plate as if it would give her the answers she needed.“Nothing’s going on,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.“Bullshit,” Ryan countered, his tone frustrated but steady. “You’ve been avoiding me for days. You won’t even sleep in the same bed anymore. What the hell is going on?”Amber clenched her fists under the table, fighting the urge to look away.
As they entered the penthouse, the silence between them was palpable. Amber felt a knot form in her stomach, her thoughts still swirling from the gala and everything that had happened—the unexpected appearance of Jessica, the ex-fiancée, and Ryan’s tense reaction when she appeared.Amber had tried to brush it off earlier, but now, in the quiet of the penthouse, it was harder to ignore the knot of jealousy that had been steadily growing inside her. Watching Ryan’s reaction to Jessica had stung more than she expected, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more between them than Ryan was letting on.She slipped off her heels, the sound of them hitting the floor echoing through the otherwise silent apartment. Ryan stood by the door, his posture stiff, not looking at her.Amber crossed the room, unable to keep her emotions in check. “What was that back there, Ryan?” she asked, her voice tight with tension. “You acted like you were about to tear Jessica apart.”Ryan turned to fa
Amber returned to the ballroom, her head still reeling from the heated exchange in the conference room. Her body still buzzed with the electric tension of the moment she’d shared with Ryan, but now, as she made her way through the crowd, everything feltdifferent. His hand rested possessively on her waist, guiding her through the maze of guests. It wasn’t affectionate or comforting, just a firm reminder that she was there beside him, but not truly with him. They moved among the people, exchanging pleasantries and mingling, but it felt as though Ryan was miles away, both physically and emotionally. His mind wasn’t on her, it never was.Amber’s thoughts circled back to what had transpired in the conference room. “Amber, sweetheart, don’t start games you know you can’t win.” His words echoed in her mind, each syllable colder than the last. She had hoped for more between them, had allowed herself to believe that there could be something real, something beyond the cold contract that bound
Amber moaned into the kiss, melting against him as his hands moved down her back, lifting her up and pressing her against the cold, hard wall of the conference room. He ran his hands up her thigh-high stockings, feeling every inch of her silky skin. His fingertips left a trail of goosebumps on her thighs, causing her to shiver with anticipation.Ryan's tongue and lips trailed down her neck, sending chills down her spine. She gripped his shoulders tightly as he reached for the zipper on the back of her dress, lowering it in one swift motion.The black satin fabric pooled at their feet, leaving her in nothing but a matching black lace bra and panties set that accentuated her curves perfectly.Ryan's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her half-naked body, his breathing ragged. "You're so beautiful," he whispered before claiming one of her erect nipples between his lips through the lace.Amber moaned as he teased and sucked on each peak in turn, sending electric shocks s
Amber was talking to a man who couldn’t stop staring at her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in every curve of her black satin dress.Ryan was at the bar, his jaw tightening as he watched. He could feel the irritation building, deep in his chest. He didn’t want to admit it, but the jealousy was there, gnawing at him. The longer he watched, the more he hated the way the guy was looking at her. He started to regret coming to the party in the first place.He had known from the moment he saw her in that dress that the night was going to be a problem. The dress wasn’t even that daring. It was modest compared to what most of the women were wearing tonight. But it didn’t matter. It was her. The way she moved, the way she held herself—she owned the room. And he hated that she was giving all that attention to someone else.Ryan downed the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, his eyes never leaving Amber. He stood up, his movements deliberate, and walked toward her."Brady, I see you've met
Ryan stood silently at the edge of the bed, watching Amber's serene, unguarded form. Completely nude, he moved silently towards her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Gently, he pulled the sheet down, revealing her smooth skin and delicate form.His fingers trailed along her inner thigh, moving gradually closer to her center. He applied light pressure, ensuring his touch was gentle but deliberate. With each stroke, he aimed to stir her from sleep, carefully watching her reaction. He started by caressing her thighs, then moved upwards, his hand gliding over her stomach before finally reaching her slit.Amber moaned softly in her sleep as she felt the touch, her body instinctively responding. She woke up with a start, her eyes snapping open, locking onto him with a mix of surprise and something deeper, more knowing."I see you're awake now," Ryan said with a smile on his face. "I've been dying to taste you again." Before she could say anything, with the help of a sleepy Amber, Ryan t
The London skyline stretched out beyond Ryan's hotel room, a hazy blend of historical architecture and modern skyscrapers. He leaned against the glass, his phone buzzing in his hand. A message. From her. Amber.Ryan's lips curled into a smirk as he unlocked his phone, her name lighting up his screen.Amber: Do you miss me yet? Or are you too busy exploring all the pleasures London has to offer?He chuckled, feeling a surge of excitement at her bold words. His fingers hovered over the screen, debating his response before typing back.Ryan: Trust me, I have plenty of time for both. But right now, all I can think about is the way you taste and feel.Her reply was immediate, as if she had been anticipating his words.Amber: Is that so? Maybe we should put technology to good use and give each other a little preview of what's to come when we're reunited.Ryan grinned, eagerly accepting her proposition.Ryan: Oh, I'm all for that. Show me what you've got, Amber.The next message that came th
Ryan was already tired of being at the party. John Broodworth was an insufferable bootlicker. Tom and Ryan exchanged a glance, both equally fed up with hearing his endless stories. Ryan discreetly checked his watch once more.Amber was further ahead, chatting effortlessly with a group of women. As always, she excelled at small talk. Ryan couldn’t help but admire how stunning she looked in her emerald-green dress. Tonight, her hair was styled in a classic updo, and though she looked breathtaking, Ryan silently admitted to himself that he preferred her hair down.With a low grunt of irritation, he excused himself from Broodworth’s presence and made his way toward his wife. Lightly touching her arm, he said, “Amber, darling, there’s someone over there I’d really like you to meet.”Amber turned to him, nodded gracefully, and bid farewell to the women she’d been conversing with. Noticing that Ryan was leading her out of the ballroom, asked him, “Where are we going?”“You’ll see,” Ryan repl
Ryan wasn’t sure when the shift had started, but the air between him and Amber had softened in recent weeks. It wasn’t something dramatic or sudden, but subtle and steady, like the first thaw of winter giving way to spring.It was in the small things—a passing smile, the way her shoulders didn’t stiffen when he entered a room, the way her gaze lingered just a second longer than before. The house, which had once felt like a battleground, now felt... lighter.Tonight was no different. The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. Ryan stood in the kitchen, watching Amber as she pulled two mugs from the cabinet, her movements easy, unguarded. She’d offered to make coffee, a gesture so simple yet so unlike the woman she’d been when they first married.“Dark roast or decaf?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.“Dark roast,” he replied, leaning against the counter with a small smile. “You’re spoiling me tonight.”Amber smirked, pouring the freshly b