Caspian's POVMike called earlier, asking if we could talk.A million reasons ran through my mind, but none of them prepared me for what he’s saying now.“I want us to make a deal,” he says, standing stiffly near the fireplace.“A deal?” I repeat.He nods, his gaze distant. “You remember when I asked you to give Mabel a seat on the board? You flat-out refused.”“And I’m not about to change my mind,” I reply, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.Mike picks up one of the figurines from the mantel, absentmindedly turning it in his hands. He hasn’t sat down since he arrived, pacing like he’s gearing up for a fight.“I figured as much,” he says, almost to himself. “But Mabel and I have decided to take it to the shareholders.”I frown, sitting up straighter. “What does that mean?”“It means she’s putting that business degree of hers to use,” he says, finally looking at me. “She knows you’re not the only one with power in the company. So she’s taking it to the other shareholders. Letting
Mike finally sets the figurine down, and by some miracle, it doesn’t fall. “I can handle her.”I narrow my eyes at him. “You’re an idiot if you think you can handle Mabel. She’s already pulling your strings, and you don’t even realize it.”He flinches, but keeps his gaze steady. “You don’t have to make this personal, Dad.”“Oh, it’s personal now, Mike. You come here, accusing me of using Desiree, but let’s be honest—you’re the one who threw her away. You made your bed with Mabel. Now lie in it.”Mike clenches his jaw. “I’m just trying to keep things from getting worse.”“And you think sacrificing my marriage is going to fix that?” I shake my head, disgusted. “This is bigger than you and Mabel, Mike. And if you really think you can manipulate me into giving up my wife for your power-hungry spouse, then you’ve lost your mind.”His face tightens, but he doesn’t back down. “Just think about it. It’s a simple trade. Desiree for peace.”I stand up, towering over him. “I won’t be making any
A honeymoon party? I don't know what they hope to achieve with such a stunt. But they're definitely cooking up something. Because as I go through the special guests of honor list, I see the entire members of the board as well as shareholders.What the hell?My mind races as I try to piece it together. This looks like a threat. They’re not just celebrating their love—they’re making a power move. It’s more than just a party. It’s a calculated display of unity, one meant to sway the board in Mabel’s favor.I’m still staring at the screen, processing it all, when I hear Desiree’s footsteps on the stairs.“Are you done with the meeting?” she asks.“Yeah,” I reply, not looking up. “What was it about? I tried eavesdropping, but you were too far away,” she teases.I chuckle too, but it feels hollow. Instinctively, I turn around to tell her everything, to share the whole ridiculous situation. But something stops me. The words catch in my throat. How can I tell her? How do I admit that I mad
“I—” I start, but the words die in my throat. What can I say? She’s right. I didn’t consult her, didn’t consider her feelings when I made that deal with Mike. And now I’m scrambling, trying to fix something that feels like it’s already slipping out of my control.Her eyes narrow, and I can see the hurt beneath the anger. “You know, Caspian, for once I thought you were different. I thought what we had was real. But you’re just using me like everyone else. I’m just a pawn in your little game, aren’t I?”I flinch. Her words hit harder than I expected. “It’s not like that. You know it’s not.”“Do I?” she shoots back. “Because right now, it feels like I’m just another piece in your chessboard. You made a deal to divorce me without even thinking about how I’d feel, how it would affect me.”“I didn’t—” I stop, struggling to find the right words. “I didn’t mean for it to go this far. It was just… part of the plan.”“Part of the plan,” she repeats bitterly. “Everything is always part of some p
Desiree's POVCaspian's hands are on either side of my head, and his lips hover just a breath away from mine. Every inch of me wants to stay angry, to hold on to the frustration and the fight, but how can I when he’s standing so close, looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters?He just told me he loves me.And, well, I don’t know what to say.“You don’t have to say anything, Desiree,” he says softly, as if reading my mind. “I know I’ve made mistakes. Hell, I’ve probably made more than my fair share. But one thing I’m not going to mess up is us. I won’t let anyone or anything take you away from me.”I bite my lip, the weight of his words sinking in. I’m quiet for a moment, just thinking. My heart is pounding, and for a second, I wonder if he can hear it. I let out a small breath. “You always know how to sweet-talk your way out of trouble, don’t you?”He smirks. “And you’re always looking for fresh trouble to throw at me.”“Are you calling me a troublemaker?” I ask
He doesn't need to be told twice. In one swift motion, he descends onto the bed, his lips claiming mine in a passionate kiss. The intensity of our embrace leaves me breathless, and I surrender to the moment, forgetting about everything else.Suddenly, he rips my dress in half. "Jesus, Caspian," I say, surprised. "That's Chanel.""I'll buy you a thousand more.”"You better," I say, as he begins to remove the damaged dress from my body. His touch is gentle, yet firm, and I feel a sense of anticipation building within me."When have I ever not been capable?" he asks, his voice low and husky. Oh, for a moment there, I forgot I was talking to a man on Forbes' richest list.My thoughts are cut short as Caspian removes my bra and panties, his eyes never leaving mine. "You have such lovely skin," he says. "So spotless.""All thanks to you," I reply. "I can afford expensive skincare."Caspian laughs, the sound deep and rumbling. "If you think you got this from skincare, you have another thin
"Please," I whisper. "Please, Caspian."He buries his head back between my legs and continues exploring, this time so wildly like a starved animal.I feel it building, the pleasure mounting, the tension growing. And then, in an instant, it's released. A wave of pleasure crashes over me.I scream his name, my voice echoing through the room. I'm lost in the sensations, my mind clouded by pleasure.As I come down from my orgasm, I feel Caspian's lips on my skin, his tongue tracing patterns against my flesh."You were amazing," he says.He kisses me, his lips tender and passionate. As we kiss, I feel a sense of completeness, a sense of being whole.In that moment, I know that I'm exactly where I'm meant to be. With Caspian, in his arms.He pulls away and positions himself at my entrance. "Are you ready for this?" he asks."Yes," I moan, my body aching for him. "I need you to fuck me, Caspian. Now."He thrusts into me, his body slamming into mine with a force that leaves me breathless. I c
Caspian's POVDesiree has packed three large bags for the Santorini trip. As I watch her zip the last one, I can't help but raise an eyebrow.“It’s a one-week event,” I say, glancing at the mountain of luggage. “What could you possibly need to fill three bags?”She doesn't look up. She sits on the bag, trying to zip it closed. “Change of clothes,” she grunts, tugging at the zipper. “You’re always busy, Caspian. We hardly ever go anywhere together. And now, by some miracle, Mike and Mabel planned an event in fucking Santorini. Do you even know how long I’ve wanted to go there?”She's still struggling with the bag, huffing and puffing. A part of me wants to help, but there's something oddly entertaining about watching her fight with the luggage, her red hair flying everywhere, determination written all over her face. The way she bounces up and down…“You never said you wanted to go to Santorini,” I say, leaning against the doorframe, smirking a little. “We could’ve arranged that.”She f