Nicholas couldn’t sleep.
He lay in bed, fully aware that the space beside him was cold. Empty. Still echoing with her name.
Alina.
She was everywhere now. In his mind, under his skin, in the f*****g marrow of his bones. Her moan was still lodged in his ears, her scent still clinging to his fingers. He’d had her—truly had her—but instead of satisfaction, it left him starving.
He should’ve let her walk. Sent her home. Pretended nothing happened.
But when she looked at him, bare and bold, asking for more—he lost control. The CEO, the strategist, the man who kept every detail of his life air-tight—disappeared.
And that was dangerous.
Because the moment a man like him wanted something too much, someone always came to take it away.
The next morning, Alina stepped into the building with a
