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
Caspian's POVI can see Desiree thinking, probably wondering what the hell all this is about. And honestly, as I sit here at this desk, staring down at her—the flame of my life—I’m questioning everything myself. What the hell am I doing? Is this really a good idea? Would marrying her solve anything? Is my proposal for the good of the cause or for the good of my cock?“Caspian,” Desiree says, her sexy green eyes locked on mine, “why do I have this feeling that whatever you're proposing is a bad idea?”Well… There are moments when I think I should just let this go, let things play out on their own. After all, Mabel only has wild ideas, ridiculous schemes that shouldn’t even matter. But then there’s this burning instinct inside me—a father’s instinct—that refuses to let my son be played like a puppet by that manipulative woman. Mike deserves better. He needs to be freed from her toxic grip. And the best way to make that happen is to stir up enough chaos that it forces him to see the tru
We’re in my private elevator heading down to the basement, and all I can think about is Desiree. Her scent fills the small space, tempting me in ways that should be illegal. I don’t know the magic that comes with elevators, but being in such a tiny space with Desiree makes me want to kiss her.“Where are we going exactly?” she asks.“The basement,” I reply.From my side vision, I can see her rolling her eyes.“I know we're going to the basement, Caspian. I mean, where are we heading to from the basement?”“The streets.”She smiles and shakes her head. “I thought I was the joker around here. Yet here you are, outperforming me.”“I guess you're rubbing off on me, Desiree.”“Am I?” Her voice drops a little, playful, making it even harder to ignore how much she’s getting to me.“Maybe more than you realize,” I say.I sense her getting closer before I even see her move. The hairs on my arm stand up, and my pulse picks up speed. Then I feel it—her lips brushing softly against my ear. What i
“Desiree,” I say, pulling away just enough to catch my breath. Her lips are still so close, waiting to grab mine again at any second. “What are you doing?”She arches an eyebrow, all innocence and mischief wrapped in one. “Kissing you.”“Are you trying to seduce me?”A sly smile tugs at the corners of her lips. “I think I’ve already seduced you, Caspian.”She’s not wrong. Everything in me—every nerve, every ounce of restraint—is leaning in her direction. I want her. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want Desiree. There’s a daring glint in her eyes, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me and loves every minute of it. I’m usually the one in control, the one who calls the shots, but with Desiree, it’s like my control has taken a break.“Well, I’ll give you this,” I say, my voice rougher than I intended. “You’re good at it.”“Good?” She leans in, her breath warm against my cheek as she whispers, “I’m just getting started.”Fuck me. There it is—the line I didn't want to cross. O
For a brief moment, neither of us speaks. Our eyes meet in shared surprise. Outside, I can hear muffled voices, quick and urgent, as the driver exchanges words with my security team. “What the hell was that?” Desiree asks.“I’m not sure,” I reply, all traces of flirtation gone. My instincts sharpen, the protective side of me kicking in. I don’t like surprises, especially not when I’m with her. “Stay here.” She narrows her eyes. “What do you think you’re doing, Caspian?”“Making sure everything’s fine.” I reach for the door handle, but she grabs my arm, her grip firm.“Oh no, you don’t,” she says. “You’re not leaving me alone in this car like some damsel in distress.”I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips. “You think you can handle what’s out there, Desiree?”“I think I can handle you, and that’s scarier than anything waiting outside.”She’s serious, and I can see the determination in her eyes.“Fine,” I relent, though I don’t like the idea of her stepping into uncertainty. “B
Desiree's POVI think someone needs to pinch me. Because this is a dream. It has to be a dream. Yesterday, I was just an ordinary girl, doing ordinary things and barely scraping by. Today, I’m cashing million-dollar checks, riding with a billionaire's entourage, saying yes to a contract marriage, and casually picking out wedding rings at Tiffany & Co. Who am I?Caspian’s hand rests on the small of my back as we enter, his guards moving into formation around us, like we’re royalty or something. “Good day, Mr. Hart,” a short, impeccably dressed man greets us with a smile, bowing slightly, as if he’s been waiting all day just for this. “Right this way, please.” He doesn’t hesitate; he already knows where to lead us. I blink, trying to make sense of it. I’ve been by Caspian’s side since he proposed. Not once did I see him make a call, send a text, or give any instructions. So how is everyone doing exactly what he wants them to do without instructions?Wait…“Caspian,” I say, “did you s