The bass reverberated through my body, sinking into my skin like a second heartbeat. My limbs felt light, my head dizzy with a strange, electric rush.
I swayed, arms thrown over the shoulders of some faceless stranger, laughing at nothing and everything. The heat of the bodies around me was suffocating, intoxicating. My heart raced, my skin burned, and I welcomed it. Until I felt it. A gaze. Heavy. Dark. Unyielding. It cut through the flashing lights, through the haze in my mind, through the feverish daze that had consumed me. A chill that had nothing to do with the air. A weight that settled over me like a slow drag of silk against bare skin. Someone was watching me. I stilled, my heart knocking against my ribs as my gaze flickered across the room. Everything was a blur of light and motion, but then I saw them—the booths in the far corner, nestled in the shadows, off-limits yet occupied. Unlike the rest of the room, wild with laughter and sin, those seats belonged to men who didn’t need to be part of the chaos to own it. A man. No—a force. And in one of those booths… he sat. He wasn’t drinking. He wasn’t talking. He wasn’t doing anything but watching me. A mask covered half his face, sculpted black with intricate gold details, giving nothing away. But even behind it, I felt the weight of his gaze, dark and unrelenting. He was dressed in a crisp black suit, stark against the golden glow of the room. Silent. Still. As if he had all the time in the world to sit there and watch me unravel. His eyes. God. They held me captive, piercing and unreadable, a storm of quiet intensity. Not lust, not amusement—something deeper. Something... unsettling. I swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the fingers brushing against my waist, of the hands gripping my hips. They no longer felt welcome. And neither did I. I should have looked away. Should have turned my back, lost myself in the music again, drowned in the high of the night. But I couldn’t. He commanded me—without words, without a single movement. And somehow, I understood. Shakily, I pulled away from my dance partner, my body stilling as my gaze found his once more, searching, confirming. For a fleeting second, it felt like it was just us. The world blurred. The music dulled. Nothing existed but the silence stretching between us. And then—He was gone. The shadow of him. The weight of his gaze. The suffocating pull of his presence. Vanished. Leaving me standing in the middle of a room that suddenly felt too bright, too loud, too wrong. I exhaled shakily, pressing a hand to my racing heart. What the hell was that? Who the hell was that? A sudden wave of unease crashed over me. I needed to leave. Now. Spinning on my heel, I pushed through the throng of bodies, my pulse still hammering in my ears. As I made my way downstairs, my eyes caught on a shadowed corner—and there, tangled in the heat of a kiss, was Andra. My frustration flared. With a sharp yank, I pulled her away from the guy. "Oh my God!" she gasped, adjusting her dress. "I’m so sorry! I got carried away." I shot her a flat look. "Yeah, I can see that." She huffed, fixing her hair. "Relax, Jan. We were just having fun." "Well, I’m done having fun," I snapped. "We need to leave. I have a wedding tomorrow, remember?" Her lips parted like she wanted to protest, but then she sighed. "Right, right. You’re no fun." She turned back to the guy, flashing him a wink. "Next time, Donveon." I rolled my eyes, grabbing her wrist. "Let’s go." We pushed through the crowd, but even as I stepped into the cool night air, I couldn’t shake it. The feeling of him. Watching. Waiting. We drove back in silence, exhaustion weighing on us like heavy coats. Andra hummed softly to the music playing from the car’s stereo, but I barely heard it. My mind was still trapped in that moment—the gaze that had burned through me, the presence that had disappeared as swiftly as it came. The apartment was small but cozy, a blend of warmth and familiarity. String lights hung lazily across the ceiling, casting a dim golden hue over the space. The scent of vanilla and something faintly floral clung to the air—a signature from Andra’s obsession with scented candles. Plush throw pillows lay scattered across the couch, and a forgotten blanket was draped over the armrest, evidence of the many late-night N*****x binges we’d had. The moment I stepped inside, I unstrapped my heels and kicked them off without care, stretching out my aching toes. My feet screamed in relief. I made a beeline for the kitchen. The cool tiles soothed my soles as I stepped inside, flicking on the soft overhead light. The kitchen was compact, the white cabinets slightly chipped at the corners from years of use. A row of spice jars sat neatly on the counter, next to a half-empty wine bottle and an abandoned mug of coffee from this morning. Pulling open the fridge, I grabbed some milk, then reached for a box of cereal from the counter. I poured myself a bowl and took the first spoonful, the crunch filling the quiet air. "You didn’t make me a bowl too?" Andra’s whiny voice came from behind me. Rolling my eyes, I nudged the cereal box toward her. She grabbed a spoon and joined me at the counter, plopping down on the stool beside