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Chapter 11 - Ryan

The ballroom glittered like a stage built for lies. Crystal chandeliers spilled light across gold leaf and glass, every surface polished until it gleamed. Voices carried low over clinking glasses, the hum of Chicago’s elite feeding on itself. I moved through it with precision. My suit was cut in black, shoulders sharp, every step measured. Control wasn’t something I wore, it lived under my skin. I’d been born into this world of masks and currency, and I wore mine better than any of them. Amber stood at my side. She wore Sophie’s work like armor. Black silk sculpted her waist, the slit high enough to flash thigh, the neckline dipping low enough to distract. Her hair fell in polished waves, lips painted blood red, lashes heavy enough to cast shadows across her cheekbones. On the surface, she was flawless. Almost too flawless. Her chin was high, but I caught the tension in her jaw, the faint pulse at her throat. She was performing, and most of the room believed it. The problem was, I

Chapter 12 - Amber

The strip hit me like a migraine. Too many colors, too much noise. Screens the size of buildings flashed jackpots, cocktails, and dancers in sequins, each brighter than the last. Billboards promised paradise while the sidewalks reeked of stale beer and smoke. Dry heat clung to my skin, desert air pressing down even after midnight. I sat stiff in the back seat of the BMW. Sophie had insisted on the dress, a slip of white satin, simple but expensive, timeless if anyone saw us. Her cool voice still echoed in my head: image is survival. The fabric whispered every time I shifted, smooth against my thighs, cool against overheated skin. To anyone else, I might have looked like a bride. Inside, I felt wrapped in a disguise thin enough to tear. I didn’t feel dressed. I felt contained. Ryan hadn’t spoken more than a handful of words to me since the gala in Chicago. Not on the plane, not in the car. His silence was worse than his cruelty. At least cruelty carried heat. This... this was ice sha

Chapter 13 - Ryan

The hallway tilted just enough to remind me of the whiskey. Too much Scotch, too fast, too many toasts I hadn’t meant. Lights stretched down the corridor, too clean, too bright, cutting across the blur behind my eyes. I kept my stride steady, leather shoes sinking into the carpet with deliberate weight. I didn’t stumble. I never stumbled. But each step carried the drag of liquor, a rhythm slowed by heat in my blood. The suite door waited, faceless in gold trim. I slid the keycard through the lock. Green blink. Soft click. No hesitation. Silence hit me first. Not silence like peace. Silence like money. Air scrubbed clean of noise, carpets muffling everything human. A lamp burned low across the living room, throwing pale light across the polished glass table. Beyond it, another door sat half-closed. Her door. My jaw tightened. I crossed the carpet in heavy, even steps. My fingers curled once at my side, then I pushed her door open without knocking. Amber was on the bed, not under the

Chapter 14 – Amber/Ryan

Sophie tightened the final clasp at the back of the gown, her fingers quick and precise. I stared at the mirror, the reflection too polished to feel like mine. Midnight silk clung to my hips, dipping into a neckline Sophie had declared “dangerous but necessary.” Crystal beading caught the lamplight, scattering it like stars over my chest. She stepped back, tilting her head as though appraising a painting. “Better,” she murmured. “Almost passable.” I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My stomach twisted, but I smiled anyway. “Almost passable? I’ve been standing here like a mannequin for thirty minutes.” Copper hair gleamed under the light as Sophie arched a brow. “Darling, tonight is not about you being comfortable. Tonight is about you looking untouchable.” She smoothed the fabric once more, tugged a curl of my hair into place. “You’ll step into that room as if it owes you silence. Let them watch, let them measure, and let them choke on it.” I snorted softly, my mout

Chapter 15 - Ryan

The door clicks behind us and the penthouse goes quiet in that expensive way, sound swallowed by money and marble. Low lamps pour honey over the foyer; the hall clock ticks like a vein. The scent of her perfume still lingers from the gala, smoke and silk layered over champagne and anger. Amber cuts for the stairs without looking at me, silk whispering over her legs, chin high like she didn’t just turn my blood to rust in front of a room full of knives. The slit of her gown catches the light, revealing a flash of thigh before disappearing again, taunting in its rhythm. She walks like she’s still on stage, like she knows the whole world is watching, even when it’s just me. “We’re not done,” I say. “I am.” Her tone slices through the still air, sharper than crystal. She doesn’t even pause on the step. I move. Leather sinks into the runner with deliberate weight, the kind of pace that makes people move first. The distance between us feels charged, magnetic, dangerous. She sets a hand

