Elena's POV

I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me until I opened my eyes and saw him standing before me.

Oh no. This can't be real. I closed my eyes, hoping he would disappear but by the time I opened again, he was still there staring erotically at my widely opened legs.

My body suddenly went rigid. How did he get into my room? I was sure I locked the door.

I instantly yanked my fingers away and pressed my thighs together, desperate to hide the shameful display. As much as I craved him, I couldn't let myself look so... needy. So cheap.

But the hunger in his eyes made my resolve falter. The way he stared at me, raw, possessive and unrestrained, didn't feel like the boss I thought I knew.

"Sir, I-" My words broke off in a gasp as his mouth crashed onto mine, stealing my protest and replacing it with fire. My lips parted on instinct, a soft, helpless sound slipping out as his tongue teased mine.

I found myself tugging at the buttons of his shirt, each one falling open under my trembling fingers. My palm brushed over his chest, tracing the firm ridges of muscle down to his abs. God, he was every fantasy I'd ever had, carved to perfection.

His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. "How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?" he murmured, his voice dark velvet.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

"You just didn't see me," I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins.

His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

I couldn't think of anything else. All that mattered was that I was his, and I wanted him. His hands roaming all over my body, his mouth devouring and his body fusing with mine, until the world disappeared and it was only us.

I reached for his trouser and pulled it down. Then, I hitched at the size of his cock that was erect, thick and unbearably hard with veins standing out, alive with a fierce heat.

He was massive, so much more than Matthew had ever been, and I couldn't imagine how his pants had managed to cage it in.

I dropped to my knees with my gaze locked on his and wrapped my hand around the thick length of his shaft. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing the rush of desire coursing through me. If this night was destined to be nothing more than a one night stand, then I wanted it etched into my skin. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pleasure I could give, and I wanted to savor every breathless second we had.

I stuck my tongue onto the slit at the top of his cock, licking the pre cum that had gathered there before I started taking the whole head into my mouth.

"Fuck." He moaned out loud in pleasure as I took him in deeper until I could feel him in my throat.

My head moved up and down along his thick shaft in a steady rhythm, each motion deliberate, like a piston driving deeper and harder, feeding his need as much as mine.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me as my head moved faster along his length, each thrust making the hot ache between my thighs intensify. Finally, I pulled away, a glistening strand of saliva trailing from my lips down his cock.

He yanked me up, spun me around, and shoved me onto the bed. I fell back with a muted thud, my pulse racing as he loomed over me, his eyes dark with need.

Then, he parted my legs and rubbed my heavily wet clit with his hand. The feelings crashed over me in waves, leaving me trembling and breathless. I wanted more of him and every part of him.

"Ahhh...God, yes." I moaned loudly as he slid two fingers inside my pussy. They slowly pumped in and out at first then faster until the slurpy sound filled the room.

"Shit." He growled as he took out his wet fingers and rubbed it around my clit."You're so fucking sexy."

"Don't stop," I whimpered, my back arching off the bed as my head fell back, hair spilling over the sheets. I needed more, needed him to keep going until I shattered.

He wrapped his hand around my hips, drawing me closer until I could feel the warmth of his mouth in my pussy.

"Yes..." I cried out, tangling my hand in his hair as he licked my slick folds and his tongue pushed inside my cunt, swirling in slow teasing circles as he tasted the wetness of me.

My body trembled with the urgent need to come, but I clenched my thighs, not wanting it to happen while his mouth was still devouring me.

"Don't hold it back. Do it." Andrew commanded as his tongue pressed against my deepest most sensitive spot.

I couldn't hold it back. My legs trembled as I clutched his shoulders for balance, my orgasm spilling into his mouth. He drank me in, licking up every drop, as if I were his favorite taste. He was too good.

The tremors of release still rippled through me when he slid his finger back inside, deeper, harder, his rhythm suddenly quickening. My hips jerked helplessly, chasing his touch even though my body was already trembling from the aftermath.

