ADLEY
Fate hates me.
I was looking forward to this project when Blaze told me who our client was. And honestly, I was picturing an old bald billionaire in my head, not this jerk who made fun of my non-existence sexual life.
Despite our not-so-great second encounter, I couldn’t say no to clients because of our little dispute. I was taught to be better than that. And he would be our biggest client so far—a billionaire.
I knew what it would do to our business—boosting the company’s image in return.
“What really happened last night? Did Mr. Creed sexually assault you?” Blaze still looked perplexed.
A girl could hope to be touched by those big hands, but that was not the point. “Nothing happened. He did not do something like that.”
“But you’re not gonna tell me, are you?” I knew what was in his head. His eyes may be focused on the road, but his mind was running a mile.
Blaze was driven by his goal as I was. It was just the two of us when we started this business. We kept in mind that client was client no matter their social status. We loved what we did, and my bruised ego would not be the hitch of getting a big client like Mykel Creed.
“It’s just my fragile ego. That’s all.” Whatever issue I had with Mykel, we had to set it aside until this project was over.
“Are you sure you’re okay to work for his office?”
I rolled my eyes. “Nice of you to ask. But he’s not the most difficult client we’ve had. Remember the brat from the upper east side?”
Blaze scoffed. “How could I?”
“And on Mr. Creed’s side, he’s targeting me because he thinks I’m overreacting and sensitive. But don’t worry, I got this.”
“Good, because I want your mind one hundred percent on this project.” Blaze knew me pretty well, considering we’d been best friends since college. “And no hidden agenda.”
“Tempting. I just told him that I might.” I laughed.
Blaze narrowed at me before he parked the car in front of our office.
“It was just a joke,” I added.
“Make sure you won’t put it on the motion.” He gave me a look one more time before he hopped out of the car.
For most of the day in the office, I focused on sketching ideas on the iPad since Mykel would not be available until Tuesday. Before we left his impressive penthouse, he made sure to be part of the brainstorming and decision-making despite giving me the trust of the design.
***
On Tuesday, I walked into the Creed Tower. My team had sent him a copy of the design I made yesterday. Instead, he emailed my personal email with three words; Tuesday, 10:00, Office. Like seriously?
“I have an appointment with Mr. Creed at ten. It’s Adley Kross with K.”
“Give me a minute.” The petite receptionist barely looked at me as she checked the monitor screen. “Sorry, Miss Kross, you’re not in his schedule.”
My brows met together. “Can you double-check it, please?”
She then lifted her gaze. She was no younger than me, and I knew how hard to get a job at a billion-dollar company like this. Good thing she did it again.
“I’m so sorry, Miss Kross.” She looked apologetic. “But you’re not on his appointment. I can reschedule you for an appointment if you want. Just give me your company name.”
“That won’t be necessary. Thanks.” My jaw clenched as I turned and dialed Elise.
She picked up right away. “Hey, Miss Kross. How can I help you?”
“Thanks for picking up. Your boss, Mr. Creed, sent me an email saying Tuesday, ten a.m, office. And I am here at the reception right now.”
“Oh, boy.” She sighed over the phone as if she knew her boss too well.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I’m so sorry for this. The office he mentioned is his penthouse office. He just left five minutes ago. Let me call Sax and help you out.”
“Thanks.” I hung up the phone.
Not so long, Sax, or the bald man in a suit, came to me with a broad smile. “Can I help you with that, ma’am?”
“I’m good, thanks.” I was carrying my handbag and my tote. It was a little bit heavy, but I could do this for work’s sake.
We walked into the parking lot. When he asked to drive me to the penthouse, I didn’t resist.
Mykel’s private elevator looked cozy and smelled musk. Everything about this man screamed the dollar sign.
We entered the same door, and he led me to the office we were working on.
“Thank you, Sax.”
“You’re welcome, ma’am.”
I knocked as soon as Sax left. A deep voice behind the door, which I recognized was Mykel’s, said to come in.
