Episode 2 - Forced Partnership

Camila's POV

The floor where my team, the strategy team of Apex Dynamics stayed, buzzed with the aftermath of the board meeting when I arrived.

Of course they had gotten a whip of what happened. Whispers slithered through the cubicles but as soon as they saw me, everywhere fell quiet.

I strode towards my office with my heels clicking sharply against the marble while my mind still replayed that forbidden kiss with Adrian Hale.

I shoved the memory down and made sure to focus on the merger proposal I would counter with later. But before I could reach my door, a notification pinged on my phone.

I checked only to see an email that I was summoned to the Chairwoman's suite. Immediately.

I made a turn back to the elevator to the penthouse corner office where the iron-fisted chairwoman of Apex Dynamics, Eleanor Voss, occupied. She was a silver-haired woman in her sixties.

The penthouse corner office was minimalist luxury with views that dwarfed the city below. That was to say it was on the top floor.

I entered the office to find Adrian already there, leaning against the window with arms crossed and his posture rigid. He turned and our eyes met briefly, hatred simmering underneath.

I looked away and walked towards Eleanor's desk, settling into the chair opposite it.

She steepled her fingers, staring at Adrian and I with a gaze as sharp as a scalpel. "The Asian expansion isn't just a line item". She started. "It's a billion-dollar merger that could redefine us. I heard about you two today".

I should've expected this. But my banter with Adrian wasn't new.

Eleanor's gaze fell on me. "Camila, your precision cuts through the noise". Then she looked at Adrian. "Adrian, your boldness drives the charge. You challenge each other, and push boundaries. That's not weakness, it's synergy".

She paused briefly. "You're both smart, rational thinkers who won't let ego blind you to the details. So you're co-leading this. Effective immediately".

My stomach dropped. "Co-lead? With him?". My voice was laced with disbelief that the words escaped before I could rein them in.

Adrian straightened, his jaw tightening. "This is a joke, right? She's the reason half our deals stall in committee".

Eleanor raised a hand, silencing us. "It's not a suggestion. It's an order. So prove me right...or you'll both answer to the board. Dismissed".

Her tone held no argument, and with a nod, she turned back to her screens.

Just as the both of us made for the door, we heard Eleanor again.

"Reyes? Hale? Dinner reservation has been made for the both of you to discuss business. Details will be sent via email".

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The elevator ride down was torture.

The confined space amplified the tension so to ease that, I kept my back to Adrian and stared at the descending numbers. But I could feel his stare burning a hole at the back of my head.

When the doors finally opened, just as I was about walking out, he grabbed my elbow in a way that was gentle yet firm then he steered me toward his office.

"We need to hash this out. Now".

I yanked my arm free, following him inside out of sheer fury. Then the door clicked shut behind us. Adrian's office was all sleek lines and dark wood, showcasing a masculine domain that mirrored how he was. He rounded his desk and tossed files aside while I paced, my skirt swishing against my thighs.

"Co-lead? This is sabotage". I spat, whirling to face him. "You'll bulldoze through every safeguard I put up, just to prove your point. We can't work together".

My cheeks were flushed with anger, my breasts heaving slightly under my blouse as I closed the distance, jabbing a finger at his chest.

"You're a liability".

Adrian caught my hand mid-air. His grip was warm and unyielding but he pulled my closer until mere inches separated us. The air seemed to crackle and his cologne wrapped around my olfactory sense.

"And you're a roadblock, Camila. Always second-guessing and diluting the win. If we don't align now, Voss will bench us both". His voice dropped gravelly while blue eyes...fire locked onto my dark storm.

I twisted my wrist but he held fast, our bodies aligning closely. Heat radiated from him, his chest brushing mine with each breath while the hard line of his thigh pressed against my hip.

"Align? With you? I'd rather lose the deal than compromise my integrity". My voice was low and my free hand flattened against his abdomen. I meant to push, but my hand molded to the ridges of muscle instead, sending a jolt straight to my core.

Adrian's breath hitched and his fingers tightened on my wrist as he backed me step by step towards the office door. "Integrity? Or fear of losing control?".

He loomed over me, his free hand planted on the door beside my head in a bid to cage me in. Our faces were so close I could see the flecks of gray in his eyes and I could feel the warmth of his exhale on my lips.

The proximity was suffocating that my nipples peaked against my bra and a traitorous dampness gathered between my legs. I shut them tightly.