"You want this to continue?" His voice was low, taunting, a wicked smirk curving his lips.

A shiver raced down my spine. "Don't stop," I gasped, my voice breaking on the words.

"Say it again," he demanded, his finger curling in that devastating spot that made me arch right off the bed.

"Fuck me," I cried, the words spilling out raw and desperate, my body answering before my mind could catch up.

Andrew's POV

I had tried so many times to resist her. On business trips, I kept my distance, reminding myself she was my secretary and not the kind of woman I usually entertained. But right now, none of that mattered. She was all I wanted. Her allure was intoxicating and her body was too tempting. I craved her and I wanted to bury myself deep inside her sweet hole until she would tremble and beg me for mercy.

Without hesitation, I slid a pillow beneath her back, tilting her hips perfectly for me. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us. A soft gasp escaped her lips as our bodies aligned.

She stared up at me, eyes glazed with need and lips parted in silent invitation. The hungry plea in her eyes was too strong to deny and I was ready to claim her, hard and relentless.

I slapped my cock against her soaked pussy and a broken moan spilled from her lips. Guiding myself to her entrance, I pushed in slowly, her whimper breaking as her hole swallowed every inch of me.

"Ahhh.....fuck." I growled as the searing heat of her walls clenched right around me.

She gripped the sheets, her body arching beneath me as I drove into her, each thrust deep and deliberate. Her hair spilled wildly across the bed, her breasts bouncing with every movement.

She cried out my name, her voice breaking with pleasure as I pumped harder, losing myself in the rhythm of her body.

I lifted her leg and hooked it over my shoulder. Then, I drove into her deeper and faster, the slap of my balls against her asshole echoing in the rhythm of her cries. Each plunge pressed me against her sweet spot, making her shudder beneath me.

Her moans spilled out, slurred and needy and her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure.

"Yes... fuck me," she begged, her voice breaking as her body arched into mine.

I drove into her harder, my rhythm ruthless with every thrust dragging another cry from her lips. She clutched the sheets, her body trembling under the onslaught.

"Andrew-" her voice cracked, breathless and desperate. "I... it's coming!"

A feral growl ripped from my throat, my desire raw and commanding.

"That's it, baby. Let go," I urged, my pace unrelenting. "Cum for me."

Her climax washed over her in waves, her body arching as she gripped my hand like an anchor.I slammed into her nonstop until with a guttural roar, I buried myself deep one final time and spilled into her, holding her close as our trembling bodies fused, lost in the same storm of passion.

I collapsed beside her, panting, every nerve in my body still buzzing. Damn. She was incredible. Never in my wildest thoughts did I imagine my quiet, efficient secretary, the one who always hid behind corporate suits, was actually a sexy hottie who was craving me.

I turned to her. Her chest rose and fell in quick, uneven breaths, her nipples still hard and proud, begging for my touch. It wasn't my first time with a woman, but it was, without question, the best. And I already knew I wanted more.

She caught me staring, and a soft smile curved her lips.

"You fuck real good," she whispered still panting

I smirked, my gaze shamelessly glued to her chest. My hand slid over and closed around one perfect peak, teasing and rolling it between my fingers until she gave a sharp intake of breath.

"You're really not tired, are you?" she teased, her voice soft.

I leaned closer, about to answer with my mouth on hers, but the sudden shrill ring of my phone cut through the moment.

Cursing under my breath, I reached for the device on the bedside table. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Roxie calling. Great.

Roxie was my stepsister. She had a brother, Matthew, who was my step brother and the three of us never got along. I was the oldest while Roxie was the youngest amongst us. Roxie was like the "middle ground." She supported me sometimes but Matthew and I were openly hostile. We hadn't spoken in years. They were my father's children from his mistress, and though I had once tried to make peace with Matthew, I quickly realized he was the complete opposite of what I expected. Petty, arrogant, and impossible to tolerate.

I pulled on my trousers, and stepped onto the balcony to call Roxie back.

"Hello, Andrew." Her high-pitched voice chimed through the line. "How have you been?"