I pushed the door open, and I stood frozen instantly. I tried hard to hide my shock to see him sitting on the blanket on the floor with a basket, some plates, two glasses, and a bottle of red wine. He only wore a simple dark blue shirt and slim straight jeans, yet he looked sexy, making me droll.
Have mercy.
My mind told me to turn and walk away, but Blaze’s angry face sprung into my head.
I looked away and drew in a deep breath.
“Don’t get that idea in your head. I’m hungry. I barely slept from the flight last night. Then I woke up late and thought I would work from home instead. Come in.”
“Next time, if you will send me an email, be specific. Your email signature is way longer than the body. Text me instead.” I released a weighted breath as I walked in.
“Glad to hear there’s a next time. And noted, I will text you.” I ignored the amusement in his voice.
“You can just ask your assistant to email me if you are too busy to do it yourself.”
“I can always spare my time for you, but I don’t wanna give you the impression of a malicious idea like what happened in the elevator,” he stated.
“I don’t wanna talk about it,” I replied as I placed my things on the floor.
“Join me.”
“I’m good, thanks. I had breakfast.”
“Wine? It’s rude to decline a wine, Adley. I promise this is completely work-related.”
I tried hard not to roll my eyes. I sighed. “Fine, it’s because you are my client.”
I joined him in the blanket. Like seriously, we were a few steps to his kitchen. He could eat there, or maybe he didn’t want a stranger to be in his kitchen. Some people were very protective of their sanctuary. Maybe there were lots of memories that happened in there. Who knew.
When I lifted my gaze, he was staring at me. His focus was directly on my eyes.
“What?”
He shook his head. “Nevermind.”
“I’m sure you’re a busy person. Have you taken a look at the design I forwarded?”
“Yeah. Impressive. You have a great talent for graphic design. Have you tried painting?” He looked at my hand wrapped around the wine glass.
I swirled the dark red liquid before I lifted it into my nose. When I took a sip, I knew it was a 1995 Cabernet. This guy knew his poison.
A smile spread across his lips. Those lips were so full, and they had kissed a lot of women. My stomach began twisting up in knots as if reminding me he was a client. But the least to say, he was undeniably attractive. It even annoyed me.
“Why are you smiling?” I asked as I waved away the thoughts in my head.
“You guessed it right.”
“Guess what right?”
“The wine.”
“I’m not a connoisseur.”
“Whatever, Adley. You did not answer my question.”
“No, and I don’t paint.” I sipped again. I stopped after I went to college. My kind of family had no time for art. As rebellious as I was, I still chose another path and stayed away from the family business.
I looked at Mykel, really looked at him to see if he knew something about me. All I could see was a playful side of him.
“What?”
“Anything I should revise, change colors, furniture. And the executive desk, I gave you choices.” I pulled out my copy from my tote.
“If you were to be in this office, is there anything you want to change personally?”
“I’d choose the dark glass top desk.” I showed it to him.
He barely looked at it before he agreed, “Then, it is.”
“Decor? Curtains, shelves, sofa set—or you could use your connection to order in a French luxury brand, or do you prefer Italian leather? Just remind me the exact measurement.”
“Do your magic. Elise told me that you’re good at what you do.”
“Thanks. It means a lot. Why us, though? And it looks like the rest of your penthouse is fully furnished but this one.”
“I’m a hardworking person, but I always believed that I won’t bring work home. I usually worked with my laptop on the kitchen island and was okay with that for almost a year. I kept telling myself that I won’t need a home office, but maybe, in this case, it just told me that it was about time to get one.”
“Lucky me, I guess. I mean our company,” I corrected right away.
“Lucky me, too.”
Silent stretched between us. For the first time, I ran out of things to say. So I scrambled to my feet. Mykel did the same, dusting off his jeans. When I picked up my tote, he called my name.
“About the other night—”
“Forgotten.”
“Then why do I feel that there’s a huge barrier between us. Like you built your walls so high when you’re with me.”
“This is me when I am at work.”
“Making your client not trust you, or just me that you don’t trust?”
“The last time I checked, our clients were satisfied with the outcome.”
