“Thank you for calling Rose’s Bane, your home of guaranteed satisfaction. You’re speaking to Mwahlicious J. How may I assist you today?”Well, no one can fault Rose’s Bane for their customer service skills. It’s top-notch. I can feel myself relaxing already.“Hi, Mwahlicious J. I’m calling to book an appointment,” I say.“Absolutely, I’d be delighted to help you with that,” she responds. I can hear her clicking away at her keyboard. “Can I have your name, please?”“Caspian,” I say.“Surname, please.”No fucking way. “Is that necessary?” I ask.There’s a pause, and I can almost hear the gears turning in her head. “For our records, yes, but we can assure you of complete discretion, Mr. Caspian.”The last thing I’d want is for the media to get wind of this. My name would be splashed all over the headlines. ‘Caspian Hart, the reclusive billionaire who favors strip clubs.’ It would be a PR nightmare. I can’t even imagine the amount of calls I’d get. The rehearsals for a backup story. The p
It’s Friday, and I’m on my way to Rose’s Bane.Despite my security detail insisting they accompany me, I refused. I don’t want to draw unnecessary attention to myself. It’s risky, I know, but I have this feeling that people wouldn’t really recognize me without my usual entourage. To further conceal my identity, I’m wearing a baseball cap. I considered adding a fake mustache, but that seemed excessive, even for me.True to her word, Mwahlicious J had sent everything to my email: the appointment date, time, venue, NDA, and coordinates to the secret entrance at Rose’s Bane, which I’m currently driving into.“May we have your ID card, sir?” someone says at the gate, stepping out of the shadows.I hand the plastic card to him. He examines it briefly, then nods and returns it to me.“Welcome, Mr. Hart,” he says, pressing a button to open the gate. “Enjoy your evening.”I drive through, following the discreet signs that lead to the VIP parking area. Once I park, I take a moment to collect my
I remember thinking Desiree's hair is beautiful when dry—wild, curly, and full of life. But now, with her hair wet and clinging to her face, it looks even more mesmerizing. It’s as if the wet strands are accentuating her features, creating a look so stunning I can hardly find the right words to describe it.The music ends.“Alexa, now play ‘Streets’ by Doja Cat,” Desiree says.As the soft music pours out of the speakers, Desiree takes off her clothes. The more she strips, the closer she walks to where I’m sitting. Each item is tossed carelessly to the ground—first her gown, then her necklace, followed by her earrings. Her shoes drop with a soft thud, and soon after, her bra and panties join the pile. With each step closer, the air between us thickens. Her movements are growing more intimate, more daring.Finally, she’s standing right in front of me, completely naked.I think I’ve forgotten how to breathe.“Can I cuff you?” she asks.I blink, confused. “Cuff me? As in handcuffs?”“Yes
Desiree's POV I think my ears are faulty. Did I just hear Caspian Hart—the CEO of CypherEdge Dynamics—ask me to marry him? “What?” I say, still in disbelief. My heart races, and I can hardly process the words that just left his lips. “Marry me,” he repeats. There’s an intensity in his eyes that tells me he’s completely serious. “But… why?” I stammer. “I know this isn’t how you imagined your first marriage proposal, but I’m dead serious, Desiree. I want to marry you.” I don’t know what to say. We’re still face to face with each other, and his lips—now swollen from kisses—are a few inches away from mine. I remember how they tasted, like coffee. They were so soft and properly moisturized, unlike the typical texture of men’s lips. If I want to think clearly, I have to put enough distance between myself and Caspian. Right now, he’s very distracting. “Caspian,” I say. I'm at a loss for words. What can I even say? I admit that a marriage proposal is not usually the first thing
I'm stunned. He doesn't look angry or disgusted. If anything, he seems...understanding. Compassionate, even."You knew, and you still came?" I whisper, barely able to process it.“It doesn’t make me want you any less, Desiree,” he says. “At first, I admit that the news surprised me. It’s not every day I hear that Mike’s ex is using me to get back at him. What was that word your uncle said again? Yes, collateral damage.”Uh, Uncle Bruno. I knew he’d out me. “Collateral damage?” I ask.“That’s what he said. That you’re a good girl and I shouldn't take it out on you.”That man always has my back.“Are you going to listen to him? Do you think I’m a good girl?”Caspian's look is intense, and he isn’t smiling. “You’re not a good girl, Desiree. But I like that. I like that very much. You came to me fully armed with seduction, and as of this moment, I confess that I’m heavily seduced. I wasn’t kidding when I promised you a blank check.”He pulls out a checkbook and a pen.“Caspian—”“Name you
New York; the city that never sleeps. Yellow cabs are weaving past me as I stand close to a marked crosswalk, waiting for the pedestrian signal to turn green. As soon as the signal changes, I dart into the crosswalk. Suddenly, a car screeches to a halt, its tires screaming against the asphalt, stopping just inches from me. I freeze in place. “Watch where you’re going, idiot!” the driver yells, his face turning red with anger as he leans out of the window. I flip him off without thinking. “Maybe you should learn how to drive, jerk!” I shout back. Typical New Yorkers and their lousy driving skills. The traffic light clearly told him to stop, yet I’m the one getting yelled at for following the rules? Unbelievable. But I shake it off. I don’t want anything to spoil my mood. Not when I’m this close to seeing Caspian again. I stand in front of the skyscraper that bears Caspian's company's name—CypherEdge Dynamics—Caspian’s pride and joy. I walk into the building, my he
I blush as I remember the night at Rose’s Bane. The stares. The moans. The heat. The shared orgasms. And Caspian is looking at me the same way he looked at me that night, and I blush even harder. I can't believe this. What am I now? A schoolgirl? I try to relax, but it’s hard when he’s staring like that—like he can see straight through me, right into my soul. He walks towards me, his movements controlled. “I trust the trip here wasn’t too much trouble?” His face is hard to read. “No, not at all,” I say, swallowing hard. “Just the usual New York chaos.” He nods. “And the bank?” “The bank?” “Did you or did you not cash the check?” Of course, I knew he'd bring that up. By some powerful means—probably through his private investigator—Caspian got hold of my mobile number. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes this morning was a text from him: 'Cash the check.' I looked up the number on Truecaller, and sure enough, it's Caspian's. His personal mobile number. I rolled my
Fuck. My. Life.Caspian's going to ruin me. And he's not done talking.“I want you, Desiree. I want to kiss you, to do things that’d be impossible to describe. I tell myself it’s foolish—ridiculous even—to imagine all this with you, especially when you’re so much younger than me. Sometimes, when I’m away from you, I swear I’ve convinced myself to get over these silly emotions. But all it takes is just one look, one fucking look, and I’m back to square one. Your hair…” He's looking at my hair now, pulling and wrapping some strands around his index finger. “The flame of my life. Has anyone ever told you how dangerously seductive it is?” I swallow hard. I’ve been complimented on my hair more times than I can count, but this—this is different. When others say it, I see it as an expression of fact. But with Caspian, it's a full-blown attack on my senses, a temptation I’m powerless to resist. His words don’t just linger—they penetrate, sinking deep into my very being. No one else has ever