Maya is barely keeping her life together when billionaire Damien Blackwood crashes into it. Cold, powerful, and used to getting everything he wants, Damien should be the last man she trusts. Yet the more he tries to stay away, the more obsessed he becomes. What starts as irresistible attraction soon turns into something far more dangerous—because Damien doesn’t just want Maya’s love. He wants all of her.
Maya blinked. “You just said he looked mad.” “No,” Harper said with a teasing grin, “I said he looked. Which, for Damien Blackwood, is already a miracle.” Maya stared. Harper wiggled her brows. “Maybe he’s not mad. Maybe he’s… jealous.” “Harper,” Maya warned. “Okay, okay, fine,” she laughed. “But seriously-if anyone says anything, just tell…
She knocked lightly. “Come in,” Trina called. Maya stepped inside. Trina didn’t look up at first, typing furiously on her laptop. Her office was as pristine as the rest of her appearance-every binder color-coded, every surface immaculate. It smelled faintly of vanilla and ambition. “You wanted to see me?” Maya asked softly. “Yes,” Trina said,…
Whoever had sent those damn flowers-whether it was a cruel joke or some ridiculous misunderstanding-had put a target on her back. Trina’s words echoed: Office romance is not tolerated. Perception is dangerous. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. But in a place like this, perception could be fatal. “I can’t lose this,” she whispered. “Please don’t…
“I… I’m sorry,” she said quickly, standing abruptly and wiping her cheeks. “I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m-“ “You don’t look okay,” James said, voice neutral but quiet. “I didn’t mean to-” Her words stumbled. “It’s just been a long week. I’m sorry, sir.” She tried to straighten her blouse, her pride clashing with the tears.…
His gaze drifted down to her submitted documents. Her transcript. Cover letter. Even her scanned barista schedule. He hadn’t noticed that before. Intern Schedule: Week 1: Full-Time Orientation Starting Week 2: M/W/F (Office Hours – 9 AM to 5 PM) Evenings: M/W/F – Eastborough, 7:30-9:00 PM (Business Administration – Full academic scholarship) T/Th/Sat/Sun: Barista (External…
He simply thrust in. A broken moan tore from her throat. “Harder,” she gasped. “Fuck, yes-harder” But he didn’t speak. His hands gripped her hips with unrelenting force as he drove into her, hard and fast, every movement calculated-merciless. Her fingernails clawed at his shoulders, trying to hold on, trying to draw him closer. But…
Wide-eyed. Breathless. His hand on her throat. Her legs trembling under his touch. Mine. He’d bend her over his desk, make her say his name. Cry out for him. Break for him. Not gentle. Never that. But never cruel, either. Only his. He gritted his teeth, strokes growing faster. Rougher. Possessive. She wouldn’t need to…
She ate once a day, sometimes not at all. She skipped every indulgence. Every outfit was thrifted, every dollar saved. All for Jamie’s surgery. All for a future that didn’t constantly feel like a countdown. She returned to the bedroom in silence, tugging on an old hoodie and curling up on the thin mattress beside…
By 8:30, they were dressed and ready. Maya grabbed his medical folder and checked her bag for the third time. Everything was in place. Outside, the morning was soft and quiet. Their neighbor, Ms. Janice, was already tending to her flowers, humming gently under her breath. “Heading out?” she asked. “Hospital checkup,” Maya replied. Ms.…
Damien closed his eyes for half a beat. “You know what to do,” he said gruffly. James nodded, the faintest glint of satisfaction in his expression. “Pull over,” he instructed the driver smoothly. The sleek black Bentley slowed to the curb, the engine purring as it came to a stop. At first, Maya didn’t notice.…