Chapter 16 - Ryan

I do the thing I’ve been calculating not to do all night. I close the inch. Heat hits heat. Her mouth opens under mine in shock and fury, and I take both. I brace one hand beside her head, catch her jaw with the other, thumb on the pulse at her throat. It jumps against my skin, wild and hot. “Last chance,” I grind out. “Say no.” “Yes.” Her eyes don’t blink. “And don’t pretend it means anything.” “It means I heard you,” I rasp. “Say stop and I stop.” Her throat works. “I won’t.” The room shrank to breath and bite. The restraint snaps. I take her mouth like a fight, not a kiss, tongue shoving past her lips, the sharp copper cut when she nicks herself on her own teeth. She bites me. I bite back. The sound I make isn’t polite. “Call me coward again.” “Coward.” The word hits me like a lash. I growl into her mouth and drag the silk down. Fabric screams. Her bra gives under my hand; her tits spill into air gone cold on wet heat. I close my mouth over one, sucking hard, biting unti

Chapter 17 - Amber

The first thing I felt was ache. Not the sharp kind that flares and fades, the deep kind that settles into muscle and waits. My muscles still throbbed where he’d held me, my lower lip stung where his teeth had caught, and faint red ovals marked the backs of my wrists, proof of how hard he’d held. The shower had steamed the chill out of my skin, but it hadn’t erased the imprint of a library shelf or the sound of books thudding to the rug. And it hadn’t erased the memory of his body slamming into mine... the way his breath scorched the hollow of my throat, the taste of him still metallic and male on my tongue. Heat rose through me anyway, uninvited and infuriating, at the thought of the way he’d taken and the way I hadn’t stopped him. I yanked the sheet higher. Then shoved it off like it was to blame. Light carved through the curtains in slow gold streaks; somewhere in the penthouse, a clock ticked like a warning I didn’t need. For a long breath, I lay still and let my body map the tr

Chapter 18 - Ryan

I sat at the head of the table, tablet balanced in one hand, thumb sliding absently across the screen. Numbers, stock tickers, subject lines, white noise dressed as work. I wasn’t absorbing a word. I drained half the coffee in one swallow. Heat scalded my throat, but it didn’t register. The real burn sat lower, sharper... every time my mind replayed the library. The scent of her skin. The sound of her voice when she broke. Amber walked in. Not silk this time. Simple clothes clinging to her curves in ways that pissed me off just as much. Damp hair curled around her neck, skin still flushed, mouth still swollen where I’d bitten hard enough to mark her. The faint bruise at the base of her throat, my mark, taunted me. My cock hardened instantly, memory colliding with need. I didn’t lift my head. I didn’t need to. I caught her in the reflection off the tablet, in the corner of my eye, the way her legs moved, steady but sore. The way her ass swayed even when she tried to keep it still. M

Chapter 19 - Amber

I barely slept. When sleep did come, it wasn’t rest... it was Ryan. Not the man who threw daggers with words and branded my body with bruises. No, this Ryan was a dream-version, a cruel trick of my subconscious. In the dream he was slow, decadent. His mouth trailed kisses instead of claiming bruises. His hands praised instead of punished. He murmured my name like it was worth more than contracts, whispered compliments instead of commands. For once, he didn’t look at me like a burden to be endured but as though I was the only thing in the room. And it undid me. When I jolted awake, sheets twisted around my damp skin, my pulse still raced from phantom touches. Heat curled low in my stomach, shame burning just as fast. The AC hummed a steady, indifferent note. My body didn’t. “Fuck.” I swung my legs out of bed, unsteady, annoyed at myself. The carpet met my feet, but my body still hummed like it remembered the lie. The contrast almost mocked me: dream-Ryan had been warm, soft, indulg

Chapter 20 - The Wedding

Ryan had barely landed when his phone buzzed with a message from Tom: Good luck with your stripper... try not to have too much fun 🍆😆Ryan rolled his eyes at the message, irritation rising within him. Without a second thought, he typed back: You sound like a kid. I won’t even bother replying. Goodbye, loser.The moment he sent it, the shift in his mood was instant. The easy camaraderie and warmth he had felt with Amber on the plane were gone. Reality hit him hard, and what had felt like a connection now seemed like a distant memory.Ryan glanced over at Amber, his face cold. “Let’s go.”Amber froze, shocked by his abruptness. She thought they had come to some understanding during the flight, that they had reached a certain rapport. But now, his tone, so detached and sharp, felt like a slap in the face.As she picked up her trolley, she couldn’t help herself. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde? Two personalities in one?”Ryan looked at her and laughed,

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