Losing Control
527 Words
ZANE
Zane Calloway was not a man who lost control.
Every move he made was calculated, every decision precise. He had built Helix Media from the ground up by being ruthless, focused, untouchable.
And yet—
For the past seventy-two hours, he had thought about nothing but her.
Mira.
Her mouth on his. Her body pressed against him. The way she had trembled when he touched her.
The way she had walked away like it meant nothing.
Zane gritted his teeth, pushing back from his desk.
Three days. Three long, miserable days since their kiss, and instead of fading, the memory was getting worse.
He couldn’t concentrate. Couldn’t focus on work. He had snapped at two assistants, canceled a lunch meeting, and nearly fired his head of marketing for no reason at all.
And now?
Now, he was sitting here, staring at his office door, fighting the urge to call her in and finish what they started.
Because that was the problem, wasn’t it?
It wasn’t finished.
It would never be finished.
A sharp knock pulled him from his thoughts.
Zane exhaled, straightening. “Come in.”
His entire body stiffened when she walked in.
Of course.
The universe was laughing in his face.
Mira strode inside like she hadn’t spent the last three days avoiding him.
Her dark hair was pinned back, her white blouse tucked into a tight black skirt that made it impossible not to think about peeling it off her.
She didn’t look at him.
Didn’t acknowledge that she had left him in absolute hell.
She just held out a folder. “Updates on the merger contract.”
Zane didn’t take it.
Instead, he leaned back in his chair, watching her.
Waiting.
For something. Anything.
But she gave him nothing.
Just cold professionalism.
Like he was a stranger.
His jaw clenched. “That’s it?”
She finally met his gaze, bored and unimpressed. “What else would there be?”
That did it.
Zane stood, slowly, deliberately.
Mira’s eyes flickered—but she didn’t move.
“I don’t know, Mira,” he said, voice low. “Maybe something about the fact that you kissed me last week and then walked away like it meant nothing?”
Her expression didn’t change.
But the way her fingers tightened around the folder? He saw that.
“Are we really doing this?” she muttered.
Zane walked around the desk, stopping just a foot away from her.
His presence towered over her, but she held her ground.
“What do you want me to say?” she asked, tilting her chin. “That I regret it?”
His pulse hammered.
“You do?”
A tense silence.
Then—her lips curled slightly.
“I didn’t say that.”
Zane’s restraint snapped.
In one move, he grabbed her wrist, yanking her forward until she crashed into his chest.
Mira gasped.
His fingers tightened on her waist.
He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
“Then what are you saying?”
Mira’s breath was shaky, uneven.
She didn’t answer.
Because they both knew the truth.
She still wanted him.
Just as much as he wanted her.
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