Elias’s pov :
I stormed out of the penthouse, the echo of the slamming door ringing in my ears like a gunshot. The contract was signed and Naomi's fate sealed in ink and her reluctant submission.
But victory tasted bitter, laced with the lingering scent of her heat on my skin, her tears and pleas haunting me. I needed air, distance, anything to clear the fog of rage and unwanted desire clouding my mind. The elevator descended smoothly to the underground parking garage, the soft hum mocking my turbulent thoughts.
The garage was a cavern of polished concrete and gleaming luxury vehicles, my collection of sleek black sedans and sports cars lined up like obedient soldiers.
I spotted Adrian immediately, my beta assistant, leaning against the hood of my favorite Mercedes, arms cros
