ONE RECKLESS NIGHT
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CHAPTER 1
Lily Morgan had never believed in bad decisions.
She believed in consequences.
That was probably why she was standing in the middle of a crowded club at midnight, staring at a man she had met less than an hour ago and wondering how much trouble one night could really cause.
The music shook the floor beneath her heels. Lights moved across the room, cutting through the haze of smoke and perfume, while people around her laughed, danced, and forgot about tomorrow.
Work had been exhausting all week. Her apartment felt too quiet, her phone had been full of messages she didn't want to answer, and tonight she had finally allowed herself to say yes when her friend asked her to go out.
She hadn't expected him.
The stranger across the bar had been watching her for the last ten minutes.
Not openly enough to be rude. Not subtly enough to pretend it was an accident.
When their eyes met again, he raised his glass.
Lily should have looked away.
Instead, she smiled.
That was her first mistake.
A few minutes later, he was standing beside her.
"You're either very confident," Lily said, "or very used to getting what you want."
His mouth curved slightly.
"Which one do you think?"
"I haven't decided."
"Then give me a reason to stay."
His voice was low enough that she had to lean closer to hear him.
"You're asking a lot from a stranger."
"Maybe I don't want to be a stranger."
There was something about the way he said it that made her heartbeat change.
She glanced at him properly for the first time.
Dark hair. Sharp features. A watch that probably cost more than her car.
"Do you always talk like this?" she asked.
"Only when someone is looking at me like you are."
Lily laughed despite herself.
"You're arrogant."
"And you're still here."
He had a point.
They talked for another hour, though Lily couldn't remember most of what they discussed afterward. Maybe because the conversation mattered less than the way he looked at her when she spoke.
He told her his first name was Ethan.
She gave him hers.
Nothing more.
No last names. No questions about work. No promises.
Just Ethan and Lily.
When he leaned closer, she could have moved away.
She didn't.
His fingers brushed the side of her waist.
"Tell me to stop," he murmured.
Lily looked at his mouth before meeting his eyes again.
"I don't want you to."
The kiss was immediate.
Not careful. Not sweet.
It was the kind of kiss that erased every sensible thought from her mind.
For a while, the club disappeared.
There was only his hand at her waist, her fingers curling into his shirt, and the heat that made her forget why she had come here in the first place.
When they finally pulled apart, Ethan rested his forehead lightly against hers.
"We should probably stop."
"Probably."
Neither of them moved.
That was the second mistake.
By the time they left the club, Lily knew she was crossing a line she had never intended to cross.
But she also knew she didn't care.
The next morning, Lily woke to sunlight spilling across an unfamiliar room.
For a few seconds, she didn't move.
Then she remembered.
Ethan.
The club.
The kiss.
The rest of the night came back in pieces, leaving warmth in her cheeks and a nervous smile she immediately tried to hide from herself.
She turned her head.
Ethan was standing near the window, already dressed.
He looked completely composed.
Lily hated that he looked like last night meant nothing to him.
"You're leaving?"
He looked over his shoulder.
"Unless you'd like me to stay."
She pulled the sheet higher.
"That depends. Do you usually make breakfast for women you meet at clubs?"
His lips twitched.
"No."
"Then you should probably leave before this becomes awkward."
He laughed softly.
At the door, he stopped.
"Lily."
She looked at him.
For the first time that morning, his expression wasn't teasing.
"Last night doesn't have to become anything."
She nodded.
"I know."
He gave her one final look before walking away.
Lily watched the door close behind him.
Then she whispered to herself, "Good."
Because one night was enough.
It had to be.
One month later.
Lily stood outside the glass doors of Carter Holdings, staring at the towering building in front of her.
She checked the address on her phone again.
She looked at the company name.
Correct.
Then she looked at the email from her new client.
Ethan Carter, CEO of Carter Holdings.
Her stomach dropped.
No.
There had to be another Ethan Carter.
A man with the same name.
That was possible.