"That's rich, coming from the man who charges in blind", I hissed, my body betraying my words by leaning into his touch. Fuck! The tension snapped like a taut wire and before I knew what was happening, Adrian's mouth crashed down on mine in a way that was fierce and demanding.

There was no hesitation, just raw impulse.

God, I hated it.

His lips bruised mine as his tongue thrusted past my teeth to claim every inch of my mouth. I could taste coffee and I hoped he could taste my fury.

I gasped into the kiss and my hands fisted his shirt, yanking him closer as I kissed him back with equal ferocity. I bit his lower lip, drawing a growl from deep in his throat. In turn, he retaliated by grinding his hips forward, his thick cock pressing insistently against my belly through his slacks.

The door rattled as he pinned me fully, with one leg hooking around mine to slot his thigh between my thighs, and rubbing it against my aching pussy.

My fingers dug into his shoulders with my nails scraping him, while his hand released my wrist to tangle in my ponytail enough to tug my head back and expose my neck.

He broke the kiss to nip at my jaw, sucking hard enough to mark while his other hand slid down to cup my ass. He gave the firm flesh a squeeze before pulling me tighter against his erection.

I moaned, low and involuntary with my hips bucking to chase the friction while my clit throbbed as wetness soaked my panties.

Adrian's mouth returned to mine, devouring and our tongues duelled in a slick heated battle. He rocked against me, making the rigid length of his dick slide up my mound. My breasts crushed against him, my nipples scraping deliciously with every nerve in me alight with forbidden need.

The world narrowed to his taste, his scent, and the dangerous pull that had simmered for years that now exploded.

But fury clawed through the haze as I shoved at his chest with both hands, breaking the kiss and leaving me with slick, swollen lips.

We were both panting, our foreheads nearly touching. My eyes were wide with shock and self-loathe. "Get off me". I snarled in a hoarse voice, shoving past him to straighten my skirt, while my thighs were still slick with arousal I ignored.

Adrian staggered back, raking a hand through his hair with his cock straining visibly against his zipper.

No questions on how I knew that.

"This...we can't...". He cut himself off, turning away with clenched fists. "It didn't happen. Again".

But the lie hung heavy over us as did the tension of whatever just happened.

I stormed to the door, yanking it open while my pulse thundered. "Stay out of my way, Adrian. Or next time, I won't stop at pushing".

Then I fled down the hall, furious with him and myself for the ache that lingered in between my legs.

Episode 3 - The Working Dinner

Camila's POV

I walked into the opulent dining room of the Grand Elysium Hotel that gleamed under crystal chandeliers.

Each flicker of the crystal chandeliers casted golden halos on the white linens and polished silverware.

My black sheath dress hugged my curves like a second skin, and the neckline dipped just low enough to tease the swell of my breasts.

I spotted Adrian at a secluded corner table, his broad shoulders filling out a tailored navy suit and his tie loosened slightly as if he'd already been battling demons.

He turned and our eyes locked across the room. Instantly, the memory of his mouth on mine against the office door the previous day flashed unbiddenly in my mind.

I squared my shoulders and approached the table, then slid into the seat opposite him with deliberate grace. I couldn't have him knowing my mind still reeled from the kiss.

I looked at the table, to find table reservation tags.

'Camila Reyes'

- Managing director, Strategy

Apex Dynamics

I didn't need to look at the tag on Adrian's side to know it was something like this...

'Adrian Hale'

- CFO, Apex Dynamics

"You're late", Adrian said in a low rumble then with a raise of his hand, he signaled the waiter while his gaze raked over my exposed collarbone.

"By your standards, maybe", I shot back crossing my legs under the table, causing my heel to brush his calf accidentally...or not. "Or are you just eager to get this over with so you can steamroll the merger without my input?".

He leaned forward, elbows on the table to close the distance. The sommelier walked over and poured a deep red cabernet into both our glasses. Adrian raised his glass and so did I, then he clinked his against mine.

"To synergy, Camila. Or whatever Voss thinks we have". His lips curved in a smirk that didn't reach his eyes but the way his thumb stroked the stem of the glass sent an unwelcome heat pooling in my belly.

I sipped the wine which was tart on my tongue, mirroring the bite in my tone. "Synergy implies cooperation. You'd rather conquer than collaborate. Like that aggressive timeline you proposed... rushing the Asian expansion risks regulatory blowback. We need phased integration, not your kamikaze approach".

