Adrianna’s POV
Five years ago
I felt him freeze. He was like a statute, unmoving and unresponsive. I deepened the kiss, letting my tongue trace his, eager for a reaction.
Nothing.
I moved away, my face burning. “I… I think it was the wine.”
He moved suddenly, his hand cupping my nape and pulling me to him. The kiss was fast and urgent, almost desperate. His fingers fisted in my hair and tilted my face backward so he could spread slow, drugging kisses along my jaw and my ear. I bit back a moan, scared that any sounds I made would ruin this moment.
His hand pressed at the small of my back, bringing me even closer to him. The hand in my hair let go, brushing the buttons of my blouse and I felt his lips against my neck.
“I’ve wanted this for a long time.” He whispers close to my ear, his voice low with desire. “Everyday since you became my assistant.”
His low, deep words sent heat pooling in my belly. His fingers made short work of my buttons, easing me back so I lay on the carpet, bared to him. His hands cover my breasts in my bra, easing my straps down and freeing me to his hungry gaze.
“I've wondered what you’d look like on my desk with your skirt bunched up…” He reached for the hem of my skirt, pulling it up so my skirt stayed bunched up at my waist.
I dug my hands in his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. The urgency I felt both scared and exhilarated me. I had never known that skin could feel so wonderful against mine. His fingers brushed the hem of my panties and paused.
“Listen…” he said, looking into my eyes. He sounded like he was in pain. “If you’re having doubts about this. Or if you feel like you don't want this, you can leave. At any point…”
I brought his lips down to mine. I wanted this. I wanted him. I just didn’t want us to come back to reality and think of all the reasons why we shouldn’t be together. He slipped my underwear off.
He parted my thighs, smiling as he swallowed my gasp in his kiss. His fingers moved in strokes at the juncture of my thighs, finding a spot that turned my legs to jelly and made my back arch in response.
The world seemed to dissolve around me, narrowing down to the mind numbing pleasure of his hands. I moaned out in ecstasy as the first waves of a climax hit me. My mind went blank, almost like I had dissolved into a thousand, boneless pieces.
I looked up in a daze to see him undressing with urgency. He shrugged his shirt off and freed himself, coming back down to me. I heard him whisper in my ear as he kissed my neck, murmuring about how beautiful and desirable I was.
I had never felt desirable before. He made me feel like I was the most beautiful woman he had ever met.
“Progress?” Daddy asked as I settled into the back seat of his car and his driver shut the door securely behind me. My father was a pudgy man with brown hair and blue eyes. Everyone said I looked like my mother, which seemed to annoy him more then my presence did. He was always dressed impeccably as he was now in a black suit and handmade shoes.
“He… he won’t be doing the Canyon investment anymore.” I said. Daddy had only let me intern at Houston investments on the condition that I report everything Lance did to him. He had suspicions that Lance was growing ambitious and was buying shares of Houston Group secretly. He has even, according to Daddy, begun gaining the trust of board members so he could be appointed as CEO of Houston investments, taking over from Wade, my brother-in-law who was the current CEO.
For the past two months, I had done that once a week. At first, I hadn’t cared much about it and I had done as Daddy asked. I got to know Lance over the course of the two months I had worked with him. I knew that though he was ambitious, he wasn’t grasping. Also, if the board decided that Lance would make a better CEO than Wade, it was probably due to common sense, rather then Lance trying to gain their trust. Now, giving these reports make me feel filthy.
I didn't want to tell him about the fact that Lance and I loved each other. I felt like telling him would taint the memory.
“I heard he called it off because of you.”
I swallowed. “It’s nothing…” I began.
“Considering the fact that you've been sleeping with him for almost a month now,” Daddy said coldly, his hard gaze settling on me. “It would be rather safe to say that our respective understandings of the word “nothing” differ substantially.”
My eyes snapped to his, a chill running up my spine. How had he found out?
Lance had wanted to make it relationship public, but I had chickened out. I didn't want other people at Houston Investments to think I was unprofessional and just using my father's name to get whatever and whomever I wanted. Also, I didn't want Daddy or anyone in my family to find out about it because they would cheapen what we felt for each other and make it feel wrong or dirty.
“Oh, I didn't put any detectives on your tail.” He said flippantly. “But surveillance cameras are set aside for safety purposes, not so I get to see my daughter having sex at work. With a man I told her to keep tabs on.”
My face felt blotchy and hot and a tear rolled down my cheek. I brushed at it stubbornly.
“Well I suppose that's for the best.” He said, smiling down at me. In that moment I realized how much I hated his smile. “You're probably better at sleeping with him than scoutinginvestments.” He sighed. “The things I get for having such a beautiful daughter.”
He motioned to Willis, his bodyguard, who held the door open for me so I could get out. Normally, I would have felt hurt and insulted, but I guess I wanted to be away from Daddy as much as he wanted to be away from me. He flung a manila envelope out the window and it landed with a thud at my feet.
“Get him to sign those, and hand in your resignation.”
