Romance

“Damn it, what was I thinking?” he muttered under his breath, turning away for half a second before Emma decided to take thw chance when he seemed to be considering her offer.
Her trembling hand brush against him. “Please, sleep with me.” She begged in a low but desperate tone.
That was all it took.
The last thread of restraint snapped.
The room swallowed by silence except for the racing rhythm of two hearts colliding too fast. He lifted her effortlessly, the world spinning as she felt the warmth of his body press against hers.
Every touch sent her brain spiraling. His lips travel across her skin with passion in his eyes. His eyes studied, his lips tasted all the places that fascinates him except for her lips and Emma found herself bitting down on her lower lips that yearn for his attention that was sorely focus on her body.
She felt like a specimen, but she didn’t protest, yet something

If every woman dreamed of getting into bed with Brian, then Sammy Johnson was the woman every man fantasized about.
Raven-black hair cascaded down her shoulders, its blonde-tipped ends gleaming like molten gold in the light an intentional contrast that drew attention to her every movement. Her emerald eyes carried the danger of an ancient seductress, the kind who could steal an emperor’s heart and plunge an entire palace into chaos.
Sammy was beautiful and confident. Her perfectly shaped eyes and rosy lips framed a face that made photographers fight for the best angle. Her figure slender yet richly curved was the kind of perfection that defied logic. Every step she took was a subtle proclamation that she knew exactly the kind of power she held over the world and the hearts of many men.
Her porcelain skin glowed naturally, needing no filter or retouch. She was tall enough to command a roo

Before Emma could form another word, Brian’s voice exploded across the room.
“GET OUT!”

The command was sharp enough to cut through air. Emma nearly jumped, her breath catching in her throat. But something inside her, something that had been buried under fear and desperation refused to yield.

“I’m not leaving,” she said quietly.

Brian froze mid-stride. His shoulders tensed, the muscles in his jaw tightening as he turned his head toward her. The look in his eyes was pure warning.

“Don’t test me,” he said flatly. “If I come back and find you still standing here, don’t blame me for what happens next.”

And with that, he disappeared into the bathroom.

The sound of running water soon filled the silence. Steam began to seep through the cracks of the door, curling lazily into the air. Emma stood motionless, staring at the carpet beneath her feet. Her hands trembled, but she couldn’t move even when her throat burned from holding back tears.

Charlotte’s words replayed in her mind like a haunting whisper: “It will change your family’s situation as well…”

Her mother’s fragile figure flashed before her eyes, her sisters’ hungry faces following. Emma pressed a hand to her chest to steady her racing heart. You have to do this. Just once. For them.

The water stopped. Silence again louder this time, as though the walls themselves were listening.

A moment later, the bathroom door opened.

Brian stepped out, the faint light glinting off his damp hair. His presence filled the room instantly, his expression unreadable, his eyes cold but heavy with something else weariness, perhaps.

Emma froze behind the curtain, her pulse pounding in her ears. She could hear the faint rustle of fabric as he moved toward the closet. Every small sound felt magnified.

He didn’t seem to notice her at first, and for a fleeting second, she thought of running just leaving everything behind. But then her mind drifted again to the people waiting for her back home, and her fear hardened into a quiet determination.

When Brian finally sensed movement behind him, he stopped. His back straightened slightly, as though alert to an unfamiliar rhythm in the room.

Before he could turn, Emma stepped forward.

Her arms moved on their own, sliding around his waist from behind, her face pressed against the warmth of his back.

Brian stiffened immediately. The contact shot through him like a spark unexpected, unwanted, but undeniably real. His breath hitched, his body reacting faster than his mind could process.

“Let go,” he said, voice low and strained, the calm before a storm.

Emma’s arms trembled but held on. Her heartbeat drummed against his spine.

“I need this chance,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “Please.”

He inhaled sharply, then pried her hands away with firm restraint. “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he said, turning to face her.

For a second, the air between them thickened. His eyes met hers shimmering with fear and desperation, his shadowed by disbelief and something dangerously close to sympathy.

The faint scent of lavender from his skin wrapped around her like a cruel temptation. She bit her lip, fighting the tears that threatened to spill.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she whispered again.

Brian stood still. The look in his eyes changed just slightly but it was enough to make the moment tremble on the edge of something neither of them could name.

Finally, he let out a long, controlled breath and took a step back. “You should leave,” he said, softer now, though the coldness remained. “Before you do something you can’t take back.”

Emma didn’t move. Her shoulders quivered, but her gaze held steady. “It’s already too late for that,” she murmured.

For a brief, fleeting instant, silence ruled the room again dense, electric, and full of things neither dared to speak.
             
Brian didn’t know what possessed him to step closer. Something about the woman before him tugged at every rational thread in his body, pulling them loose one by one until all that remained was raw desire.

He wouldn't blame the fact that she had stripped herself naked and his towel hung loosely at his waist.

It wouldn't be the first time someone had tried to seduce him. His manager had also assumed that having a woman warm his bed would ease his stressful mind. That annoying man had then set up women for him but he never fell for it, so why this woman?

He should be calling the security to escort her out and sue her for harassment, but here he was, bewitched to a point of no return.

Emma stood still, bathed in the dim light, her porcelain skin gleaming as if untouched by the world. Her shoulders, slightly raised, framed her collarbone in a way that stole his breath. Her beauty wasn’t loud, it was the kind that crept under one's skin, quiet and devastating.
His gaze lingered longer than it should. The air thickened.

He wasn’t the kind of man who lost control easily. But with her… everything inside him trembled.

Emma’s chest rose and fell unevenly. When he took a step, her breath hitched. The faint scent of him filled her senses clean, masculine, and dangerously close. She couldn’t bring herself to look up, only stare at the broadness of his chest and the way his heartbeat seemed to echo against her own.

For a fleeting moment, time felt suspended.


Then his hands reached out hesitantly resting on her shoulders before he drew them back as if burned.

“Damn it, what was I thinking?” he muttered under his breath, turning away for half a second before Emma decided to take thw chance when he seemed to be considering her offer.
Her trembling hand brush against him. “Please, sleep with me.” She begged in a low but desperate tone.
That was all it took.
The last thread of restraint snapped.
The room swallowed by silence except for the racing rhythm of two hearts colliding too fast. He lifted her effortlessly, the world spinning as she felt the warmth of his body press against hers.
Every touch sent her brain spiraling. His lips travel across her skin with passion in his eyes. His eyes studied, his lips tasted all the places that fascinates him except for her lips and Emma found herself bitting down on her lower lips that yearn for his attention that was sorely focus on her body.
She felt like a specimen, but she didn’t protest, yet something fragile lingered in her silence, something he was too blinded to see.
Moments later, the sound of b

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