CoraStaring at the Colorado Mountains from my hotel room, I realize this corporate retreat is less of a “bonding experience” and more “bored to tears.”Add in Griffin Blake, my boss and personal sunshine, and I’m officially on vacation from hell.When I became the personal assistant for the biggest asshole I’ve ever met, I didn’t think my job duties would mean being forced to go on a trip like this.Although, I didn’t have many options when it came to getting a job.Griffin was my solution, and I’ve been doing my best to avoid him whenever I can.Which is why I’m currently locked in my hotel room instead of at the pool with the lawyers.I let out a dramatic groan, eyes locked on the computer screen as if my stare might magically erase the mountain of debt staring back at me.It’s like my bank account is mocking me, whispering, “You really thought Victor was a catch, huh?”It’s going to take a couple of years just to dig myself out of the hole he put me in—even longer if I do anything
GriffinFire her. The thought had never fully crossed my mind. I was going to threaten it tonight just to get a rise out of Cora, but she beat me to it.As she stands in front of me with a defiant tilt to her chin, I want to fire her just to prove a point.Cora tosses her raven hair over her shoulder, blue eyes narrowed. Even the freckles across her cheeks seem to blaze with life as she takes a step closer to me.She pokes a finger into my chest. “If you want me to leave your company, just fire me.”I grab her finger and pull her closer, heat radiating between us. “And what if I did fire you right now?”She smirks and snatches her hand back, though she doesn’t bother to move away. “I'd probably be better for it.”“If I got rid of you, I could hire someone capable of doing their job—maybe someone who actually liked me and the work.”Cora takes another step closer, and all I can focus on is the way her body is nearly pressed against mine. “Fire me or don’t, but I’m here to have a good t
The wary look in her eyes drives a knife into my gut.I wasn’t horrible to Cora when we were younger, but I wasn’t pleasant either. She was an annoyance back then, and I made sure she knew it.Cora rolls her eyes and brushes past me, heading for the door. “I’m civil to you at work. That’s good enough.”A whiff of her sweet vanilla scent envelops me as she turns around. I watch her skimpy black dress hug every curve, accentuating all the right places as she stomps away.She strides out of the bar on long legs that I’m already picturing wrapped around my waist as I pin her against a wall.It’s almost a primal urge to claim her, to make her mine.Would she taste like tequila or whiskey?I quickly follow her out of the bar.Cora leans against the brick wall, the cold breeze not bothering her in the slightest. “Why did you follow me out here?”“I’m not done talking to you yet.” I move closer to her, still drawn in by the curve of her full lips. Her lemon and vanilla perfume wraps around me
“And what is that supposed to mean?” I keep my tone light and teasing, wanting her to relax around me. I don’t want the tension between us to continue.I want to get to know the woman I've written off for many years—the same woman who’s been charming her way around my office.She seems to draw me in without really meaning to. I hate to admit that I’ve started to think her smile is addictive, and the scent of sweet lemons and vanilla haunts me when I go home.What the hell is she doing to me?Whatever it is, I don’t know if I want it to end.Cora shrugs and makes her way to the bar. “You’re a lawyer—and a CEO. You've taken over Blake & Associates from your father and spend your days preparing for cases, reading contracts, or going to court. You have to show off for every other corporate lawyer in Maine because that’s how the industry works. A little hole in the wall like this doesn’t scream I’m a lawyer with status.”“Sometimes I prefer to be alone and have time to myself without worry
CoraWhoever took a jackhammer to my head is going to die. It feels like a thousand tiny people with pickaxes in my head.They keep digging away at the edges of my brain as I bury myself beneath the warm blankets.The last thing I want to do is get out of bed right now. The mattress is soft, and the scent of a spicy cologne lingers on the sheets.Yawning, I roll over and pull the blanket away from my face.Though staying in bed all day sounds like a good idea, I’m not twenty-one anymore. I can’t spend the day rotting and nursing a hangover.With a groan, I open my eyes and immediately shut them again. The bright light streaming through the open windows is too much to handle right now.It threatens to burn my retinas, and the bright rays only make the tiny people with pickaxes angrier.“Somebody just kill me.” I groan and squeeze my eyes shut tighter, but it does nothing to dull the pounding. “That is the last night I’m drinking. Never going to happen again.”My stomach churns as I dig
I have no business waking up in Griffin’s bed.In fact, I had no business dancing with Griffin last night, kissing him, or whatever we did for the rest of the night that I can’t remember.With trembling hands, I instinctively reach down to check for my underwear. The fabric, still snug and intact, brings a flood of relief washing over me.A sigh escapes my lips, and I feel a weight lift from my chest. Last night’s events have blurred, but this simple confirmation brings clarity and reassurance.That is the last time I ever go out drinking.But I did make out with my boss on the dance floor in a bar.I’m not better than Victor was. He cheated on me with someone at work, risking his job for a fling.And now, here I am doing the same thing.I groan and quietly head into the ensuite bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. This must be some bad nightmare that I will wake up from soon.Except, it isn’t.In the mirror is a woman I don’t recognize. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are