“So it’s just me then.” His words sent a pang of strange guilt into my chest. “Maybe because we started on a wrong foot.”
“Like I said, forgotten. It was just a wrong approach and wrong response.”
“So, are we good?” He extended his hand.
“Yeah.” I turned around and walked to the door.
Before I could grab the brass handle, he had already pressed his hand against the door. “We’re not, Adley.”
His words jolted me out of my trance. Considering how tall he was, he was overshadowing me, and with his perfume tickling my nose, I could sense him everywhere.
He’d crossed my little space.
I knew it wasn’t a good idea, but I had to end this. I did my best to gather my wits before I turned to face him. I met his gaze, and he was staring back at me with an intensity that my chest felt as if it had been set on fire.
“I’m good. If you’re not, that’s your problem. I work just fine with the project, and since I get what I want to finish what I started, we don’t have to see each other again. If you have a problem with how I handle this, you can just cancel the contract.”
He looked pissed, and that made the two of us. No matter how hard I tried to be polite and professional, I was losing my patience. I handled difficult clients before because it was part of an occupational hazard. This time was different, and he would not just let it go.
“I don’t believe we’re good, Adley. You hate me.”
“I don’t have to like you to work with you. In a few days, we’re done.”
“Fine. Suit yourself.”
MYKEL Damn it. She’s a pain in the ass. Or I am. She was so headstrong, and nothing seemed could break her. I knew she was attracted to me, and she was doing a bang-up job fighting it and staying professional as fuck. I was fucked in the head. What was I thinking? I’d never been attracted to anyone before that I was willing to jeopardize the trust of a hardworking woman. I admired her tenacity, though, and it pissed me off at the same time. What couldn’t a few days of work wait? Then I would ask her out, and she had no reason to say no when our working relationship was over. The billion-dollar question was, would she accept it? “I’m surprised you have time to drink.” Dash Chandler joined me in the VIP lounge at Night Stalker Club. He had been my best friend since college. We invested in one of our friends, Crypto and NFT Games, and we were both risk-takers regarding investments. “For you? Yeah.” “Cut the shit,” Dash called out for his drink. Thanks to one of my friends, Pyke,
ADLEY “Don’t be so quick to judge.” I groaned in annoyance as I shut my laptop close. “Personal space, please?” “Since when?” Blaze asked. “I saw the look in your eyes, Adley. He’s not bad. Actually, I admire that guy.” “What kind of look exactly?” I breathed out. Blaze knew me well, and he definitely knew when I lied. “You’re being a judgmental queen.” I raised a brow. “Really? I’m not being judgmental. He’s—” He pressed a finger on my lips. “Stop right there. You can’t judge someone for putting his passion and priority on top.” I grabbed his hands off. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Okay, denial queen. That guy started his empire from scratch. His father may be big-time, but nothing compares to what Mykel’s have now. He’s proven himself that not all the sons and heirs are brats. You of all the people should know that.” “I was just trying to figure out his personality and maybe his businesses.” And personal life, which was not surprising for many wom
MYKELMy father pissed me off. It was too late to fill the father of the year role.He’d been so persistent in being in my life again when he knew I didn’t need him anymore. He missed that chance a long time ago. When I needed him the most, he wasn’t there.“Mykel.” He extended his hand.“Dru.” I shook his hand just for the sake of the formality and this event, and I couldn’t change the fact that he was still the sperm donor.“Lyra wants to meet you, Mykel. Give her a chance.”My temper sent roaring. The audacity. “If she wants to see me, then you should bring her with you tonight. You know that I will be here. Will she be the last?”My father looked offended. I had known to have no filter. I would say it out loud if I wanted to express my feelings.“I hope so. Look, son. I will always love your mother. She’s your mother, but our marriage didn’t work out. You have to respect our decisions.”I narrowed my eyes at him. Honestly, I didn’t want him mentioning my mom again. “It wasn’t mutu
