ELOISE I couldn’t answer Adam’s calls earlier, but he wasn’t answering now when I tried to call back. I wondered if this had something to do with our deal. I waited all night for his response, but nothing came, making me a bit concerned. Anyway, I decided to take a shower. Just as I was getting ready for bed, he finally called. His voice was raspy and delicious, reminding me of those nights when he used to call me in Edinburgh. “Good evening, Eloise. Are you already home?” I secretly giggled. It felt like those days when I used to date Chase. Wait, what? I shook my head at my own thought. “Yes, what do you think the time is?” “I know you had dinner with Chase. Are you realizing you still want him?” Every hair on my body stood on end. “Are you stalking me? How did you know?” “Oh, darling. I should know everything about the person I’m currently seeing.” “So you’re seeing me?” I teased. “I’m serious, Eloise,” he said flatly. I let out a sigh. “You know I’m not a fan of possessi
ELOISE I had another sip of my coffee, and it warmed me up. “You probably know me better than anyone else. You probably know what my dad is doing that I just can’t figure out. How about we start with that?” I suggested, my gaze unwavering. “Your father,” he began, “is a man with layers, just like you.” “Like me?” “You possess qualities I typically avoid, yet I’m undeniably drawn to you.” I blushed. “This isn’t about me.” He released a sigh. “Your father hides his intentions well, but I have some ideas—something I’ve observed when we talked to him. For example, it doesn’t matter who you marry, whether it’s the baron or someone else.” I frowned. He was right. Dad would’ve insisted, but he didn’t. Rather, he let me go. “Why do you think so?” “Your dad needs him because they’re partners in crime. That freaking baron handles the Cunningham businesses, so if you marry him, the viscount won’t have to try hiding his agenda. Especially to you.” I shook my head. “I still don’t get what
ELOISE Adam guided me to the center of the living room, and suddenly, he stood behind me. The warmth of his body was palpable as he leaned forward, his breath gently grazing my neck. A soft, involuntary moan escaped my lips as I felt the sensual sensation. “Have I told you that you are a work of art, Eloise?” His voice, low and sultry, reached my ears. His sound was like a caress, rousing a faint hunger in me. He circled around, assessing me just like when we fucked. Every curve of my body, every inch of my skin, seemed to be under his scrutiny. Shit. This was it. This was what kept me here with him. This magnetic pull between us. A provocative smile played on his lips as he stopped before me as if he knew what I was thinking. He started playing with the buttons of my blouse, not looking away, making every move deliberate and teasing. The room seemed to pulse with electric energy as he continued, the dim light casting shadows that danced along the contours of his face. My breat
ELOISE I woke up just before my morning alarm. Lying with my eyes closed, I grinned into my pillow and thought back to the events of last night. I knew it wasn’t something to be thrilled about, but maybe because I was being shallow. The things Adam said were dangerous; even the way he’d jerked off in front of me promised unknown possibilities for me—if not for him. It would definitely change my life, and even though our deal was done and we would go our separate ways, I doubted I would ever forget about him. Thinking about that alone left an indescribable ache in my chest. The truth was, I was afraid to fall hard. I fell hard once before, and it took me years to move on. But I wanted something more to happen with Adam. With a condition, of course, and it was good not to be alone anymore. He offered to help me escape from my father’s plan and discover what he was doing with Callum in exchange for my submission. It sounded simple, considering what he would give me in return. But to
ELOISE I immediately grabbed my phone and texted Adam when I sat at my desk. Me: Can we talk? His reply was quick. I’m preoccupied. What is it, Eloise? Me: There's a question I want to ask you face-to-face. Adam: I'm stuck in a meeting until 7:30. Mind waiting for me? I pondered for a bit, but I replied. Sure. Where can we meet? Adam: Come by my office. Do you know where it's at? At the SEG tower? That's where I always wanted to work. My stomach was instantly tied up in knots from the excitement. I quickly visualized him, well-dressed in a designer suit, sitting confidently behind his desk, exuding the same sense of power he always had. Count me in. Me: I’ll be there. Upon leaving my office, I remembered I had left my car at home this morning because Chase had given me a ride, so I chose to take a cab instead. I dashed to the lobby and hailed a cab, giving the driver clear instructions to take me to the SEG tower. I watched the cityscape flying past outside the cab window
ELOISE The exchange of kisses between us started gradually unfolding like the slow unwrapping of my rich favorite candy: chocolate and strawberry with a hint of mint. Being in his office with his employees just on the other side of the glass walls made everything around us feel exhilarating and risky. Each experience I shared with Adam was like nothing I've ever had before. Heck, I’d never even done this before. The strength of our connection became undeniable, and I felt what he was feeling right now mirrored my own. Our tongues engaged in a playful dance, sleek, wet, and sensual that it already left me breathless. Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, and I was on his desk, with my legs spread. Slowly, his hand slid beneath my skirt, venturing deep until it reached my panties. I instinctively grabbed his hand, attempting to halt his advances. “Your secretary is right outside that wall.” I glanced towards the door. “He won’t hear or see us. In fact, no one will,” he muttered,
ELOISE The dinner was delivered promptly, and Adam set it up on the center table by the couch in his office. After that, he focused on me as we ate. “By the way, about what you said,” I said in the middle of our scrumptious meal. “I’m not really sure how we’re gonna do this your way. Don’t normal couples do that? Exploring their relationships in any aspect? I don’t see why I should submit if you let me set the limits.” “You’re right,” he said, his voice reminding me of how damn sexy he sounded earlier. “There can still be variations in power dynamics within any relationship.” I listened attentively as he continued, “It’s about creating a space where vulnerability is embraced, not exploited—just like what your father does.” My heart felt like it got crushed by what he said. It hurt that he was right at some point. My dad knew I feared him, so he took advantage of that and controlled my life. “Giving up control to me completely,” Adam explained again, “is not about dominance or su
ELOISE Over the next few days, I continued my usual routine in the office. I focused on my work, staying busy, and made a conscious decision not to be the one to start a conversation with Adam. It seemed he was also not the type to send a message first; I suppose. To be honest, I surprised myself by waiting for him. After Chase, I realized I shouldn’t give everything and fall in love so quickly in a relationship. I guess that was why I hadn’t met ‘The One’ until now. I had only exchanged a few casual messages with Nina, nothing about the Cunninghams or beyond that. However, today, I was surprised by the smell of fresh flowers coming from everywhere—exquisite white rose arrangements adorned every corner of my workplace. What was happening? Was Adam responsible for this? He should already be in London. While I appreciate the gestures, doing this in Generations was too much. It would definitely spark gossip. Trina, who had just entered, suddenly appeared behind me. She poked her hea