ログインJaneI barely recognized the woman staring back at me in the mirror. The gown I wore was a deep crimson red that clung to every curve and the silk fabric flowed like liquid fire over my hips before pooling at my feet. The neckline dipped low enough to be daring without being scandalous, and the back was almost entirely open, exposing the curve of my spine. My auburn hair had been swept up into an elegant twist, with a few strategic tendrils framing my face, and the makeup artist Julius had insisted on hiring had done something magical with my eyes, making them look mysterious, sultry and powerful.I looked like someone who belonged at a gala with billionaires and socialites. I looked like someone who belonged with Julius Armstrong.The thought made my stomach flutter, and I smoothed my hands down the front of the gown, marveling at how different I felt. Not just in the dress, but in my own skin.Months ago, I would have been terrified to wear something like this. Hudson's voice wo
HudsonI couldn't stop thinking about Jane. It had been three days since I walked into my father's office and saw her sitting at that desk, and I still couldn't get the image out of my head. The way she looked at me, not with the desperate need for approval I was used to, not with that pathetic eagerness to please, but with cool, detached amusement, like I was nothing more than a mild inconvenience in her day.Like I was beneath her notice.I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Jane was supposed to be broken right now. She was supposed to be living in some shitty apartment somewhere or on the street, crying herself to sleep every night and regretting the day she walked away from me. She was supposed to be desperate, calling me and begging me to take her back. Instead, she was thriving.I poured myself another scotch, my third of the night, and stared out the windows of my house at the glittering lights of New York City below, but I wasn't seeing the city. I was seeing the new Jane who
JuliusI woke to sunlight streaming through the windows. Jane's warm body was curled against mine, her bare skin soft beneath the sheets. Her hair was spread across the pillow, a cascade of auburn silk, and her breathing was slow and even. She looked so peaceful that it made something tighten in my chest.I shifted closer, pressing a soft kiss to her temple, and I felt her stir slightly against me. I planted another kiss to her cheek, then her jaw, trailing down to her ear."Mmm," She murmured, still mostly asleep. "What time is it?""It’s still early," I said against her skin, kissing along her neck now. "We have time.""Time for what?" She asked, but her voice was already taking on that breathy quality that told me she knew exactly what I had in mind."For this," I murmured, pulling the sheet down to expose her breasts which were full in the morning light. I cupped one in my hand, feeling the weight of it, and lowered my head to take her nipple into my mouth."Oh," She gasped, her
JaneThe doors closed on Hudson's face before I realized I was trembling.Julius’ hand remained on my shoulder as he spoke softly. "Jane. Are you alright?"I took a breath, forcing my hands to steady as I turned to face him. "I'm fine.""You don't look fine," His dark eyes searched my face, concern etched in the lines around them. "Did he hurt you before I came out?""No," I said quickly. "No, he just tried to intimidate me like he used to, but it didn't work," I managed a smile, though it felt shaky on my lips. "I'm okay, really. I was just surprised to see him here."Julius’ jaw tightened. "I should have warned you he might show up eventually. He's been trying to corner me about the succession plan, and I've been avoiding him.""You don't have to explain," I said. "And you definitely don't have to protect me from him. I can handle Hudson Armstrong.""I know you can," His thumb brushed along my shoulder. "But that doesn't mean you should have to. If he comes back—""I'll call securi
HudsonFor several long seconds, I couldn't do anything but stare. My brain refused to reconcile the woman sitting before me.With the Jane I knew. The Jane I had molded, controlled, and ultimately destroyed.This woman looked like she belonged here. Like she had every right to sit at that desk in this building, on this floor and outside my father's office."Well?" Jane prompted, tilting her head slightly. "I asked if you needed something."I felt my composure starting to return, along with a familiar surge of anger. Who the hell did she think she was, speaking to me like that? I had spent years teaching her to know her place, and now she was looking at me like I was some inconvenient stranger?"What are you doing here?" The words came out sharper than I intended, but I didn't care."Working," She said simply, turning back to her computer screen. "As I said, Mr. Armstrong is currently in a meeting. If you'd like to schedule an appointment—""I don't need an appointment to see my own
HudsonI swirled the scotch in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light from the bulbs above. The Sterling Club was my favorite haunt these days. It was exclusive enough to keep out the riffraff and expensive enough to remind everyone who could afford to be there exactly where they stood in the social hierarchy.And I stood at the top."Hudson Armstrong," Mark Hendricks's voice cut through my thoughts. "Thought I'd find you here."I glanced up, offering him a lazy smile. Mark and I had been fraternity brothers at college, though he never quite made it into my inner circle. Still, he was useful for keeping tabs on certain business dealings, and his family's manufacturing connections occasionally proved valuable."Hendricks," I gestured to the empty chair across from me. "Drink?""Just came from a meeting actually," He settled into the chair, loosening his tie. "At Armstrong Industries. Your father's headquarters."I felt my jaw tighten at the mention of my father. Julius A
JuliusI had been holding on by a thread since the moment Jane walked into my penthouse. I was trying to do the right thing.I was trying to give her space, respect her boundaries and not take advantage of her vulnerable state, but standing here in my kitchen, with her pressed against the refrigera
JaneI couldn't sleep. I had been lying in bed for what felt like hours, tossing and turning, tangling myself in the sheets until I wanted to scream. Every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Julius. Julius at dinner, sitting so close I could feel his body heat. Julius's hand on my lower ba
JaneI woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar floor-to-ceiling windows, and for a blissful half-second, I didn't remember.Then it all came crashing back. The wedding. Hudson and Maribel. The apartment and job I lost. Everything.My eyes felt like sandpaper. They were swollen and tender from
JaneI blinked up at Julius through the rain, trying to make sense of his presence. He was here, standing in front of me like some kind of hallucination my desperate brain had conjured because I needed someone, anyone, to care.It was hard to believe that he was real, but he was. Water ran down hi