me. For a while, we ate in silence. Then, out of nowhere, she sighed dramatically. "I’m so happy for you." I shot her a weird look. "I mean, you’re marrying your first love," she continued, her voice laced with emotion. "Your first love, Jan. You didn’t have to kiss a thousand frogs before meeting your prince. You just… did." Her eyes glistened slightly. I snorted. "Are you about to cry?" "Shut up." She sniffed, wiping an imaginary tear. "I was just thinking—back in college, you had boys smothering all over your very smart, hot ass." She wiggled her brows at me. "Still, I never imagined you’d settle for Layden. Especially with Adonis hot on your ass." My breath hitched. I hadn’t heard that name in years. Andra smirked knowingly. "Oh, come on. Don’t act like you don’t remember." She sighed dreamily. "That boy was a hot mess." I exhaled slowly, stirring my cereal with my spoon. "Yeah… he was." Dangerous. Magnetic. Intoxicating. A living, breathing temptation wrapped in muscle and recklessness. "Ugh," Andra groaned. "I still can’t believe you fought all that. The man practically oozed sin. A dangerous motorcycle? A Greek god bod? A walking romance novel cover?" She fanned herself dramatically. "Girl, you could have had one wild night with him." I chuckled, shaking my head. "I know. And now? I’m twenty-three. And still a virgin." A beat of silence. Andra’s spoon clattered onto the counter. "Wait, what?" She gaped at me, pure disbelief flashing in her eyes. "You mean to tell me—he hasn’t even peeked inside the cave?" I nearly choked on my cereal. "Oh my God, Andra—" "NOPE." She threw up a hand. "Let me process this. You guys dated for six years—four through college, now two more—and he still hasn’t banged Cleopatra?" I groaned, dropping my head onto the counter. "Damn," she muttered, shaking her head. "I bet his ass is gay." I burst into hysterical laughter. "Or maybe," I said between chuckles, "he’s just waiting until marriage." She gave me a deadpan stare. "I bet he is." I sighed, leaning back in my chair. Andra smirked. "If I had known earlier that he still hadn’t cleaned up down there, I would’ve let Donveon give you the night of your life." "Ewww," I groaned, scrunching my nose. "I do not want to have a ‘good time’ with some random guy." "Except… him." I stiffened. Andra’s smirk widened. "Who was he?" I shook my head, dismissing her question. "No one." Liar. That man in the booth… whoever he was… He wasn’t no one. But I wasn’t about to admit that. After finishing our cereal, we dragged ourselves upstairs. The digital clock on my nightstand blinked 1:07 AM. My wedding was in less than nine hours. "We should get some sleep," Andra mumbled, already collapsing onto her bed. "You shower first," I told her, rubbing my eyes. "Nah, you go." Too exhausted to argue, I grabbed my towel and stripped out of my costume. I scrubbed off my makeup before stepping into the shower, turning the dial until warm water cascaded over my skin. The warm sensation causing me to remember the stranger's heated gaze. The way he stared at me. Like he knew me. Like he saw me. Like he understood me. A shiver rolled down my spine as I shut my eyes, letting the water run through my hair. My mind drifted back to a different time, a different man. Adonis. The boy every girl wanted. The boy I wanted. He was six-foot-seven, all sharp jawlines and tanned skin, with a body sculpted by the gods themselves. He spoke Italian, French, Spanish, Latin and Greek—his voice a low, melting baritone that could bring a girl to her knees. And if I could turn back time—just once—I wouldn’t fight it. I would let myself have him. A night with Zeus incarnate. One wild, reckless, all-consuming night. And still, I would end up marrying Layden. Wouldn’t I?I turned off the water and stepped out, my skin still humming from the warmth. Grabbing a towel from the rack, I dried myself quickly, my breath unsteady as I walked to the mirror.The towel slipped from my grasp, pooling at my feet.I stared at my reflection, running my hands over my bare skin. My breasts were full, swollen with a need that had long gone unanswered. My hips curved in perfect symmetry, a silent invitation—one that had never been accepted.I had the body of a vixen and the mind of a nerd. Two sides of a coin that never should have fit together. But it was those two sides that had made Adonis swoon.A wistful smile tugged at my lips.Adonis.He had never tried to suppress my fire. He had wanted me exactly as I was—brains, beauty, and all the chaos in between.I sighed, shaking the thought away as I reached for my phone on the dresser. My heart did a stupid little jump, hoping for a missed call or a message from Layden.Nothing.I groaned in frustration, tossing my phone
"Girl, wake up!" Andra yelled, shaking me half-haphazardly.I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow. "Nooo, Andra. What time is it?""It's 7 a.m.! You're going to be late for your own wedding!" she shrieked. "Wake up, Janice Felicia O'Brian!""Shit!" I cursed, jolting upright as panic surged through me. I was going to be late for my own wedding.Without sparing a second glance, I dashed into the bathroom, taking the fastest shower of my life. By the time I stepped out, Andra was already waiting, towel in hand. She helped dry my hair before sitting me in front of the mirror, her fingers already working their magic.I exhaled deeply, still catching my breath. "Thank you, Andra," I murmured sincerely.Finally taking a good look at her, I realized she was already showered, her makeup flawless, her hair done to perfection—though, true to Sandra fashion, she was still draped in her robe, no doubt savoring every moment before slipping into her dress."My mom and sister should be he