GriffinJake rams his spoon into the massive breakfast skillet in front of him. “You were nice to Cora on the company retreat, right?”I’ve been back in Maine for less than twenty-four hours, and Jake is already up my ass about his sister. As soon as I landed, he texted me to go out for breakfast the following day.I bite back a sharp response and instead take a sip of my coffee. “Of course I was nice. She’s my assistant. What was I going to do? Take her on a retreat and then treat her like crap? Besides, it’s just an extension of work for me.”Jake arches an eyebrow. “You and Cora have never been able to get along. Mostly because you have a tendency to be an ass.”“Trust me, I didn’t do anything to her this weekend.”Not that I’m ever planning on admitting to Jake what I did, at least.If he found out I kissed Cora, he would likely beat me up before ending our friendship. He would think I was using her.All Jake would see was another woman with whom I planned on having fun before lea
Jake keeps eating as I figure out what to say to Cora at work.This is not going to be pretty.When I walk into the office after breakfast with Jake, Cora is already sitting at the desk just outside my office. She looks up with a cool and professional smile as I walk by.“Morning.” She glances back down at the stack of papers in front of her. “I’ve been sorting through the contract for Garfield Homes and their acquisition of Lakeland Interiors. You might want to take a second look over some clauses.”I nod and open the glass door to my office. “Why don’t you come in for a moment? I have a couple of things that we need to clear up.”She sighs, tucking her hair behind one ear. “I’m sure there’s nothing we need to speak about.”My hand tightens on the gold handle. “Cora. Office. Now.”Her blue eyes flash with irritation as she stands. My gaze drops to how her matte faux leather pants hug her thighs. I throw up a mental wall to avoid the thought of having her bent over my desk in those pa
Cora nods and smiles as she leans back, looking content. “I’m looking forward to living with you again.”“Well, you better. And hey, we never did get to fuck on the porch like you wanted; maybe we should take the champagne and celebrate properly.”Cora laughs, a blush creeping down her cheeks. “You were the one who threatened it first,” she says.“You were definitely into it. Couldn’t keep your hands off me,” I tease.Cora rolls her eyes playfully. “Sure, keep dreaming.”“We’ve got an hour before everyone arrives for the barbecue.” I park the car in the driveway and hop out, leaning back toward the open door to look at her. “You coming to celebrate with me?”“I’m coming.” Cora nods eagerly, hurrying inside.I follow her, kicking off my shoes as the door closes behind us. She turns around to face me, kicking off her shoes and pulling her shirt over her head.My cock springs to life as she hooks her fingers in the sides of her shorts, pulling them down her toned legs.She stands in a li
GriffinSophie shoots daggers at me as I assist Cora in boxing up her belongings at her place. The moment Cora steps away to gather her toiletries, Sophie steps in front of me, her finger wagging in my face."You put her through the wringer when we were younger," she hisses, checking over her shoulder to ensure Cora is out of earshot. "Then you break her heart, and now you're back for a third round? If you hurt her again, nobody will ever find your body.""I'll help with that," Kaleigh chimes in, entering the room with Jake trailing behind her. "The truck's loaded up from the storage unit."Sophie prods me in the chest before backing off. "You're skating on thin ice, Griffin Blake. But she loves you, and I can see how much you love her. Only a man completely devoted to my best friend would dare set foot in this apartment after serving her divorce papers just weeks ago."Kaleigh nods enthusiastically and heads to the fridge, yanking it open to retrieve a bottle of champagne. "When Cora
Gloria’s deep burgundy lips curl as she turns to face her son. “Really, if you must lower your standards, at least find someone decent.”“Enough!” Griffin’s voice is louder than I’ve ever heard, his gaze blazing with rage. “I told you to leave my house, and I meant it. I won’t have you here, and I won’t be part of your lives anymore. I’m done living a puppet life!”Gloria crosses her arms, cocking a hip to the side. “Griffin—you’re going to regret this.”Griffin gives a bitter laugh. “No, I don’t think so. It’s what I should’ve done the moment I became an adult, and I definitely should’ve done the moment I found out you two were behind leaking the story about Cora.”My blood boils as I glare at his parents.How can his parents hurt him so much?Griffin looks at me with an expression I can’t quite read before brushing by all of us and holding the door open wide. “Mom and Dad, you can both leave now. I’m done with this conversation.”Rick shakes his head, his face turning a deeper shade
