All Chapters of Harnessed by him: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“Baby…” he says as he enters the room, his footsteps barely making a sound against the soft carpet. His presence fills the space with a gentle warmth, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee is a tantalizing invitation to wakefulness. “Are you awake?” he asks. His voice is a soothing balm to my sleepy ears, pulling me from the depths of slumber. I stir and my eyelids flutter open, a soft smile gracing my lips as I turn to face him. His eyes sparkle with affection as they meet mine, and the warmth of his gaze envelops me like a comforting embrace. He holds out our mug, a signature to our shared mornings, and I reach out to collect it from his hands. The rich flavorful brew dances on my tongue before I even take a sip. It’s perfect, exactly how I like it on mornings like this. “Thank you very much, Boss,” I murmur, my gratitude louder than my voice. With a sigh of contentment, he sinks into the bed next to me, his movements as smooth and graceful as a dancer’s. As he leans in for

Time tiptoed through every passing day, sunrise chasing sunset over and over like children in a game. The nights had been painted with inky silence, punctuated only by the occasional barks of lonely dogs, and the rustles of curious critters. And the dawns cracked open the darkness, a brushstroke of gold against the canvas of the sky, sending its soft light creeping into my room. This particular dawn, though, felt different. It felt perfect like the world had held its breath, waiting for this very moment. The air pulsed with anticipation, every grain of sand shimmering with hidden possibility. The sweet melodies of waking birds drifted in through my window and faded out, replacing the whispering wind and the lullaby of distant crickets. I can never forget how perfect it felt. I rubbed my bleary eyes and stood at the window, arms outstretched to the light, my heart a hummingbird trapped in my chest. It was ethereal, and if I was going to begin a phase of my life that I didn’t kno

I perched, perched more than I sat on the edge of my bed and grabbed my phone. My fingers began to type away frivolously. Not my usual move, trust me. In fact, I pride myself as someone who tries to move calmly whenever in a jam, probably because the way thoughts run through my mind can be frightening, and I tend to overreact if I don’t get myself under control. But this wasn’t calm, this was controlled panic, although I wasn’t sure what there was to panic about. I didn’t even know what I was going to search for when I launched my browser app, but somehow my search ended with him on my screen. I needed to let go of some of my pent up emotion and one way to do that was to unravel mysteries. So I clicked, each article a stepping stone towards the quiet satisfaction of figuring him out, one page at a time. Alex Vance, CEO of ZephyrVance, the latest apex financial company in New York and in the United States, I read clearly on my screen, again and again as if I didn’t want to believe it