STACY. (Meanwhile at the new building) I stand in the middle of what will soon be my office, gesturing to the designer as I explain my vision. The space smells of fresh paint, and the hum of workers fills the air. There’s a sense of excitement bubbling inside me, knowing all known threats to Jason are done with. “Make sure the wall behind the desk has shelves integrated into it,” I say, pointing to the blueprint on the table. “I want it sleek but functional.” “Yes, Ms. White,” the designer nods, scribbling notes. Before I can continue, a voice calls out behind me, breaking my concentration. “Ms. White?” I turn to see Avery standing in the doorway, holding a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers and a small bag that unmistakably smells of food. “A special delivery for you,” she says, walking over with a knowing smile. I blink in surprise as she hands them to me. The flowers are stunning—roses, lilies, and a touch of greenery arranged elegantly. The card attached bea
JASON.When Stacy says she's ready to love me, it feels as though the world shifts beneath my feet. Her words settle deep in my chest, igniting something I thought I’d lost forever. The barriers I’d built, the guilt I’ve carried for years, crumble in an instant.For a moment, I don’t move. I'm afraid even breathing might ruin the magic of this moment. Her declaration isn’t just an invitation; it’s redemption. And for someone like me, who thought second chances were a myth, it’s almost too much.The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken emotion. My heart races as her eyes lock onto mine—vulnerable, hopeful, and resolute. I can see the fear hidden beneath her boldness, the trepidation of trusting me again. She’s giving me her heart, raw and unguarded, and I know I’ll never take it for granted again.I swallow hard, my voice low and reverent. “Say it again,” I murmur, needing to hear it once more. “Tell me you’re ready to love me.”A soft smile spreads across her lips, and sh
STACY. The past few days have been surreal, almost like a dream. After the electrifying-filled incident in Jason’s office, something shifted between us. It wasn’t just the way he looked at me, but the way he made me feel like I was the center of his world. He’s been attentive, sweet, and—dare I say it—completely devoted. Even the people around us have noticed. Every time I walk into a room, there are stolen glances and knowing smiles from those who work with us. Jason and I haven’t outright announced we’re dating, but it’s obvious. It’s in the way he brushes his hand against mine when no one’s looking, or how his eyes soften when they meet mine. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m happy. Truly happy. This morning, I woke up to a text from him that simply said, Good morning, beautiful. Can’t wait to see you later. It’s such a small thing, but it stayed with me all day, filling me with a warmth I haven’t felt in years. Now, as I finish arranging the last few pieces o
STACY. Jason steps out first, turning to offer me his hand. “You ask too many questions,” he says, his tone teasing but firm. “Because you’re being suspicious,” I reply, but I take his hand anyway, letting him help me out. Jason signals the driver, who starts unloading bags from the trunk. My brow furrows. “Wait… what are those for?” He gives me a sideways glance, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I had Ava pack a bag for you.” I stare at him, trying to process his words. “Why would you—?” “Because I want to spend some alone time with my woman,” he interrupts, his voice softening. My confusion morphs into something warmer, my chest tightening at the thoughtfulness of it all. “What about Liam?” Jason steps closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “He will be with his grandparents. They’re picking him up from school and keeping him while we are away.” I blink, stunned. “You planned all of this?” “Of course,” he says, as if it’s the most natural thing in the
STACY. A man in a crisp white and navy blue uniform approaches us, bowing respectfully. "Alpha Barron, ma’am," he says warmly. "Welcome aboard your yacht. I’m Captain Jeff Green, and I’ll be your captain for this cruise. Please allow me to escort you onboard." Jason extends his hand, a confident smile lighting up his face. Without hesitation, I place my hand in his, letting him guide me up the gangway. My heels click against the polished wooden planks. "Thank you, Captain Jeff," Jason says, his voice tinged with excitement. "But I’ll take it from here. I want to give my woman the grand tour of her yacht myself." Captain Jeff nods, stepping aside with a professional smile as Jason leads me onto the main deck, his grip on my hand steady and reassuring. We step into the open lounge area, and I gasp. The space is luxurious yet cozy, with plush white couches, dark oak floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the sea. A sleek marble bar stands to one side, stocke
STACY. Jason takes his time, his fingers brushing against my skin as he undresses me completely, leaving me breathless under his intense gaze. I lay on my back, anticipation curling in my stomach, my body already reacting to his touch. “Oh, how I’ve missed gazing at this body,” Jason murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he trails kisses along my thighs. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, his hands firm yet gentle, before burying his face between them, his warm breath igniting a fire deep within me. An erotic gasp escapes my lips as his tongue begins to explore my core. He runs it along my slit, teasing his way up my smooth folds, tasting and licking me as if I’m some kind of sweet dessert. The moment his tongue grazes my pleasure nub, I shudder violently, locking my legs around his neck and trapping him in place. My mouth forms an "O" as I cry out, reveling in the intense pleasure he’s bringing me… Electrical currents wash over me, and my toes curl while Jason continue
