LOGIN***~~Jenaya~~***My alarm beeps and I slam it shut, tossing with a grunt.I had forgotten to turn the damn device off.I'm off work for the next three days.Delilah had traveled to LA for Deloitte. Which practically means I have the next three days to myself.I have plans already mapped out for today.Make breakfast. I honestly can't remember the last time I cooked.A day out with Snow.Make a quick stop at the office.Stop by the bookstore on my way back to grab some books.Call Rome.I throw the covers aside and climb out of bed, heading downstairs to get started with the number one thing on my list.Make breakfast.A few moments later, I plated my bacon, scrambled eggs and a cup of juice and ease down into the chair to have them.I munch on it, groaning in delight. My phone dings with a text. I reach for it.It's Snow.‘Can we hang out in the evening? Jordan came over,”I heave, and type back.‘what time?’‘Not sure. I'll let you know’I drop my phone back down and dig into my f
***~~Hunter~~***I'm about leaving the office after a hectic day that has me reviewing reports.Iris has left.And I'm certain everyone else might've left as well.It's past 8PM. I step out of my office but pause when I saw the light in Meghan's office.She was still at the office.I stalled across the corridor. I should leave, walk away because her being in the office at this time has nothing to do with me.But that small voice in my head keeps chastising me.I did set her up for overwork. I knew those folders were going to take the entire day to sort out, yet I asked Iris to take it to her.My eyes drifts to her door.This was supposed to be a payback. My own way of getting back at her.All my life, no one has ever raised their hands on me. Not even my dad.But that day, she did and I stood there, unable to speak.That incident stayed in my head for over a week. I couldn't get it out of my mind.Freya has been going on about wanting to do this project with Steele's group. I wasn'
***~~Meghan~~***It was work over and time to go home.But I didn't.I needed to work extra time to ease off my workload. Because apparently Hunter has decided that it was the perfect way to get back at me.Two hours after I left his office, anger but bottling it all up. Iris walked into mine with pile of folders to be sorted out.Investors profile who are already willing to invest in the project.That's how much influence Steele's group has. I guess he wasn't bluffing when he said Nexora needed them.The building is quiet as I step out to get what seems like my fifth cup of coffee.Every muscle protests with each step. My back throbs, my shoulders stiff, even turning my neck sends a dull ache down my spine.But I'm stubborn about finishing up.I've got just a few folders left.With a tired sigh, I slid a mug beneath the coffee machine, pressing the brew button.Behind me a security guard says. “Miss Smith, you're still here?”I turn. “Yes. Please I need about thirty minutes and I'l
***~~Knox~~***My car key is on the table. I reach for it heading downstairs.Marcus had called, someone broke into the warehouse last night and was caught.I'm not sure how hard he's been beaten but they wanted me there before they do away with him.And I have an urgent meeting with a client.“Breakfast is ready sir.” Keiko says as I descend the stairs.My eyes moves to the dining table and it feels a bit weird, the plate sitting on the large dining space with just me eating there alone every single day.Not like it's a damn problem but sometimes I just don't feel like it at all.My life has been one hell of a lonely script.Business. The club. The warehouse. Then the office.It's like a scripted pattern. No excitement at all.Until Naya came along.I was struck on first sight.She doesn't know it yet, but she's like an antidote to me.I usually never anticipate anything but with her it's different. The rough edge in me smooths like it's been trained to respond only to her.Exhaling
***~~Jenaya~~***I let that sit for a second. “Dinner?” I repeat, eye brows raised.He doesn't turn, just nods and head straight to the door.I stared at the back of his head, confused.The things this man does and says, and it's usually with a straight face like it's the most normal thing to do.Who the hell eats with their ‘special handy man?’I cross my arms, not bothering to button my shirt.He returns with a plastic nylon and lift it up with a faint smile. “Pizza,” then he walks over to the table and ease it down.“I'm eating with you,” I blurt out, eyes burning holes in his back.He turns his head. “Why?” he mused. “You're not hungry?”I stomp a foot. “You can't buy me with food. Besides the exclusivity terms does not include feeding each other,”I watch his lips twitch. “I love to buy my woman food, you should expect that often.”My fist balls. “I'm not your woman, Knox. It's just sex,”He grins before I can say more, dragging a hand through his hair. “Come and have a bite. It
***~~Knox~~***The first swipe of my tongue makes her thighs tremble.I don't ease in.Not when she's spread like this for me.I rub my face against her, wild, feral, then drink her in. Tongue flicking, circling, devouring. “Oh, fuck, Knox.”She squirms, but I grip her thighs and pull her in. I alternate between gentle licks and firm pressure, finding a rhythm that drives her wild.Her hips starts moving on their own, aching into my face, seeking for more.My tongue moves faster now— back and forth, then it dips into her core, moving in slow, deliberate strokes, exploring every inch of her.“There,” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Right there, Knox.”I slide two fingers into her, pumping in and out in time with the movements of my mouth.Then I curl my fingers. Just the right angle. Her whole body jolts.“Knox!” she screams my name, trembling under me.I can feel the tension building within her. I keep going. Her hips starts to stutter. Breath coming fast.“I'm close,” she choke out