Layden's grip tightened on my hand, the warmth of his touch grounding me amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling in my chest. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only him and me, standing at the altar, surrounded by the whispers and stares of onlookers. But none of that mattered. Not now. I looked up at him, my heart racing. His eyes, those deep brown pools, were filled with so many things—love, hope, and something deeper. Maybe it was the promise of forever. Maybe it was a quiet reassurance, an unspoken vow that no matter what had happened, we were here. Together. "Do you, Janice Felicia O'Brian, take Layden Macarus James to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the officiant’s voice broke through the quiet, his words echoing in the church. I took a steadying breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was the moment. The decision I had made. It was all leading to this. "I do," I whispered, my voice barely audible, but firm. The officiant nodded, then turned to Layden. "And do y
His hands were everywhere—rough, demanding, sliding over my skin as if they owned it. They gripped my breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. My nipples were already stiff, aching under his touch, and when he pinched them between his fingers, rolling and tugging, a sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me. Heat pooled low in my stomach, my body responding to him as if it were wired to his every move. I didn’t waste time. My hands fumbled with his suit, yanking at the jacket until it slid off his shoulders and hit the floor with a muffled thud. His tie came next, loosened and tossed aside, followed by his shirt, buttons popping open as I dragged it down his arms. His chest was bare now, muscles taut and inviting, and I couldn’t resist running my hands over him, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my palms. I pushed him back onto the bed, and he went willingly, his eyes dark and hungry as they raked over me. The way he looked at me—like he
I woke to the cold, empty expanse of the bed beside me, the sheets tangled and lifeless. The space where Layden should have been was hollow, the pillow untouched. My heart sank, a familiar ache settling in my chest. For a fleeting, desperate moment, I let myself wonder if last night had been a nightmare—if Layden had simply fallen asleep beside me, exhausted from the whirlwind of our wedding. But the silence in the house was deafening, that told me otherwise.I sat up slowly, the weight of the morning pressing down on me. My temples throbbed, and I rubbed them with trembling fingers, trying to push away the dull ache that had taken root in my chest. The air felt thick, suffocating, as if the walls of the room were closing in. I swallowed hard, the metallic taste of regret lingering on my tongue. I wasn’t going to let this ruin us. We just needed to talk. To understand each other. And if words weren’t enough, I’d show him.I climbed out of bed, my feet sinking into the plush carpet as
After breakfast, I hurried upstairs to shower quickly before rejoining Andra. I slipped into a yellow sundress that ended mid-thigh and grabbed a pair of sunglasses—hardly the attire of a married woman, but then again, I was still a virgin, so it didn’t count. When I came back downstairs, Andra and I stepped outside and into her car. The drive to Chelsea felt like a slow descent into memory. The streets, wide and alive, pulsed with the energy of a neighborhood caught between its artistic roots and creeping affluence. Rows of red-brick townhouses stood tall and proud, their facades softened by ivy crawling up the sides, whispering of a past that refused to be erased. Gallery windows shimmered with abstract paintings, and boutique cafés spilled warm laughter onto the sidewalks, their tiny round tables crowded with people who had nowhere to be but everywhere to talk. But for me, Chelsea wasn’t the art or the boutiques—it was home. Andra drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, steal
The door opened, and I heard the smooth lilt of a woman’s voice before I saw her."Layden," she purred, her tone carrying the easy confidence of someone who knew she was welcome.Layden chuckled, his voice lighter than it had been with me all day. "Cassidy, come in."Then she stepped inside and everything about her set me on edge.She was tall—statuesque, even—with cascading blonde waves that framed a face too perfect to be real. Her scarlet dress clung to her curves like it had been painted on, dipping scandalously low in the front and ending dangerously high on her toned thighs. She smelled of something expensive, a floral perfume that carried through the air, seeping into my space as she glided toward me.Her eyes—striking blue, like shards of ice—swept over me, assessing, measuring. Then, she smiled, slow and knowing and extended a perfectly manicured hand."You must be Janice."I wiped my palms against my dress before taking it. Her grip was firm, lingering a beat too long."And