"Good," I replied curtly. She rarely called me, so my guard was already up.

"Where are you?"

"On a trip."

"Mm-hmm." Her tone carried a hint of suspicion, as if she didn't quite believe me. "How's it going?"

"Good," I repeated, more dismissively this time. I didn't want to talk.

She noticed, because her tone shifted. "Well, since you're obviously busy, I'll get straight to the point. Matthew's getting married."

A laugh broke out of me, harsh and mocking. Matthew? Getting married? The same Matthew who couldn't keep a girlfriend longer than a month? The same reckless fool who treated women like toys?

"How's that supposed to concern me?" I asked flatly.

Her pause told me she was waiting for the moment to drop the bomb. Then she said it. "It should concern you. Remember what Dad said? Whoever marries first takes over the company."

My grip tightened around the phone. Shit. How had I let that slip from my mind?

Of course. Matthew wasn't satisfied being the bastard son who forced his way into our family. He still wasn't okay with the fact that father made him the managing director of Blake shopping complex, a mall owned by our family. Now, he wanted more. He wanted everything. My inheritance. My legacy.

And if I didn't move first... he'd take it all.

Elena's POV

The shrill buzz of my phone tore me out of sleep. I blinked against the sunlight spilling through the curtains, the brightness painting the room in gold. Turning to the other side of the bed, I found it empty. Andrew was gone. Probably back in his own room.

I stretched, a lazy yawn escaping me, and reached for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up with five missed calls from Hannah. My lips curved. Finally, she decided to call.

I dialed her back, pressing the phone to my ear as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. She answered on the second ring.

"Hi, Elena!" Her voice was bubbly and cheerful, the kind of morning energy I couldn't even pretend to match.

"Good morning," I mumbled, leaning back against the headboard. "I tried calling last night but your line wasn't going through."

"Yeah. Had a dead battery." She chuckled.

Before I could reply, Matthew's voice filtered faintly through the line, followed by Hannah's giggle and the unmistakable sound of a kiss. My chest tightened. Typical of him. I just prayed he wouldn't treat her the way he treated me.

"So..." Hannah's tone shifted playfully when she came back on the line. "How's the trip?"

A slow smile tugged at my lips as fragments of last night flashed through my mind. "Magical," I murmured, my voice softer than I intended.

There was a pause, then a knowing hum. "Mmm. You've got a whole lot to tell me when you're back, don't you?"

I laughed under my breath. "Of course."

"Okay." She drew out the word, a playful lilt in her tone. "Guess what?"

"You know I'm terrible at guessing," I said, rubbing my temple. It was too early to make my brain do gymnastics.

"Matthew and I..." She let the suspense hang for a second before shrieking, "We're engaged!"

My jaw slackened. I did not see that coming. Matthew... proposed?

She was already gushing, her words tumbling out in a rush. "He got down on one knee last night and it was perfect. I still can't believe it!"

I forced a smile. "Wow. Really?" My voice lifted, trying to match her excitement. "That's... amazing."

At least Matthew had done something right this time. He must have treated her well, otherwise, Hannah would never have said yes.

"I'm so happy for you," I said, and for once, I meant every word.

Her squeal pierced through the receiver. "The wedding's in just a few weeks, so you better hurry back to L.A.!"

A few weeks? My brows shot up. That was... fast. Too fast. Why the sudden rush?

Before I could ask, a sharp knock rattled the door. Probably Andrew.

"I've got to go, Hannah," I cut in quickly. "I'll call when I'm free, okay?"

"Bye!" she chirped, and the line clicked dead.

I dragged myself out of bed and padded across the room to the door. When I pulled it open, Andrew stood there, already dressed for the day. The dark, tailored suit hugged his frame in that way it always did, cutting a sharp, commanding silhouette. His hair, carelessly falling across his forehead, only made him more maddeningly irresistible.

"Good morning... sir," I said, my eyes locked on his face, hoping for even the ghost of a smile.