Adrian's foot nudged mine under the table in a deliberate press that lingered. "Phased? That's code for stalling. The market's volatile. We strike hard and fast, or competitors eat our lunch".

His eyes dropped to my mouth as I set down my glass and suddenly, the air thickened with unspoken challenges. "Afraid of a little risk, Reyes? Or just afraid of me calling your bluff?".

My pulse quickened and my nipples tightened against the lace of my bra. I leaned in, my breath mingling with his. "Bluff? I'm the one safeguarding the billion-dollar pot. You're the hothead who'd burn it all for a quick win".

My fingers brushed his when I reached to touch the table name tag, causing a spark to jump at the contact.

"Tell me, Hale, is that how you operate everywhere? Charge in, take what you want, and damn the consequences?".

His jaw clenched but his free hand grazed my knee under the tablecloth. It was a feather-light touch yet it made my thighs clench. "Only when the prize is worth it". He said.

The waiter arrived with appetizers. I had received an email for the reservation the previous day and had gone over the menu, placing orders on all the course of meals I would have.

I didn't know what Adrian ordered because I didn't order an appetizer.

But judging from the Seared scallops glistening with butter, I knew it was Adrian's pick. He speared one, holding it out on a fork to me.

"Try this. It's bold, like my strategy. Might loosen that iron grip of yours".

I parted my lips, taking a bite from his fork and my tongue flicked out to catch a drip of sauce, making his gaze darken as it fixed on the motion.

"Mmm, decadent". I chewed slowly. "But overindulgence leads to regret". I said, sliding my foot up his ankle in retaliation. "Like pushing too far in negotiations. We compromise on the supply chain clauses, or I walk".

Adrian's hand slid higher on my thigh, fingers splaying possessively. "Compromise? I'd rather you bend".

He withdrew his hand as the mains arrived- Fillet mignon for him, and Salmon for me. But the damage was already done as my core was aching with traitorous need.

We dissected the deal over bites with both our words as sharp as knives. I advocated for ethical sourcing in the expansion but he countered with profit margins that demanded cuts. Each jab landed like foreplay as our bodies inches close enough for our knees to knock and our breaths to sync.

"You fight dirty", he murmured during dessert which was a chocolate lava cake that we shared. His spoon dipped into the molten center of it before he offered it to me. On his spoon.

"And you love it", I whispered, sucking the chocolate from the spoon with a challenging gaze. "Admit it, this merger's just an excuse to spar with me".

Adrian was silent for the remainder of our meal. It seemed to me like his control had frayed because when we were done, he paid the bill swiftly using the company card.

"Car's waiting". He said in a rough voice before we exited the hotel building into the cool night.

Outside, the hotel's valet summoned the sleek black limo, chauffeured as per company policy. The driver held the door and I entered first into the plush leather backseat while Adrian entered through the other side.

Once the driver was in, the partition rose with a soft whir, sealing us in privacy. Then the engine purred to life and the vehicle started moving, causing city lights to blur past.

Soon, the space between us crackled as Adrian turned to me. His hand instantly captured my chin. "That mouth of yours...".

I just surged forward, crashing my lips against his in a kiss that exploded with pent-up fury. There was no gentleness in it but clashing teeth and tongues battling as I straddled his lap, hiking my dress up my thighs.

His hands gripped my hips, yanking me down onto the hard bulge straining his pants.

"Fuck, Camila", he growled against my neck, nipping at the skin as I ground against him.

My wet pussy was already soaking through my thong onto his slacks.

Taking my hands down, I fumbled with his zipper and freed his thick, veiny cock that throbbed in my palm. "Shut up and fuck me", I demanded, stroking the length firmly while my thumb circled the slick head that was already dripping of pre cum.

Adrian groaned, shoving my thong aside just to thrust two fingers into my dripping cunt. He started pumping deep and curling his fingers to hit a spot that made me arch.

"So wet for the enemy", he taunted, scissoring inside me and stretching my walls.

I moaned, throwing my head back and riding his hand. When he withdrew his fingers, I moaned at the loss. Adrian took his fingers to his mouth and wiped off my juices.

Fuck!

I rose up a bit and positioned his cock at my entrance so I could sink down inch by inch. Soon, he filled me completely that the stretch burned deliciously as I bottomed out, my clit grinding against his pelvic bone.