He noticed my silence and smiled, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Yeah, it’s just work, babe. You know how it is." I wasn’t sure how to respond. My stomach churned as I forced myself to stay calm. The fact that Cassidy was staying the night, and he’d failed to mention it until now, stung. It’s just work, he said. But it didn’t feel like just work. Cassidy, oblivious to the growing tension, smiled brightly at me. "Don’t worry, Janice. It’ll be fun. We’ll keep it quiet, won’t we, Layden?" I clenched my fists at my sides, struggling to keep my composure. I didn’t want to make a scene—didn’t want to show just how hurt and betrayed I felt. But the thought of her here all night, so close to Layden, made my skin crawl. Layden caught my eye again, but this time his expression softened. "Jan, it’s really nothing to worry about," he said, his voice almost coaxing. Nothing to worry about? I could feel my frustration bubbling up, but I pushed it down, swallowing the bitte
The car coasted to a stop, and I blinked, disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings. We weren't in the heart of New York anymore. The city's chaos had been replaced with the scent of saltwater and the distant sound of crashing waves. I turned to Alessio, but he only nodded toward the door."We're here," he said quietly.I didn't question it. What was the point anymore? The world felt like it was spinning too fast for me to grasp onto anything. I just followed him, my feet dragging across the ground, my mind too clouded by everything to care.He led me up a stone pathway, the ocean breeze tugging at my hair. The path curved gently toward a secluded beach house, its whitewashed walls glowing in the late afternoon sun, shrouded by sea grass and weathered wood. When we stepped inside, my breath hitched.Warm light spilled through gauzy curtains, casting golden patterns on the honey-toned floorboards. The air smelled faintly of salt, like sandalwood and citrus. Worn linen couches framed a
“From both,” he said finally, the words gravel-rough, torn from somewhere deep. Like admitting it scraped bone.“I don’t care,” I snapped, my voice a lash in the air. “Andrés? Olthur? They weren’t in the family profile I was given. And yet—your uncle, your cousin? How does that even work?”His reaction was instant, visceral—a sharp inhale, a flicker of something almost primal in his gaze. For the briefest moment, I thought he might lash out. Instead, he steadied himself, like a storm barely chained."Some things," he said, voice cold as marble, "are better left unknown."He stepped back, adjusting the lapels of his suit like armor reforged. His gaze was an iron gate slamming shut.“And whatever you’re doing—stop.” His words were final, absolute. An executioner’s decree, not a suggestion. “Alessio will come for you in an hour. And don’t forget to dispose of your device.”He paused. Not out of hesitation, but detachment. His gaze slid right past me, like I was already out of the room, o
His hand closed around my wrist, warm and steady, and I froze."Jay-jay," he murmured, his voice low, like I was the last thing tethering him to this earth.But I was tired of this. Tired of the games, tired of my life crumbling over and over again because of the men in my life. I wasn't going to break again. No, not again."Don't," I whispered, my voice hoarse. I pulled away weakly, but his grasp wasn't rough - it was pleading, desperate. My chest tightened, a knot of fury and longing twisting deeper than I could bear.I forced myself to meet his eyes, and it nearly unraveled me. His grey orbs blazed, molten and wild, like he had been chasing me through storms and finally caught me."You think I haven't burned enough?" His voice splintered something fragile inside me. "You think I can survive the fire you leave behind?"What is he talking about?"Icarus-" I whimpered, his name cracking in my throat like a fracture that wouldn't heal.Then his mouth found mine.My breath seized, sharp
This was no longer about my reputation.This was about annihilation.Piece by piece, they were tearing my life apart-dissecting every decision, every moment, until there was nothing left but fragments of a person they thought they knew.I stared at the screen, my eyes burning. The headline cut deeper with every second.‘Corporate Climber or Common Slut?’The words pulsed like a wound.My temples throbbed. I forced my eyes shut, drew a breath that caught halfway down my throat, and held it there, like holding my own panic at bay. It didn't work.The bile still rose.I hadn't signed up for this.I never wanted this spotlight, this spectacle. I was supposed to build a career, not become tabloid fodder.And yet, there he was too-Icarus Adonis Sebastian-entangled in the scandal like a character in a story he himself had written. His name splashed across headlines, his face beside mine in every brutal frame.But he wasn't here.He wasn't here.Layla's voice broke through, measured but firm.
