Chapter 5
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By Monday morning, Ella knew something was different.
Not just the stares anymore — those she had gotten used to — but the silence. The way people stopped talking when she entered a room. The way Tanya, ever the gossip, suddenly wouldn't meet her eyes.
Then came the email.
Subject line: Meeting Request – HR Compliance Review.
Sender: Human Resources Department.
Ella’s blood went cold.
She barely had time to gather her things before her manager’s voice crackled over her desk phone.
“Ella, HR would like to see you now. Conference Room 7.”
The walk down the hallway felt like a death march. Every step echoed with dread. Every passing glance felt sharper, crueler.
When she stepped into the room, two HR reps sat at the long table. Smiling politely. Pretending this wasn’t an ambush.
“Ella,” said Marcy, the senior HR officer. “We just have a few questions regarding your relationship with Mr. Lancaster.”
Her mouth went dry. “Relationship?”
“It’s come to our attention,” Marcy continued, shuffling some papers, “that there may be... a conflict of interest.”
Ella sat frozen.
One wrong word, and she could be fired for misconduct. Everything she’d worked for — gone.
“We want to give you an opportunity to disclose any relevant information voluntarily,” the other rep said.
Ella clenched her hands under the table.
Nathan had warned her it could get ugly. But hearing it — being cornered like this — it still felt like betrayal.
Her voice, when it came, was steady. "There is no conflict affecting my work. I’ve always maintained professional standards."
Marcy exchanged a glance with her colleague.
"And Mr. Lancaster?" Marcy pressed.
Ella hesitated.
"I respect Mr. Lancaster as my superior," she said finally. "And I have no further comments."
Their smiles tightened.
"We’ll be conducting a formal review over the next few weeks," Marcy said. "Until then, we advise maintaining professional distance."
Ella nodded, numb, before they dismissed her like a student called into the principal’s office.
Professional distance.
As if distance could erase what already lived under her skin.
---
Nathan was already waiting when she returned to her desk — standing at the end of the row, hands in his pockets, tension radiating off him.
Their eyes locked.
Without a word, he nodded toward the elevators.
She grabbed her purse and followed.
Neither spoke until the elevator doors slid closed.
Ella broke first. “They cornered me. HR.”
Nathan’s jaw flexed. “I know.”
“You knew and you didn’t warn me?”
“I tried to handle it internally first.” His voice was low, frustrated. “I thought I could kill it before it touched you.”
She crossed her arms. “Well, it’s too late.”
He stepped closer, crowding her against the mirrored wall.
“I told them it’s none of their damn business," he said, voice like steel. "And if they push you out, I’ll tear this company apart before I let them.”
Ella stared up at him, heart pounding.
“You can’t fix everything by force, Nathan,” she whispered.
“I can fix this.” His hand cupped her cheek. “Ella, I’ll go public if I have to. I’ll tell them the truth. That this isn't some fling. That I—”
The elevator dinged.
Doors opened.
He shut his mouth, stepping back like she was fire.
Outside, the city glittered. Cold. Indifferent.
Inside, her world was tilting.
---
Nathan didn’t take her to the penthouse this time. He took her to a small hotel tucked away near the river. No suits. No polished marble. Just wood floors, low light, and the sound of their breathing in the narrow hallway.
Once the door closed behind them, he turned and looked at her like she was something precious. Something rare.
“I don’t want to hide you anymore,” he said quietly.
Tears burned behind her eyes.
“Then don’t,” she whispered.
He crossed the room in two strides, capturing her mouth with his. The kiss was hard, desperate, full of everything they couldn't say in words.
His hands slid under her jacket, pulling it off, fingers feverish against her skin. She yanked his shirt over his head, needing to feel him. Needing to erase everything but this.
Their clothes hit the floor in a trail behind them as they stumbled toward the bed.
Nathan lifted her easily, laying her down, spreading her out like he wanted to memorize every inch. His mouth traced a path down her throat, across her chest, lower still, until she gasped his name.
“I’m yours,” she breathed.
His hands tightened on her hips.
“No, baby,” he said against her skin. “You’re ours.”
He made love to her like it was a vow — slow, reverent, building until she shattered beneath him, crying out as he followed seconds later.
And when he finally collapsed beside her, he pulled her into his arms, pressing a kiss to her temple.
They lay there in the silence, hearts pounding, breathing each other in.
“Tell me you’re not scared,” he whispered.
“I’m terrified,” she admitted.
He smiled against her hair.
“Good,” he said. “Me too.”
---
Later, Ella sat curled against the headboard, Nathan’s hand resting possessively on her thigh.
“They’re going to crucify us if this gets out,” she said softly.
“They already are,” he murmured.
“Then why make it worse?”
He looked at her, something fierce burning behind his blue eyes.
“Because I’d rather lose the company than lose you.”
She sucked in a breath.
“Nathan—”
“I’m serious.”
He pushed up onto his elbow, looking down at her like she was his whole damn world.
“I’ve spent my entire life building walls," he said. "Keeping everyone out. But you—" He touched her cheek. "You’re the first person I ever wanted to let in."
Ella’s throat tightened.
“I don’t care about the whispers. The politics. The bullshit.” His hand found hers, threading their fingers together. “I care about you.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
She had never, in all her life, felt so seen. So chosen.
So terrified.
Because loving Nathan meant stepping into the fire willingly. No guarantees. No promises it wouldn’t burn them both alive.
But when she looked into his eyes, she knew she was already too far gone.
“I’m with you,” she whispered.
He leaned in, kissing her softly, reverently.
And in that kiss, she tasted the future — terrifying, uncertain, breathtaking.
Together, they were going to face it.
Or fall.
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