The car swayed with traffic, adding to the rhythm. I bounced on him, my breasts heaving as his mouth latched onto a nipple through my dress, sucking hard enough to make me cry out.

Adrian's hips snapped up, fucking into me with brutal precision, one hand tangling in my hair to yank my head back in order to expose my throat for his bites.

"Take it, you stubborn bitch", he rasped, his free hand slapping my ass, making the sting to heighten every thrust.

My pussy clenched around him, and I could feel my juices coating his balls as they slapped against me. I clawed his shoulders, nails digging in as I chased the edge.

"Harder", I gasped, rolling my hips to take him deeper. The car's motion amplified the plunge and Adrian obliged, pounding up into me with his cock dragging along my sensitive inner walls.

Sweat slicked both our skins and the air was heavy with musk and moans. My orgasm soon hit like a wave, my pussy spasming and milking him as I shuddered, biting into the fabric covering his shoulder blades to muffle my scream.

He followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding me with hot cum that pulsed deep inside. We both stilled, panting while my forehead was against his and reality came crashing in immediately.

I slowly slid off him, righting my dress with trembling hands while avoiding his eyes. Adrian tucked himself away and straightened his tie.

"This... shouldn't have happened". His voice was flat, laced with feigned remorse. I was so sure it was feigned.

"It didn't", I snapped, scooting to my side of the seat as the limo pulled up to my apartment building. The partition lowered and the driver announced our arrival.

The driver came around the open the door. I exited the car without a backward glance, my heels clicking on the pavement as I stepped down.

"See you at the office, Hale. Strictly business".

I walked further towards the building before I finally heard the door close. But as the limo pulled away, I looked back, the ache in my pussy and my chest...betrayed the lie.

Episode 4 - The Power Struggle

Camila's POV

The executive boardroom buzzed like there was a swarm of angry bees in there.

It was the morning after Adrian and I's illicit car ride and tension hummed through my veins as I took my seat at the front in the boardroom with fluorescent lights.

I was dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked into a pencil skirt that accentuated my hips. My dark hair was pulled into a slick bun.

Adrian was already there at the head of the polished mahogany table and his suit jacket slung over the chair back with his sleeves rolled up to reveal muscular forearms.

He hadn't looked in my direction when I had entered but the air between us crackled as though charged with the ghost of his cock buried deep inside me.

The merger team soon started filtering in with analysts, lawyers, and the Chairwoman's assistant settling down with notepads and laptops. Adrian launched into the strategy session without preamble. His voice was commanding as he projected slides onto the screen.

"The Asian expansion demands aggression. We lock in suppliers now, undercut competitors on pricing, and push the timeline to Q3 rollout. No delays, no hand-holding".

My pen tapped sharply against my notepad, the sound cutting through his monologue. I leaned forward, locking my eyes onto his. "That's reckless, Hale. Ramming through without due filing invites lawsuits and market backlash. We integrate sustainably-vet partners, phase the rollout. Your bulldozer tactics will tank the billion-dollar deal before it launches".

He pivoted to face me, his chair creaking under his weight, while blue eyes narrowed. "Sustainably? That's corporate jargon for cowardice. The board appointed us to lead, not tiptoe. If you're scared of bold moves, step aside, Reyes. I'll handle it solo".

The room shifted uncomfortably as murmurs rippled among the team, but I didn't flinch. Instead, I rose, palms flat on the table, with my blouse straining against my breasts as I closed the distance to his end.

"Step aside?". I scoffed. "You mean let you sabotage everything with your ego? This isn't a solo conquest, it's a merger. We collaborate, or I escalate to Voss. Your 'bold moves' nearly cost us the last acquisition".

Adrian stood too, towering over me as his chest was inches from mine. The scent of his cologne...woody and masculine as usual, invaded my space, stirring memories of sweat-slicked skin and desperate thrusts.

I shook my head.

"Escalate?". He snapped, bringing me back to the moment. "Go ahead. But you know damn well my strategies win. Yours are safe bets that bore the investors. Admit it, you push back because you crave the fight".

My breath hitched as heat flooded my cheeks. Although the heat wasn't just anger, his proximity ignited that forbidden spark that made my nipples pebble under the thin fabric of my blouse.

"Crave? The only thing I crave is seeing you fail spectacularly. You steamroll everyone, including me, but not this time".

He stepped closer, our bodies nearly brushing, making the boardroom fade to a distant hum. His hand twitched at his side, as if fighting the urge to grab my wrist.

