its own way. Margret wakes up, the remnant of last night's passion st

as draped around her body, holding her close. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to the cool air that surrounded them. She inhale

"Hey, beautiful. Good morning," Seth

didn't want to admit what had happened. The shame, the heat, the vulnerability, it was all

brated through her. He lifted his hand, brushing the strands of hair fro

gerously close to her ears. There's no need to be

y hot. She glanced at him. Catching a glimpse of his strong, sc

table, pulling out a black American Express card and tossing it onto

t don't let it be the last time I see y

s body gliding as he walked to take a shower. He turned back at her, the muscles of his back flexing with every movement, a sight that made her stomach tig

his, he smirked, " You want

she crossed her arms, leaning against

ard at my face?" Her voice is steady, but there is a bite t

tched him, feeling an ache deep within her chest. He had already made decisions for both of them without asking, the

Margret." He responded in a

of what needs to be done. You would

She said the edge of his words cut deep,

ushing locks of hair from her face, and calmly informs her. "By the way, I already spoke

terms you suggested. A three-year contract with the Avenir," A part of her eyes glimpsed excitedly. At least he keeps to his words, she

from this.... From us.....again," his words hit her lik

e says over his shoulder, his voice filled with authority. All Magaret can do is stare at his retreating figure, his broad back slowly disappearing do

ndedly brushing against the black card he had given her. The feeling of it in her han

spoke volumes, the way Seth operated. As she leaned back,

s, her tone tingling with emotions, "I need you to get me some clothes. I'll text you my address. I ha

cry from the office where they normally discuss business. She checks in and makes her way into the elevator. A thought lingered;

hums of the city below. Katie's gaze drifts to the two half glasses of wine by the bed, a reminder of the passion that had taken place. Unsure

shopping bags she'd brought, the latest purchases---d

k bags you put on yesterday will be delivered

ful expression. "Good," she murmured, her mind

r desires of a man. He was indeed a master at playing the game. Knowing how to reel

Even her office is a little bit colder than it used to be. Maybe she had cau

father, Jacob Devereux, stormed into her office without

behind him, her stepmother. Yang and stepsister Chanel. Bo

's all this about? You just struck a deal with the R

ack in her chair. "I've already spoken to Seth about it.

. I thought I raised you better than that. Why are you so selfish to al

ring at her stepmother. Seth and I are in this together; he is my business partner. Somet

s, clearly unimpressed. "Right. Y

ry to secure the future of the business." She responds cooll

idiculous; I don't want to hear any more of this. We

unger stepsister. She had remembered when she cried for Yang to love her just a little like her own child. But yet carrying scars of not having a mother didn't change anything. Margret's mother became married to Jacob o

p of her eyelids before she quickl

and out. The night was closing in, and just as she thought she cou

t. The dress code is form

f this man just coursed through her veins. She hadn't expected this, and yet she felt a magne

head. Don't let him have you. I