Saturday afternoon light poured into the penthouse like liquid gold, but the air felt thick with tension. Kemi arrived precisely at 2 PM, her tailored navy pantsuit hugging her full-figured body, large breasts straining slightly against the crisp white blouse beneath. Her heels clicked authoritatively on the marble floors, but inside, her pulse raced for reasons that had nothing to do with professional ethics.
Kai Lennox was waiting. He leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, looking every inch the devastatingly attractive devil he was. Tall, easily 6’3”, with a sculpted body honed by private trainers and expensive supplements. His tattoos peeked from beneath the rolled sleeves of his charcoal dress shirt—intricate ink that told stories of power and rebellion and the one with Elara’s
