The first rule broken
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The morning after the gala felt… different.
Not because of the press—though we were all over it. “Elias Thorne’s Mysterious Bride Steals Spotlight in Red.” “Power Couple or PR Stunt?”
No, it wasn’t that.
It was the way Elias didn’t speak to me all morning. He barely looked at me. He left for the office early, no goodbye, no comment. Just the soft sound of the door clicking shut behind him.
And the thing that scared me most?
I missed him.
God help me, I *missed him.*
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By noon, I was pacing the living room like a caged animal. The silence of the penthouse wasn’t comforting—it was loud.
Loud with the echo of what almost happened last night.
Elias had looked at me like he *wanted* me. Not just to play pretend. Not just for the press.
Me.
And I had walked away.
Now I wasn’t so sure why.
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By 7PM, I was in sweats, hair in a messy bun, scrolling aimlessly through nothing on my phone when the elevator dinged.
He walked in.
Tie loosened. Jacket gone. Sleeves rolled up.
And his eyes?
Focused. Tired. Hungry for something he hadn’t let himself have.
“You’re avoiding me,” I said before I could stop myself.
Elias didn’t blink. “You walked away.”
“You said not to fall for you. I listened.”
He stepped closer. “Then why did it feel like a mistake?”
My heart pounded. “Did it?”
He said nothing.
But his eyes spoke for him.
He crossed the room in three steps.
And kissed me
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His lips were fire—controlled at first, like he was testing me. Seeing if I’d pull away.
I didn’t.
I kissed him back.
Hard.
Like I’d been holding it in since the day we signed that contract.
He backed me into the wall, one hand gripping my waist, the other tangling in my hair. Everything about Elias Thorne screamed restraint—but right now?
He was breaking.
And I was letting him.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” I whispered between kisses.
He pulled back just enough to look at me. “Too late.”
We stared at each other, breathless, like something wild had just been let out—and neither of us knew how to cage it again.
Then… he stepped away.
Just like that.
“I shouldn’t have touched you,” he said, jaw tight.
“But you did.”
He turned his back. “This complicates everything.”
“Then stop pretending it’s simple.”
He ran a hand through his hair, silent for a moment. “This was supposed to be business. Clean. Strategic.”
“It stopped being clean the moment you started caring.”
That got him.
His eyes flashed as he turned back. “You think I care?”
I didn’t flinch. “I *know* you do.”
The silence crackled.
Then he walked to me slowly, like the decision was tearing him in two.
“If I kiss you again,” he said darkly, “I’m not stopping.”
My chest rose. “Then don’t.”
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