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CHAPTER 26
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2024-10-29 19:42:56She laughed hearing him saying the word ‘clay’ referring at himself. He was anything but.
“Metal that might, under certain circumstances, be welded, perhaps,” she’d said. “Never clay.”
“I bow to your superior knowledge,” he’d said, swirling his sherry in his glass, his gaze oddly intent on hers.
Addison had felt herself flush with heat and had felt out of control. Reckless. Yet it had felt right, even so. Righter than she could remember anything else feeling, maybe ever. He’d leaned close, then murmured close to her ear.
“What would I do without you, Addison?”
That was the first time, in three years, he’d ever said her name… and the last until Bora Bora
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Andrey looked as though he wanted to take her apart with his teeth. Addison fought to control herself… Control her pounding heart, her galloping pulse, that heaviness in her stomach that couldn’t decide if it was desire or anxiety. Or some combination of both.“If you would like to beg, don’t let me stop you,” Andrey bit out after a long moment, though his midnight amber eyes gleamed. “You can begin on your knees.” Addison remembered that day in Bora Bora with picture-perfect clarity. She remembered crawling to him across the polished wood floor, smiling up at him from between his strong legs. Wanting him more than her next breath. She still did. Heat flashed over her, and Addison was afraid she turned bright red. His eyes were narrow and hot, and she knew b
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He tracked her back to a part of London that was a world away from his three-story penthouse at the top of an old Victorian warehouse perched at the edge of the Thames. ‘This is what she prefers to a life with me,’ Andrey told himself as he caught the door from one of her neighbors and climbed the narrow, grimy stairs to her second-floor flat. ‘This dingy little place and the dim little life that comes with it.’ Andrey was so angry with her, he thought it might actually burn off the top of his head. He pounded on her door, not even pretending to be polite.“Open this damn door, Addison! I know you’re in there,” he growled. “I saw you enter this building five minutes ago.” He heard
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For what felt like a long time, whole ages, perhaps centuries, Addison could only stare at him, stricken, too deeply shaken even to weep. She felt cracked open by his words. “And you do, Andrey?” she asked eventually, in a belligerent tone, though her voice quaked. “You know what love is?” Andrey’s eyes were brilliant. Dark and gold and molten fire, burning her alive. He reached over and took her hands in his, and Addison should’ve jerked away. But instead, she exulted in the feel of his skin against hers after all this time. It pumped through her like heat, as though there was no part of her that wasn’t his no matter what she told herself. Or told him. “Let me tell you what I know, Addison,” he said to her, his voice low, intense, urgent. “All I know is I want you so badly that my body literally hurts. I want you in ways that I don’t understand and I
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“Is that all, Miss Bryant?” he asked after signing the documents she handed him. He didn’t even look at her… Like she was invisible or something… ‘Well, Andrey Romanoff, prepare to be blown away!’ she thought gathering all her courage.“No, Mr. Romanoff. I have to tell you something… I quit my job as your Executive Assistant!”“You quit your job? Really? Hmm… I don’t’ think so. Now, if this is all…” he added and waved his right hand dismissing her like she was an annoying mosquito.“Mr. Romanoff, I don’t think you heard me. I’m resigning my position as your Executive Assistant… effective immediately!” she said forcing herself not to look straight at him, focusing on how to stop her knees from wobbling.“I heard you well, Miss Bryant. And
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Lowell was gone. She was no longer his sole support. And the invisible chains of emotion and longing that had ruled her for so long could no longer keep her here, in this hell. Not now she’d discovered, entirely by accident, what Andrey truly thought of her. Andrey Romanoff only watched her now, those dark amber eyes moving over her like the touch of his hands, all fire, and demand. She knew what the man in front of her saw. She had crafted her corporate image specifically to appeal to his particular tastes, to comply, as she always did, to his preferences. Addison stood tall before his scrutiny, resisting the urge to fuss with her pencil skirt or the silk blouse she wore, both in the muted colors Andrey Romanoff, her boss, preferred. She knew the deceptively s
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“Miss Bryant, if memory serves,” he said in a cool tone that was at complete odds with that dark savagery in his burnished gold gaze, “your contract states that you must give me two weeks following the tendering of your notice.” It was Addison’s turn to blink.“You’re not serious...”“I may be an… ‘oversexed King Kong’, Miss Bryant…” He bit out each word like a bullet she shouldn’t have been able to feel, and yet it hurt, it hurt like hell, and all the while the gold in his gaze seemed to sear into her, making her remember all the things she’d rather forget.“But that has yet to impede my ability to read a contract. Two weeks, which, if I am not mistaken, includes the investor dinner in Milan we’ve spent months planning.&rd
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Andrey stared at his Executive Assistant as if he’d never seen her before. There was something about the way she tilted that perfect, pretty oval of her face, the way her usually calm gray eyes sparkled with the force of her temper… And something about that mouth of hers. He couldn’t seem to look away from it. Unbidden, a memory teased through his head, of her hand on his cheek, her gray eyes warm and something like affectionate, her lips… but no. There was no need to revisit that insanity. He’d worked much too hard to strike it from his consciousness. It was one regrettable evening in five smooth, issue-free years. Why think of it at all?“I would rather draw my last breath here and now,” she said again as if she was under the misapprehension that he had not heard her the first time.“That can always be arranged, Miss Bryant
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Andrey had forgotten all about it, until now. Had she been warning him? Had she known that she would get into his blood like this, poisoning him from the inside out, making him a stranger to himself? He frowned out the window now, through the rain lashing across the glass. For the first time in almost twenty years, he wondered if it was worth it, this great empire he’d built and on which he focused to the exclusion of all else. Lately, he wondered if, given the chance, he would trade it in. If he would take her instead. Not that Addison had offered him any such choice. His intercom buzzed loudly behind him. He didn’t move. He didn’t know, anymore, if he was furious or if he was simply the wreckage of the man he’d been. And he didn’t like it, either way.
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Perversely, it only made him want her more. He’d told Addison that she was the only person he’d ever had any kind of close relationship with, and the stark truth of that haunted him. She was the only person alive that he had EVER trusted. He had allowed her unparalleled access to all parts of his life. To him. No employee had ever been so entrenched in his personal life before and Andrey had certainly never allowed one of his women anywhere near his business. Only Addison bridged those worlds. Only Addison. And his time with her was almost up. Giving in to an urge he hardly understood, as if it might ease the sudden heaviness in his chest, Andrey reached over and took her hand. Addison’s eyes flew to his, but he concentrated on the slide of her fingers against his. The way they fitted toge
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The moment she said that Addison just hated herself. So deeply and so comprehensively it made her feel ill. She slid the wineglass back onto the table and wrapped her arms around her middle, certain she needed help to keep herself together. Andrey didn’t look away. He simply sat much too still and much too close across the table, watching her fall apart.“I’m so sorry,” he began after a moment, his voice calm.“No,” Addison interrupted him, her words feeling thick in her mouth. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it like that. How would you know? It’s just… It happened rather recently and I’ve still not managed to figure out how to talk about it. About him…”“How recent?” Andrey frowned then.