The universe couldn't possibly be cruel enough to send the same stranger into her life twice.
Lily stepped into the elevator.
Ten minutes later, she stood outside the CEO's office with a folder pressed against her chest.
"Mr. Carter is waiting for you," the assistant said.
Lily forced a smile.
"Thank you."
The office door opened.
She stepped inside.
And stopped.
Ethan stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows, one hand in his pocket, dressed in a black suit that made him look even more intimidating than he had at the club.
He turned.
Their eyes met.
For one long second, neither of them spoke.
Then his gaze dropped briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes.
"Lily."
Her grip tightened around the folder.
"Ethan."
Neither of them mentioned the night they had spent together.
Neither needed to.
It was written all over the silence between them.
He walked toward his desk.
"Sit."
Lily sat across from him, trying to ignore the fact that her pulse had suddenly become impossible to control.
Ethan opened the file in front of him.
"I assume you know why you're here."
"Your assistant said you needed someone to handle a private estate project."
"Not exactly."
His voice changed.
The warmth from the club was gone.
This Ethan was colder. Controlled. Difficult to read.
"I need you to sort through my late wife's belongings."
Lily's expression shifted.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
He looked at the file without opening it.
"Her name was Emma Carter. She died three years ago."
Lily waited.
Ethan finally looked at her.
"I want everything removed from my house. Photographs. Letters. Clothes. Personal belongings. Anything that reminds me she was ever there."
Something about the way he said it made Lily pause.
This wasn't a simple job.
"You want me to destroy everything?"
"I want you to make it disappear."
The room fell silent.
Lily looked at the contract in front of her.
"Why me?"
Ethan's expression hardened for the briefest moment.
"Because I need someone who isn't connected to my family."
Lily reached for the pen.
Then Ethan spoke again.
"And because I think you'll be able to do this without asking questions."
She looked up.
Their eyes locked.
For a moment, they stay still.
Then Lily signed the contract.
She didn't know that the moment the pen touched the paper, she had just stepped into a secret that had started long before she met Ethan.
And she certainly didn't know that the first thing she would find inside Emma Carter's belongings would make her question why Ethan had chosen her at all.
Two hours later, Lily stood inside the Carter mansion with a pair of gloves in her hands and a strange feeling settling in her chest.
The house was beautiful.
It was also painfully quiet.
Ethan had gone back to the office, leaving her with a simple instruction: start with Emma's bedroom.
Lily opened the door.
Everything inside looked untouched.
A perfume bottle still stood on the dressing table. A silk scarf rested over the back of a chair. Several framed photographs lined the shelves, all showing the same woman Lily had never met.
Emma.
Lily picked up the first frame.
Emma was smiling beside Ethan.
He looked different in the photograph. Younger. Softer. Happy.
Lily put it down.
She didn't know why, but seeing him like that made something inside her ache.
She turned toward the wardrobe and began sorting through the clothes.
Twenty minutes later, she found a locked wooden box at the back of a drawer.
There was no key.
Lily tried the drawer again.
Nothing.
She was about to call Ethan when something slipped from beneath a stack of old photographs and landed on the floor.
A photograph.
Lily bent down and picked it up.
Emma stood in front of a mirror, smiling faintly at the camera.
But Lily barely noticed her face.
Her eyes were fixed on the necklace around Emma's neck.
A thin silver chain.
A small pendant.
Lily's breath caught.
She reached beneath her shirt without thinking.
Her fingers found the necklace she had worn every day since childhood.
Same chain.
Same pendant.
Same tiny engraving on the back.
Lily turned the photograph over.
There was a date written on it.
And beneath the date, in Emma's handwriting, were four words.
Find Lily Morgan before Ethan does.
Lily stared at the sentence until the room seemed to disappear around her.
Then she heard footsteps in the hallway.
Someone was coming toward the room.
She quickly turned the photograph over and held it against her chest.
The footsteps stopped outside the door.
The handle slowly began to move.
To be continued....
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