ADLEY“Check the availability of the Ratan set. If not, we should go for wood.” Our client wanted a contemporary outdoor, so we looked forward to giving her what she wanted.“On it,” Stella replied. The rest had their respective assignments.“That’s all, guys. Thanks.” I picked up my things from the table. “Blaze, are you up for this project?”“Of course. Do you have a date or something?” He smiled mischievously. I wish.A girl could hope. “Nope.”“So the planet-saver billionaire sent you home, huh?” Of course, he knew. I was relieved when I got home he was having fun with his friends because I knew him—Blaze would not stop until he got what he wanted.“It was my ride. The last thing I knew, he climbed into the backseat with me.”“A little defensive, aren’t we?”I propped my hand on my hip. “I’m trying to explain what happened because I know you won’t let it go.”“What did you talk about on the road?”I rolled my eyes. “Nothing.”He squinted his eyes. He wasn’t convinced. “Do you rea
MYKEL I received a call from Lex this morning. I knew it had nothing to do with me hitch-hiking his granddaughter’s ride. Now I wondered what this was all about. His office was classic and rich. He did not change anything since the last time I was his young protege. “Lex.” “Have a seat, Mykel. How have you been?” “Great. Thanks for asking.” I took a seat. “But this courtesy call has nothing to do with me, is it?” He gave me a shot of whiskey. “Thank you.” “I met your father yesterday. Imagine my surprise.” He sat back in his chair. I sipped the amber liquid before placing it on the coffee table. This old man knew his poison. “What did he say?” “That you and Adley are dating.” A smile spread across my lips. “And you don’t believe it?” In my twenty-seven years, even my father had never intimidated me, not in the case of Lex Kross, and I admired and respected the man sitting across me. “You don’t wanna double-cross me, Mykel. Don’t play with my granddaughter or with me. You’
ADLEY “Let me see if I got it right.” Mykel seemed to understand more than I expected. Of course, he was brilliant. Apparently, he was top of the class and graduated with honor. “Lex wanted you to work at Kross Corp., but you refused. He gave you an ultimatum or what?” “He wanted me to make babies with Gary.” “Excuse me?” He cursed under his breath. His eyes flashed with anger before he blinked it away. “Not exactly the exact words. Gary came to my office two days ago. He convinced me to work with my grandfather, insulted my business, called it a home makeover, and said I could make more money than I’ve been doing for the past years. In short, I’m wasting my time. Apparently, Grandpa invited him and his father over dinner at the mansion.” “I’ve always hated men bullied women. I may be an asshole, but I’d never done that in my entire life. So, you got your trust funds when you turned twenty-one, right?” “Yeah.” “The only thing you’re worried about is your parents’ shares.” “Yes
MYKEL “Mr. Creed?” I repeatedly blinked when my name was called. “Is there something you’d like to ask?” Reed asked. “That’s all. Let’s wrap it up. See you all again in three months for the quarterly report.” I stood from my chair. From the corner of my eye, Elise was eyeing me with knitted brows. I ignored her even though I could see a thousand questions written all over her face. She followed me into the office. “You okay? You’ve been distracted.” “I am if you stop asking questions.” “It’s not my business, but something is bothering you—” I went to my chair. “You what? Ask me to see a shrink?” Elise smiled as if I read her mind. “Is it something to do with me giving your number to Miss Kross?” “Actually, I should thank you for that.” “You’re welcome,” she replied. Just hearing Adley’s name felt like dread cutting through my chest. It had been two days, and she hadn’t called me or did anything people used to reach out to others these days. Nada! Zilch! Maybe she was will
MYKEL “What?” “That’s the difference between you and Gary.” I sneered a mock. “I’m sure we have nothing in common. But what exactly did you notice?” “I ordered pasta, and you want to have the same.” “I would never forbid you to eat anything you want as long as it won’t poison you.” “But you only had hookups with sexiest women.” Okay, I knew where it was going. “When you don’t have to make an effort, Adley. Media people set that standard as sexy and beautiful. I don’t. Honestly, I find you more attractive and gorgeous. You don’t have to impress me. I already am.” She slightly gaped at what I had said. I couldn’t read her expression exactly, but I wanted her to believe in everything I said because it was true. “To be honest, the first time I saw in you was your pretty ass.” “So, it’s really my ass on the line here. Literally.” “But your ass didn’t do justice to the whole package, and you are also honest and hardworking despite the fact that you can spoil yourself, sit pretty