STACY. Next morning, the first thing I notice is the tantalizing aroma of food drifting through the air, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I let out a soft, contented moan, my body stretching languidly against the soft sheets. “Jay, whatever is cooking smells heavenly.” With a lazy smile, I reach out to the other side of the bed, my hand searching for Jason. But my fingers meet only cool, empty sheets, and my eyes flutter open. Confusion and a flicker of panic seize me as I sit upright. Jason isn't besides me. Where is he? The question gnaws at my mind, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, a terrible thought flashes through me. Did he leave after making love to me? I scan the room, my eyes stopping on the side table. There’s a single red rose resting on a folded note. My fingers tremble as I pick it up, unfolding it slowly. The bold handwriting is instantly recognizable, and I can’t help but smile. [Good morning, cupcake. I didn’t have the heart to wake yo
JASON. “Dad, what’s going on? I hear something… is everyone okay?” Stacy asks again when Dad doesn't respond with her eyebrows drawing together. I move closer, the faint commotion on the other end catching my attention too. My gut tightens, instincts flaring. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry about my dear,” Dad says, his tone steady but dismissive. “Just some kids fooling around with fireworks near the lake. Everything is fine.” I don’t buy it. “Dad, are you sure that’s all?” I press, my voice sharp. “It sounded more serious than fireworks.” I hear Dad sigh, a slight chuckle in his response. “Jason, it’s the usual teenage nonsense. If it were anything serious, do you think I’d still be on the phone with you? Relax, son. Enjoy your time with Stacy. You’ve worked hard enough for your weekend trip away.” I clench my jaw, every instinct telling me to push harder, but I force myself to let it go—for now. “Fine. But if anything changes, call me immediately. I mean it.” "Of course,
JASON. “Dad, what’s going on? I hear something… is everyone okay?” Stacy asks again when Dad doesn't respond with her eyebrows drawing together. I move closer, the faint commotion on the other end catching my attention too. My gut tightens, instincts flaring. “Oh, it’s nothing to worry about my dear,” Dad says, his tone steady but dismissive. “Just some kids fooling around with fireworks near the lake. Everything is fine.” I don’t buy it. “Dad, are you sure that’s all?” I press, my voice sharp. “It sounded more serious than fireworks.” I hear Dad sigh, a slight chuckle in his response. “Jason, it’s the usual teenage nonsense. If it were anything serious, do you think I’d still be on the phone with you? Relax, son. Enjoy your time with Stacy. You’ve worked hard enough for your weekend trip away.” I clench my jaw, every instinct telling me to push harder, but I force myself to let it go—for now. “Fine. But if anything changes, call me immediately. I mean it.” "Of course,
STACY. Next morning, the first thing I notice is the tantalizing aroma of food drifting through the air, pulling me from the depths of sleep. I let out a soft, contented moan, my body stretching languidly against the soft sheets. “Jay, whatever is cooking smells heavenly.” With a lazy smile, I reach out to the other side of the bed, my hand searching for Jason. But my fingers meet only cool, empty sheets, and my eyes flutter open. Confusion and a flicker of panic seize me as I sit upright. Jason isn't besides me. Where is he? The question gnaws at my mind, and for a brief, heart-stopping moment, a terrible thought flashes through me. Did he leave after making love to me? I scan the room, my eyes stopping on the side table. There’s a single red rose resting on a folded note. My fingers tremble as I pick it up, unfolding it slowly. The bold handwriting is instantly recognizable, and I can’t help but smile. [Good morning, cupcake. I didn’t have the heart to wake yo
STACY. Jason takes his time, his fingers brushing against my skin as he undresses me completely, leaving me breathless under his intense gaze. I lay on my back, anticipation curling in my stomach, my body already reacting to his touch. “Oh, how I’ve missed gazing at this body,” Jason murmurs, his voice thick with desire as he trails kisses along my thighs. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, his hands firm yet gentle, before burying his face between them, his warm breath igniting a fire deep within me. An erotic gasp escapes my lips as his tongue begins to explore my core. He runs it along my slit, teasing his way up my smooth folds, tasting and licking me as if I’m some kind of sweet dessert. The moment his tongue grazes my pleasure nub, I shudder violently, locking my legs around his neck and trapping him in place. My mouth forms an "O" as I cry out, reveling in the intense pleasure he’s bringing me… Electrical currents wash over me, and my toes curl while Jason continue