But there was none. His gaze was flat, unreadable and distant. Almost as if last night had never happened.

"You're not ready for the meeting. It's 10 a.m. already." His tone was clipped, all business.

My stomach dropped. Ten already? Shit. I must have crashed so hard after... after last night. My body had been wrung out from the intimacy, from the way he'd made me feel things I hadn't felt in nearly a year, since Matthew.

"I... I was just about to, sir." My voice stumbled over itself. Why did his stare feel so cold now?

"Good. Get to it. Let me know when you're done." He turned without another glance. "I'll be downstairs in the car."

And then he was gone, leaving me in the doorway, chest tight.

I exhaled shakily, realizing I'd been holding my breath. What the hell was that? He looked at me like... like I was no one. For a man who had traced every inch of my skin just hours ago, he now spoke as if we were strangers. Had I only imagined last night? No. It was too raw, too real. My body still ached from it.

I closed the door and slumped back inside, shoulders heavy. I had been foolish. Letting my fantasy run wild and believing just for a moment that I was more than his secretary. That I mattered to him. But I was wrong. It was nothing more than a mistake, and mistakes don't change anything.

By the time I showered and slipped into my clothes, the hollow ache in my chest had settled into a dull weight. Downstairs, I slid into the car beside him. He was already there, eyes locked to his phone, fingers tapping with disinterest. Not one glance in my direction.

I turned toward the window, forcing myself to watch the blur of the city instead of the man beside me. Still, every inch of me felt his nearness, the heat of his body like a cruel reminder. I told myself not to think about him. But how could I, when he was right there, close enough to touch yet impossibly far away?

After the meeting, we drove back to the hotel and he disappeared into his room without a word. His silence stung more than I wanted to admit, but who was I to complain?

I retreated to my own room, deciding I had no energy left for the day. It was only noon, but the quiet seemed perfect for a nap. I curled up with the novel I'd packed, ready to lose myself in its pages, when a sharp chime from my phone pulled me back.

A message. From him.

"Meet me at the executive lounge."

My lips tugged into a smile before I could stop them. So he'd finally decided to acknowledge his "unattractive secretary." Of course, he would choose the executive lounge. Exclusive, private and expensive. Very much like him.

I slipped on my flats, locked the door behind me, and made my way down the quiet hallway. The anticipation quickened my steps.

When I reached the lounge, I raised my hand, knocked lightly, and pushed the door open.

When I stepped in, I couldn't stop myself from gaping. The executive lounge was breathtaking and far more elegant than anywhere I'd ever been. Soft golden lighting glowed over plush armchairs and sleek leather couches, arranged in cozy clusters that invited quiet, private conversations. The air carried a faint scent of polished wood and expensive coffee, wrapping the room in quiet sophistication.

Across the room, Andrew sat waiting, his eyes fixed on me. I drew in a breath and walked toward him.

I sat across from him, nerves tangling in my stomach. Why had he called me here? What was so important that it couldn't be said anywhere else? My palms grew clammy against my skirt, and I couldn't bring myself to lift my eyes from the polished table between us. My heart hammered so loud I was certain he could hear it. God, please... don't let me embarrass myself.

He raised his glass, watching me over the rim as he took a slow sip. The faint clink as he set it back down made me flinch. Then, leaning forward, his gaze locked onto mine with unsettling intensity.

"I want us to make a deal," he said, voice low but firm.

My head snapped up, confusion flashing across my face. A deal? With me?

"Sir, I... I don't understand." My voice came out smaller than I intended.

The corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing smile. "Tell me," he asked, his tone deceptively casual, "what kind of man do you want to marry?"

I froze, heat rushing to my cheeks. Of all the questions he could have asked, why this one? My throat tightened. Still, I forced the words out. "I... I just want someone who'll love me the way I love him," I whispered, barely able to meet his eyes.

A soft chuckle rumbled from his chest. Then, without warning, he leaned back and dropped the words that shattered the air between us.

"In that case," he said smoothly, "will you marry me?"