MYKEL Four years later “Mykel, are you still here?” My wife stopped in her track when she saw me sitting on my desk with a glass of whiskey in my hand. “Hey, baby.” She stepped closer at a sultry pace as she took off her coat. “Are you ready to go?” “Wearing that?” I emptied the glass and put down the desk. My skin started burning in anticipation of what could possibly happen tonight. I never fucked someone or even Adley in this office, but tonight, I would break that rule. I pressed a button on the screen—our privacy was secured. “It depends.” She stopped right in front of me, looking at the huge framed cover copy of herself for the business magazine as the most influential woman of the year. I spread my thighs apart, slid my hands on her hips, and pulled her closer to me. “What are you up to accomplish tonight, baby?” She bit her bottom lip before she spoke, “The kids are with their grandma, so I thought we could have fun.” “And this is your way of fun, huh?” I stared down
ADLEY The private island Mykel and I bought was beautiful. As we promised my grandfather, we got married as soon as I lost my baby weight—it was spectacular, just as the old man wanted it, with five hundred guests at my beach house. Then we had our honeymoon in Monaco, then on this same island where we would spend a week. This was our second time visiting this property after our wedding. I promised Mykel to spend more time with the kids and him. I prioritized my family over my work, and he did the same. I lost track of time when I was in a beautiful place like this with a white sand beach and a clear blue sky above the breathtaking ocean. I watched Jax play his castle set with the sand when my husband called me. It was our daughter’s feeding time. Amelie was too tiny in his arms as he carried her securely. Despite our kids having nannies, Mykel was a hands-on dad. Who would have thought he would become this remarkable man? “Time flies by so fast when you’re enjoying watching
MYKEL Ten months ago, I would have laughed my fucking ass off if someone came to me and guessed my future of being married, let alone having two kids at this moment. I would have said, you’re fucking insane, man. But life happened, fates collided, stars aligned, and all those shits. “Babe, please hurry up!” Adley was literally screaming as I tried to scramble, picking things into my hands. “Babe, relax. We practiced this a thousand times!” I dropped things down and closed my eyes for a moment so I could focus. “Those are shits, Adley! When it’s the time, I can’t focus when you’re in so much pain.” Just by looking at her, it hurt like fucking shit. She had contractions, sweating, and her face contorted in pain. She did a breathing exercise just like we practiced so I would not panic. She was the one who was so calm when she was about to pop our baby out. She was relaxed despite the pain all over her tummy. “Calm down. Give me my phone.” She gestured. “Now it’s not the time to cal
ADLEY “You know you can always talk to me about everything, right?” Mykel was talking to his son in the study. They did that a lot after Mykel read him stories. We spent most of our time in the backyard during weekends, and sometimes, we decided to go to the park. Last week, we visited Madelyn in her home, and the grandma was delighted to see her grandson again. It was hard at first having a three-year-old boy at home that I did not raise, and I didn’t know what he wanted because he barely opened up. I tried to find out the food he loved, what he liked to play with, or even his favorite tv shows. After some time with Jax, he was not choosy. He liked blue and green, monster cookies, and blueberry smoothies. Jade did a great job raising the kid into a beautiful human being. Jax liked Knox a lot. His uncle allowed him to play with colors and tempera paints in his studio. “I mean, Daddy will buy it for you if you want anything. Adley and I are always here for you, buddy. You can tel
MYKEL My move was deliberate as I took off the last thing on her body. I tossed her panties over my shoulder. My fingers caressed her collarbone, tracing down to the mound of her breast. I leaned down, taking the peak of her nipple into my mouth, sucking harder. Her breathing became heavy. Her chest rose and fell with every deep breath. I paid attention to her tit, sucking, nipping, and pulling it between my teeth. “Babe, I want you now.” “Always impatient.” Raking my fingers through her hair, I brought her lips into mine, kissing her passionately and deep as my silent approval. I slipped the tip of my tongue along the seam of her lips. She moaned and granted me entry. Deepening the kiss, I pressed my body into hers, and her hips bucked against mine. My hand slipped along the line of her hip, down to her thigh, bringing and pulling her knees up. As if on cue, she wrapped her legs around me. I ground my cock into her. She was always bare and already ready for me. “Mykel, please?”