CoraI've been tapping away at the keyboard, trying to create a business plan, but it's like my brain's taken a vacation.All I can think about is my dream of starting a media company and traveling the world, but now, all those dreams are tangled up with Griff.I want him and those dreams together, but he just wants to call it quits.I lean back, lacing my fingers behind my head, and look around Sophie's place. It doesn't feel like home.I miss having my own space, like Griff's house... But thinking about that just brings on the waterworks. I shove the laptop aside.How can I focus on a business when there's a divorce waiting for me?Sophie walks into the room as I’m about to review the papers again.“Please tell me you’ll sign those and then take whatever you can get from him.” She says.“I don’t want his money. He can have it all and burn it,” I say, setting the papers down, feeling sick at the thought of Griffin.Sophie rolls her eyes and sits down across from me.“I admire that yo
"That's not the point, Griffin." Jake rubs his temples. "She loves you, damn it. You married her, you started a life together, and now you're just ending it like it's nothing?"I slam the mug down on the counter, some of the steamy coffee sloshing over the side and onto the back of my hand. “For fuck’s sake.”Pain blooms as I spin and cram my hand under the tap, turning on the water and letting it run until the sting subsides. I wrap my hand up in a towel before cleaning the spilled mess.When I’m done, I look at Jake, tightness spreading in my chest. “Do you really think that leaving Cora was easy?”“You sure make it seem that way.”I sigh. “No. It’s not. It’s hard as hell, and I feel like I’m climbing a mountain with the weight of the world strapped to my back every fucking day.”Jake’s brow furrows, the lines on his face deepening. “None of this is making any sense. Your relationship got leaked to the media, so what? Nobody cares.”I bite my cheek, trying to figure out how much he
GriffinI shouldn’t have sent Cora those divorce papers. Instead, I should have told her I was a fool and begged for another chance.It's been five agonizing days since I had an associate deliver them to her. Deep down, I know it was the right choice, but that doesn't stop thoughts of Cora from haunting me.I keep telling myself that splitting up is for the best.Cora deserves better than my family's constant insults and belittling. They treat her as if she's inferior just because her life isn't picture-perfect in their eyes.I sigh heavily and push myself off the couch, surveying the empty bottles of whiskey and beer scattered on the coffee table.They've been my companions, helping me numb the pain and get through the sleepless nights.My father's voice echoes in my head, reminding me of my failures and how I'll never measure up.But tonight, I can't drown out the ache in my chest or the memories of Cora's smile.I wish I could just erase my parents from my life. It's a thought that
When we arrive, Kaleigh sits at a table with a cheese pizza and a couple of beers in front of her.She grins and raises her beer to me. “It’s nice to see that you’re returning to the land of the living. We’ve missed you.”“I make no promises to stay here long.” I slide onto the bench seat beside her and reach for one of the other beers.Kaleigh smiles and takes a sip of her beer. “That’s understandable. All of this seemed to come out of nowhere.”Sophie sits down across from us and snags a slice of pizza. “That’s because he is an idiot with too much money who’s used to buying his way out of any hard situation in life. Now that he can’t, he is running away like a scared child.”“I don’t think that’s all of it.” I grab a slice of pizza and take a bite.Children laugh and race by our table, heading for the rows and rows of games. Loud music pounds through the building, making it nearly impossible to hear anyone more than a few feet away.Kaleigh shrugs, her expression thoughtful. “I don’
CoraSophie tosses a throw pillow at my head as she walks into the living room and finds me buried beneath a blanket on the couch again. “You have to stop this wallowing.”“I’m not wallowing.” I toss the pillow back at her. “I’m conserving my energy before the rest of my life turns into a flaming pile of shit around me. As if it couldn’t get any worse.”Sophie cracks a smile and pushes my feet out of the way, sitting down on the end of the couch. “Cora, you weren’t even this upset when you caught Victor cheating on you.”I give her a flat look. “What I had with Griff was different. It meant so much more, and now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do with myself.”“It doesn’t have to be over. You could storm his house and talk to him again—insist he’s wrong.”"Yeah, and look like a fool begging for a man who clearly doesn’t want me the way I want him?” I scoff and sit up, running a hand through my hair and trying to work through some of the tangles.Sophie takes the pillow and throws
If she thinks there's even a chance we could make this work, she'll fight like hell. It’s what she does for the people she loves. I’ve seen it time and time again.I don’t deserve that kind of love.“I said we needed a wake-up call. We’ve been living in a bubble for too long, and it was bound to break sooner or later.”She barks out a sharp laugh. “Yeah. If it makes you feel better, my mom calls me and asks if I’m okay. I feel so guilty for hiding everything from her. She finds out that I’ve been lying for months, and she still calls to ask if I’m okay.”My stomach ties itself into tight knots. “We never should have let things go this far.”“You think?” Cora scoffs and shakes her head. “Say whatever it is you keep dancing around, Griff. I’m a grown-up. I can handle it.”I don’t know if I can handle saying it.All I want to do is cross the room and convince us everything will be okay.But it’s never going to be okay... Not when I can’t protect her from my family’s toxicity. They’ll onl