"Including you?". He asked, voice dropping low and venomous. "Is that what last night was? You riding my cock like you owned it, begging for more?".

I knew the whisper was for my ears only but it sent a jolt straight to my core, making my pussy clench with unwelcome arousal. My lips parted as fury and desire twisted in my gut.

I could feel the pull, the magnetic draw to close the gap and crush my mouth against his right there amid the witnesses but I couldn't. Our stares locked and our hot, ragged breaths mingled while the almost-kiss hung like a live wire that was inches from snapping.

A cough from the far end of the table shattered the moment.

"Uh, perhaps we table this and reconvene?".

It was one of the analyst that suggested it with a tentative voice.

Adrian broke eye contact first with clenched jaw. "Meeting adjourned. Camila, my office. Now. We finish this".

I nodded curtly, gathering my files as the team dispersed with whispers trailing them.

As soon as we got into his corner office, the door clicked shut behind us, the lock engaging with a decisive snick. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city skyline, but the blinds were already half-drawn, casting shadows inside.

"You think you can dictate terms?". Adrian snarled, rounding on me, then backing me against the heavy oak desk.

His hands slammed down on either side of my hips, caging me in. I shoved at his chest but my fingers curled into his shirt instead, yanking him closer. "And you think you can fuck me into submission? This is business, not your personal conquest".

The lie burned on my tongue that as soon as it came out, our bodies pressed together and Adrian's mouth crashed down on mine in a brutal kiss.

The kiss was all teeth and tongue. I felt like he wanted to punish my resistance so I bit his lower lip hard enough to draw a growl while raking my nails down his back through the fabric of his suit.

He spun me around, bending me over the desk with rough hands. He then hiked up my skirt up to my waist making the papers, documents and files to scatter.

"Stubborn little slut", he muttered, palming my ass and squeezing the firm flesh before yanking my panties down my thighs.

My pussy was already slick, exposed to the cool air and aching for his invasion.

I badly wanted him to bury his cock inside me so I arched back, grinding against his crotch where his cock strained rock-hard against his zipper. "Fuck you, Adrian. Make it quick before someone knocks".

He didn't waste time, unzipping and shoving his pants down just enough to free his thick shaft. The head nudged my entrance that was slick with arousal. And he thrust in with one savage stroke, burying himself balls-deep.

I gasped because the stretch was painful and my walls fluttered around his girth as he filled me completely.

"Take it", he grunted, gripping my hips bruisingly and pulling out only to slam back in, causing the desk to creak under the force.

Each pounding drive was angry and desperate as his cock dragged along my sensitive inner walls, hitting deep with a punishing rhythm. I moaned continuously, bracing on my elbows while pushing back to meet him, my breasts bouncing with every impact as my nipples scraped the wood through my blouse.

"Harder, you bastard", I demanded in a voice that was muffled against my arm while clenching my pussy to squeeze him tighter.

Adrian's hand fisted my hair, loosening the bun and yanking my head back to expose my neck, where he sank his teeth, marking me with a sharp bite. The pain spiked my pleasure as my untouched clit throbbed while his balls slapped against me with wet smacks.

He reached around, fingers finding my swollen clit to rub furious circles that made me buck.

"Come on my cock, Camila. Show me how much you hate this".

His thrusts grew erratic, hips snapping faster. Soon, I shattered first, orgasm rippling through me as my pussy spasmed wildly, juices soaking his length while I cried out, biting my fist to stifle the sound.

Adrian followed with a guttural groan, slamming deep one last time as his cock pulsed, pumping hot cum into me, filing me to the point of overflow. The cum leaked down my thighs as he stilled, the both of us panting.

Reality seeped in like cold water, just like how it did after we fucked in the limo the previous day. He pulled out abruptly and instantly tucked himself away with jerky movements.

I straightened, smoothing my skirt, and wiping at the mess between my legs with trembling fingers. Neither of us met the other's eyes.

"This changes nothing", Adrian said flatly, adjusting his tie. "Strategy stands".

"Get bent", I retorted and quickly put my hair back in a bun, smoothening it before snatching my files and striding to the door. "We're equals in this, Hale. Don't forget it".

I shut the door behind me, walking away with the disarray of our angry surrender.

It would never happen again. I silently promised myself.

Once was a mistake.

Twice, the last straw.

What I would focus on, was the investor I was meeting the next day.