ADLEY “Are you sure you wanna do this?” Grandpa asked me over the phone one more time. “For God’s sake, Grandpa, I’ve done this before? Are you more concerned about me, or is it because I’m taking the jet?” “You’re pregnant, young woman, and you’re terrified of flying.” “I’ll be fine. I can do this. Now hang up the phone so that I can go.” “Call me when you land, Adley.” “I will.” I hung up the call. I was already strapped in, and my heart started hammering. I drew deep breaths when the jet started moving the runaway, and it began to shake. “I’m here, Mrs. C if you need me.” “I should get used to it without help.” I didn’t even look at Romare. I kept my eyes shut all the time. Even if I wanted some wine to calm my nerves, I couldn’t drink alcohol. It sucked, but I needed to let go of this irrational fear once and for all. “Oh, God! I’m gonna be labor in no time!” I gripped the armrest as hard as possible when the jet started to ascend. Then another terrifying moment when it
MYKEL I shut my eyes close, waiting for him to reply. “No, sir. She’s alone.” “Which hospital?” Cracking my eyes open, I let go of a shuddering breath as I sagged against the backseat. I felt terrible that somehow I was relieved that my son was not with her when it happened. I hung up the call after the officer gave me the hospital’s name. “Turn around, arrange the flight to LA.” I couldn’t take my mind off Jade. I just talked to her over the phone, and now she was rushed to the hospital fighting for her life. I tried to wrap around it and rationalized, hoping this was just a nightmare, but the more I thought about it, the more I was sucked into the reality that Jade might not make it, and my son would be losing his mother. How was I going to tell a three-year-old kid? How was I going to raise him alone? “Jesus Christ.” “I’m so sorry, boss,” Sax said. “I was just talking to her. This could not be real.” I shook my head, voicing out my denial. “How did this happen?” “Is your
MYKEL“Jade, it’s nice of you to call.” I FaceTimed with my son almost every day. He barely talked, but I was happy to see him so often. I knew it was not a good idea to expose a three-year-old kid to gadgets, but I was taking my chances of getting close to his heart. “What is he up this time?”Jade chuckled. “Oh, my God, Mykel. You put me in a difficult position. He keeps reminding me of going on an airplane. So yesterday, I brought him to a toy store and bought a toy jet just to make him forget, but he did not.”I laughed out loud. My voice echoed in the office. “I’m sorry, Jade. Adley and I have already planned everything for the weekend. You and Jax will come to New York, and then we will fly to one of Adley’s residences.”“I’m also sorry. I know how busy you both are. Jax just gets too excited about his first trip.”“Well, we were kids once. I know how it feels. And I’m also sorry that I have to move the trip. You know Adley is terrified of flying, and she’s also pregnant. She ha
ADLEY “Hey, babe.” I sat on the massage chair I purchased last week. It felt good. I was lucky to be one of those women who got pampered during pregnancy, but the work was time-consuming for someone like me who used to be hands-on on everything. I was still in the process of adapting to the new environment and position, and it still felt fulfilling despite the daily demand of my work. Besides, I had the best consultant at my speed dial. Dru had been a great help. “Busy?” I’d been busy for the past weeks. I’d visited some ongoing projects from my predecessor, Grandpa. I’d attended meetings for collaboration projects of the world’s top corporations and scientists. The hopes for the future were aspiring—to be able to build a commercial space station outer space. The plan was incredibly ambitious for 2050. “Not anymore. Grandpa left me tons of work, but it’s over now. All I need is good cuddling.” “We can cuddle all night. Besides, it’s the weekend, and baby?” “Yes?” “No more work