The bar was warm and golden, all soft jazz and dim lights that looked like candle glow through glass. The air buzzed gently — not loud, not wild — just bodies and drinks and stories in the making. Sienna slipped onto a stool at the far end, shaking off the cold with a deep breath and the flick of her dark curls over one shoulder. She was here to be anonymous. Just a glass of something strong, just a moment of stillness. B...

The boardroom at the top of Warde International glowed with the deep orange of the setting sun. Shadows stretched across the polished glass table, and silence reigned—except for the soft, precise tapping of one manicured nail. Jaz Warde stood at the head of the table, a vision in black: sharply tailored, motionless, unreadable. The door creaked open. Alice slipped inside with all the grace and confidence of a woman who kn...

The lights were soft, the windows closed, Outside, the world was hushed, composed. Inside, her hands knew where to roam— Every inch of me felt like home. The sheets were warm, her skin was more, Like sunlight flooding through the door. She didn’t rush—she simply stayed, As if my heart was something prayed. She looked at me like I was rare, As if my breath was sacred air. And when she kissed my collarbone, I swear I’d neve...