STACY. A man in a crisp white and navy blue uniform approaches us, bowing respectfully. "Alpha Barron, ma’am," he says warmly. "Welcome aboard your yacht. I’m Captain Jeff Green, and I’ll be your captain for this cruise. Please allow me to escort you onboard." Jason extends his hand, a confident smile lighting up his face. Without hesitation, I place my hand in his, letting him guide me up the gangway. My heels click against the polished wooden planks. "Thank you, Captain Jeff," Jason says, his voice tinged with excitement. "But I’ll take it from here. I want to give my woman the grand tour of her yacht myself." Captain Jeff nods, stepping aside with a professional smile as Jason leads me onto the main deck, his grip on my hand steady and reassuring. We step into the open lounge area, and I gasp. The space is luxurious yet cozy, with plush white couches, dark oak floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows offering panoramic views of the sea. A sleek marble bar stands to one side, stocke
STACY. Jason steps out first, turning to offer me his hand. “You ask too many questions,” he says, his tone teasing but firm. “Because you’re being suspicious,” I reply, but I take his hand anyway, letting him help me out. Jason signals the driver, who starts unloading bags from the trunk. My brow furrows. “Wait… what are those for?” He gives me a sideways glance, the corner of his mouth twitching. “I had Ava pack a bag for you.” I stare at him, trying to process his words. “Why would you—?” “Because I want to spend some alone time with my woman,” he interrupts, his voice softening. My confusion morphs into something warmer, my chest tightening at the thoughtfulness of it all. “What about Liam?” Jason steps closer, his hand brushing a strand of hair from my face. “He will be with his grandparents. They’re picking him up from school and keeping him while we are away.” I blink, stunned. “You planned all of this?” “Of course,” he says, as if it’s the most natural thing in the
STACY. The past few days have been surreal, almost like a dream. After the electrifying-filled incident in Jason’s office, something shifted between us. It wasn’t just the way he looked at me, but the way he made me feel like I was the center of his world. He’s been attentive, sweet, and—dare I say it—completely devoted. Even the people around us have noticed. Every time I walk into a room, there are stolen glances and knowing smiles from those who work with us. Jason and I haven’t outright announced we’re dating, but it’s obvious. It’s in the way he brushes his hand against mine when no one’s looking, or how his eyes soften when they meet mine. For the first time in what feels like forever, I’m happy. Truly happy. This morning, I woke up to a text from him that simply said, Good morning, beautiful. Can’t wait to see you later. It’s such a small thing, but it stayed with me all day, filling me with a warmth I haven’t felt in years. Now, as I finish arranging the last few pieces o
JASON.When Stacy says she's ready to love me, it feels as though the world shifts beneath my feet. Her words settle deep in my chest, igniting something I thought I’d lost forever. The barriers I’d built, the guilt I’ve carried for years, crumble in an instant.For a moment, I don’t move. I'm afraid even breathing might ruin the magic of this moment. Her declaration isn’t just an invitation; it’s redemption. And for someone like me, who thought second chances were a myth, it’s almost too much.The silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken emotion. My heart races as her eyes lock onto mine—vulnerable, hopeful, and resolute. I can see the fear hidden beneath her boldness, the trepidation of trusting me again. She’s giving me her heart, raw and unguarded, and I know I’ll never take it for granted again.I swallow hard, my voice low and reverent. “Say it again,” I murmur, needing to hear it once more. “Tell me you’re ready to love me.”A soft smile spreads across her lips, and sh
STACY. (Meanwhile at the new building) I stand in the middle of what will soon be my office, gesturing to the designer as I explain my vision. The space smells of fresh paint, and the hum of workers fills the air. There’s a sense of excitement bubbling inside me, knowing all known threats to Jason are done with. “Make sure the wall behind the desk has shelves integrated into it,” I say, pointing to the blueprint on the table. “I want it sleek but functional.” “Yes, Ms. White,” the designer nods, scribbling notes. Before I can continue, a voice calls out behind me, breaking my concentration. “Ms. White?” I turn to see Avery standing in the doorway, holding a beautiful bouquet of fresh flowers and a small bag that unmistakably smells of food. “A special delivery for you,” she says, walking over with a knowing smile. I blink in surprise as she hands them to me. The flowers are stunning—roses, lilies, and a touch of greenery arranged elegantly. The card attached bea
JASON. (A few hours later) The stack of files on my desk seems endless, but I force myself to get through them. Patrol reports, new trade agreements, pack expansions—it’s the usual grind. Yet my thoughts keep wandering to Stacy. I lean back in my chair, running a hand over my face, wondering how her day is going. She’s been on my mind all morning. The way she talked about opening a second office here, and then casually brushing off my offer to help financially—it’s both infuriating and admirable. Stacy’s independence is one of the things I love most about her, but damn, it has a way of making me feel a little useless sometimes.... Shaking my head, I sit forward again, tackling the last of the paperwork. When I’m finally done, I push the files aside and press the intercom. “Alex, get in here.” A few moments later, Alex walks in, his usual calm demeanor intact. “Alpha, you needed me?” I nod and gesture for him to take a seat. “I want you to send a team to inspect the ol