Possession
769 Words
ZANE
He should have been used to it by now.
The sight of Mira in his office, his company, his world. She sat across the room, laughing softly at something another man had said.
And he hated it.
Zane leaned back in his chair, gripping the edge of his glass tumbler a little too hard. He wasn’t even drinking tonight—not when she looked like that.
A black silk dress. Red lips. Those same dark eyes that once looked at him like he was everything.
Now? Now, they barely looked at him at all.
His jaw tightened as he watched Jason Carter, the CFO of one of their partnering firms, inch closer to Mira, a smirk playing at his lips.
Zane knew Carter’s type. The kind of man who liked to test limits.
The kind of man who didn’t know when he was stepping into dangerous territory.
Mira twirled the stem of her wine glass between her fingers, listening, nodding—but she wasn’t interested.
Zane knew her too well.
Knew the way she bit her lip when she was uncomfortable, the way her shoulders tensed just slightly when she wanted to get away.
Carter didn’t see it.
But Zane did.
And he was done watching.
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MIRA
Mira forced a smile, her fingers tightening around her glass.
Jason Carter was charming, she supposed. Good-looking in a clean-cut way, confident enough to flirt with her even though they were in the middle of a company event.
But she wasn’t interested.
And the worst part? She wasn’t uninterested because of Carter.
She was uninterested because she could feel him.
Zane.
Watching.
Brooding.
His presence was a tangible thing, pressing against her skin, stealing her breath, setting her entire body on edge.
She hadn’t looked at him once, but she knew he was there.
And she knew he was pissed.
Mira sighed, ready to politely excuse herself from the conversation. But before she could, a dark figure stepped up beside her, radiating enough heat to make her pulse stutter.
She didn’t have to turn.
She already knew who it was.
“Carter,” Zane said, voice smooth but laced with warning.
Jason barely had time to react before Zane’s hand landed on the small of Mira’s back, his touch branding, possessive—undeniable.
Mira sucked in a sharp breath. What the hell was he doing?
Jason raised an eyebrow. “Calloway.”
Zane’s grip on her waist tightened, just slightly. “I wasn’t aware my employee was on the market for business… or otherwise.”
Mira’s stomach dropped.
Oh, no.
He was jealous.
Jason’s eyes flickered between them, amusement dancing across his face. “Didn’t realize she was spoken for.”
“She’s not,” Mira snapped, stepping out of Zane’s grasp and shooting him a glare.
Zane’s expression remained unreadable, but his jaw ticked—just barely.
Jason chuckled. “Right. Well, I’ll leave you two to… whatever this is.” He winked at Mira before walking away.
The second he was gone, she turned on Zane.
“What the hell was that?” she hissed.
Zane exhaled slowly, his gaze dangerously unreadable. “He was wasting your time.”
“Since when do you control who I talk to?”
His eyes darkened. “Since I walked into this room and saw you looking at him when you should’ve been looking at me.”
Mira’s breath hitched.
The air between them crackled, thick with something undeniable, inescapable.
She shook her head, trying to clear it. Trying to escape.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered, turning to walk away.
But Zane’s hand shot out, catching her wrist.
His grip was firm—not enough to hurt, but enough to hold her there.
Her pulse hammered.
“Mira,” he said softly.
A whisper. A warning.
She knew she should pull away.
Knew she should tell him to go to hell.
But her body betrayed her.
Because she didn’t step back.
She stepped closer.
A mistake. A fatal one.
Because the moment she did, Zane’s fingers slid from her wrist to her hip, pulling her flush against him.
Heat exploded between them.
Mira’s breath caught as his lips hovered near her ear, his voice low, rough, dangerous.
“Tell me,” he murmured. “Did you really want him? Or did you want to make me jealous?”
Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
She knew the answer.
But she’d rather die than say it.
So she did the only thing she could.
She shoved him away and stormed out of the room, her skin still burning.
Still aching.
Still his.
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