Her eyes are wet, her lips swollen. She shakes her head slowly, a tear slipping free. “No.”That single word unleashes him.He thrusts inside in one powerful stroke, burying himself deep. She cries out, her back arching against the wall, her legs wrapping around his hips by instinct. The stretch is unbearable and intoxicating, pain mixing with pleasure until she can’t tell them apart.“Fuck,” he groans into her neck, his hands gripping her thighs like he’ll never let go. “So tight… always so damn tight.”Her fingers clutch his shoulders desperately, digging into his skin. “Lance—ahh—”He pulls back and drives into her again, harder, deeper. The wall rattles with the force. Her moans spill out, uncontrolled, and he silences them with his mouth, kissing her like he wants to consume every sound she makes.His pace builds, relentless, each thrust stealing her breath, shaking her to the core. Her tears smear across his cheek as he kisses her, tasting salt and need.“ Your body—” he slams i
He kisses her again, swallowing the sound, his tongue tangling with hers in a bruising clash. Every touch, every kiss, is war and surrender all at once.She writhes against him, torn between shame and need, between the ghost of her tears and the fire in his hands.When he pulls back, his lips trail down her throat, over her collarbone, lower. She trembles as his mouth closes over her nipple through the lace, his teeth grazing, his tongue hot and relentless.Her cry echoes in the quiet room, desperate, unguarded. She grips the back of his head, not pushing him away but pulling him closer.Her body betrays her. And she knows it.But so does he.Adrianna’s cry still lingers in the air, her chest heaving, her back arched as Lance’s mouth lingers against her breast. Every nerve in her body feels raw, alive, begging and terrified all at once.She grips his hair, nails digging into his scalp, unable to pull away.“Lance…” her voice quivers, broken, yet not resisting.He lifts his head slowly
The corner of Lance’s mouth twitches, the faintest trace of approval. He leans back, watching her, studying her as if measuring the weight of her words.But then—something shifts.His gaze lowers. Slowly. From her face to her throat. To the light blouse stretched across her chest. Her breath quickens as she feels the weight of his eyes, heavy, deliberate.She notices, too late, the way the cold air in the room has betrayed her—the subtle hardening of her nipples against the thin fabric.Heat flares in her cheeks. She grabs for her jacket on the sofa beside her, clutching it to her chest. “Don’t.” Her voice is a whisper, desperate.“Stop.”The command halts her. His tone is sharp, brooking no argument.Her chest heaves. Her fingers clutch the jacket tighter, but she doesn’t move. She can’t.Lance’s voice drops lower, rougher, the kind of tone that vibrates in the air between them. “You know what I want right now?”Her heart pounds. “Lance—”“I want one thing.” His gaze locks onto hers,
Adrianna stays by the door long after Lance has gone. Her knees are drawn tight to her chest, her arms wound around them as though she could hold herself together. But she can’t. Her body trembles, broken sobs tearing through her throat until it aches raw.The silence of the apartment presses down on her, heavy and merciless. His voice still echoes in her head—the rage, the disgust, the way he had looked at her as though she were both poison and punishment.Her tears blur the dim glow of the hallway light that seeps in through the crack under the door. She presses her forehead to her knees and whispers to herself, over and over, “It’s over. He’s gone. He’s gone.”But the words don’t ease the ache. They only make it sharper.She stays there for what feels like hours, her body folding into itself, her mind spiraling through guilt and grief. Then—The lock clicks.Adrianna stiffens. Her head snaps up, her pulse hammering so hard it hurts. The metallic sound is unmistakable: the slow, del
The sound that erupts from him is sharp, jagged, uncontainable.“Ran?” His voice rises, raw and violent. “You think running solves anything?”Adrianna flinches, her back pressing harder into the door. His fury is a storm unleashed, and she feels like a fragile leaf caught in the winds.“Do you know what it was like?” Lance’s voice shakes—not from weakness, but from years of buried rage finally clawing its way free. “Do you know what I went through while you were gone? Three years locked in a cell, Adrianna. Three years rotting while my name was spat on, while my family was destroyed.”His eyes blaze, and his hands clench so tight his knuckles whiten. “And all the while I asked myself—why? What did I do to you? What did I ever do to your family to deserve that betrayal?”Adrianna sobs harder, her voice small against his roar. “It wasn’t me, Lance. I didn’t—”“Don’t you dare!” he snaps, cutting her off. “Don’t you dare pretend you had no power. You were the one who signed those papers.
Her throat tightens. She can’t answer. Her eyes sting, blurring against the sharp outline of his face.Because the Lance standing before her is the man the world knows: arrogant, devastatingly handsome, merciless. His jaw sculpted from marble, lips curved in the ghost of a smirk that promises both pleasure and destruction.But she can’t unsee Lance from the cemetery—the broken man, shoulders trembling, Bianca’s words cutting him open, his tears spilling onto the earth where his mother lies.The two versions crash together inside her chest until she can’t hold herself upright anymore.Her lips tremble. And then—without warning, without control—her emotions spill out.Adrianna bursts into tears.Her sobs come raw and jagged, cracking through the tense silence of the apartment. Her knees threaten to buckle beneath her as the tears stream down her cheeks.Lance freezes. His eyes widened, if only slightly, at the sudden shattering of her composure. The cruel smirk falters. For a fleeting h