Andra slipped back into the room so silently I didn't hear her until she spoke."What are you doing?" she asked, her voice low, almost curious.I yelped, startled, slamming my laptop shut as if I'd been caught doing something far worse than research. My pulse thudded in my ears. "Nothing," I said quickly, too quickly. "You scared me.""Hmmm," she hummed, nonchalant, as she peeled off her dress in one effortless motion. The silk pooled around her ankles like liquid shadow. She reached for a robe, tying it loosely around her waist.I tried to sound casual, playful even, grinning like a child caught snooping through Christmas presents. "So... what have you and Alessio been up to? You've been gone for hours, and"—I tilted my head, teasing—"I heard you laugh."She chuckled, but the sound was thin, a little too nervous. "Oh, please," she waved her hand dismissively, though her cheeks were tinged pink. "Nothing scandalous. We just... had more wine. Talked. About family, mostly."Her eyes sof
I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. There I was, trapped in the damn car while Alessio and Andra had some kind of silent, sexually-charged staring contest that would put a telenovela to shame. The tension was so thick you could choke on it. Alessio's knuckles were white on the steering wheel, his stupidly perfect jaw clenched tight enough to crack teeth. And the way his eyes kept darting to Andra in the rearview? Please. He might as well have had "I WANT TO KISS YOU STUPID" tattooed across his forehead. Andra wasn't any better. Miss Ice Queen herself was actually fidgeting. Fidgeting. Her fingers kept playing with the hem of her dress like she was contemplating hiking it up right there in the backseat. The silence was killing me. "Should I just jump out now," I said, "or are you two waiting for a more dramatic moment?" Alessio's grip tightened. "What?" Andra shot me a death glare, but her cheeks were pink. "Shut up, Jan." "Oh, so now you acknowledge I exist?" I
The ladies' room door slammed open before I could catch my breath.There you are!" Andra's voice cracked through the room like a champagne cork. She prowled toward me, her white dress liquid fire under the chandeliers. "I've been hunting you all night, and what do I find?" She braced one manicured hand against the marble counter beside me. "My best friend doing the devil's tango with Icarus Adonis Sebastian." Her smirk could have powered the city grid. "Do you need me to call a priest, or an exorcist?"I grabbed the chilled flute of champagne she was holding and pressed it hard against my burning cheeks. "I will murder you.""Oh no, darling." She plucked the glass from my grip and drained it in one swallow. "Let's review your crimes." She ticked them off on fingers adorned with razor-sharp gold nails. "One: You ghosted me the moment you arrived. Two: You're wearing that dress—which violates at least three international treaties. Three:" Her voice dropped to a purr as she leaned in, "Y
Icarus had been insufferable today—condescending, controlling, and, worst of all, completely unreadable. If he thought he could push me around without consequence, he had another thing coming. By the time we arrived, the high-end boutiques on Avenue Montaigne gleamed in the afternoon sun. I stepped out of the car with confidence, smoothing my dress and sliding on a pair of sunglasses I found in my purse. Alessio fell into step beside me, ever the gentleman. "Stay close," I told him lightly. "I might need an extra pair of hands.""Naturally, ma’am," he replied, amusement dancing in his voice. And so, the spree began. I moved through the stores with precision—silk dresses, designer heels, exquisite jewelry—each item swiped onto the black credit card with satisfaction. The attendants were eager to please, their tones hushed with reverence as they recognized the name on the payment method. Alesso trailed behind me, hands tucked casually in his pockets, his sharp eyes scanning th
I pushed into one of the stalls, closing the door behind me as I heard the soft shuffle of footsteps in the restroom. My breath hitched, my body stiffening instinctively.I couldn't let anyone see me like this.Not Layla. Not some stranger.Not even Icarus.Especially not Icarus.I pressed a hand over my mouth, swallowing down the emotions threatening to spill over. The tightness in my chest was unbearable, but I forced myself to stay silent, to breathe through it.Just a few minutes.Just long enough to pull myself together. Then I'd walk out of here like nothing had happened.The restroom door banged open, laughter spilling in like a cruel, creeping poison. I barely had time to stifle my breath before the voices followed."God, I still can't believe it," one of them sneered, her voice sharp, slicing through the quiet like a blade. "I mean, we knew she was shameless, but this? She's an actual slut."“Not even a high-class one,” another voice chimed in, dripping with mockery. “I mean,