As evening draped the city in a velvet embrace, Xavier found himself nestled in his lavish penthouse office. The opulence that surrounded him served as a stark contrast to the turmoil within. Papers lay scattered on his expansive desk, their importance diminished in the face of relentless thoughts tethered to a woman who had become an unwelcome occupant of his mind. Frustration and desire collided, forming a tempest that showed no signs of abating, casting shadows of uncertainty in the dimming light of the evening.The game flickered on the TV screen, its significance lost on Xavier, who remained deep in thought about Aurora. Feeling aware that his own thoughts were tangled with hers, he felt a desire to punish her, intending to teach a lesson for intruding into his mind.The problem was that each scenario he came up seemed to inexorably lead to a vivid image: her, rendered vulnerable, in his bed, with the echo of his name escaping her lips in a symphony of forbidden desire.Xavier'

Aurora eyes felt heavy, as her gaze fixated on the moonlit window. The house was enveloped in an eerie silence, heightened by the late hour and the absence of Xavier's return echoing through the halls. Minutes stretched into an unsettling quiet, and a peculiar worry tightened Aurora's body. Was he okay? As her eyelids grew heavy, an irresistible urge compelled her to steal one more glance at the clock. It's hands stubbornly pointing to the unforgiving hour of 3 am. 'What am I supposed to do?' The question echoed in her mind, lingering in the silent, dimly lit room.Was spending nights out, a customary ritual? Who was he with?Her conflicting emotions created a maze within, grappling with the paradox of worrying for someone determined to keep her at arm's length.'Aurora, just go to sleep, don't worry.' she scolded herself On the precipice of sleep, the door creaked open, sending a chill down her spine. She sensed his presence before looking; the room pulsated with angry energy.

Aurora entered her room, the weight of Xavier's harsh words still echoing in her mind. Leaning against the door, she felt the ache of his disdain. Unintentionally, she had become the source of his misery, a pawn in a game she never wanted to play. The forced marriage hung heavy on both of them.Needing a moment of solace, she walked to the window and gazed up at the moon. Its distant glow offered a small comfort, a reminder that there was something beyond the confines of this tumultuous reality.After a while, she decided to change. As she removed her top, an inexplicable prickling sensation crawled across her skin. Holding her shirt tightly against her chest, she walked back to the window, her eyes searching for an unseen observer. Shaking her head, she dismissed the paranoia; she was on the top floor, after all. Yet, the lingering unease led her to the bathroom, where she changed into her nightshirt, hoping the fabric could shield her from more than just the night air. ****In th

KNIGHT ENTERPRISES The elevator dinged open, and Xavier confidently stepped out, his efficient secretary Claire following in his wake. The sleek smartphone remained pressed against his ear, the timbre of his voice commanding attention during the business discussion."Next week suits our schedule for the meeting, Mr King. I'll have Claire coordinate the particulars for our appointment," Xavier smoothly orchestrated, his focused gaze ahead as he navigated the corridor toward his office."Of course, thank you for your prompt response," he acknowledged, a subtle nod accentuating his satisfaction with the unfolding conversation. The details exchanged during the call delved into intricate business matters, negotiations, and strategic planning, reflecting Xavier's adept handling of the corporate realm.The call concluded, leaving Xavier with a contemplative air, his thoughts clearly immersed in the intricacies of the business at hand as he proceeded purposefully to his destination.Xavier

Tap Tap TapXavier fingers thrumed against is large mahogany desk in his spacious corner office at Knight Enterprises, the view of the city skyline stretching out before him, as he looked at the door, wondering if anyone other uninvited guest would walk through the door. Nothing.He waited another few minutes.Nothing.Finally he could get back to work, if his mind would let himHis brain was fried.The girl with the long blonde hair and sea blue eyes, his wife, occupied his mind.He wanted to erase her from his memory.But it was becoming a difficult taskThe sound of ringing phones and the hum of productivity filled the air, but Xavier found it difficult to focus. Thoughts of Aurora consumed his mind, causing a furrowed brow and a distant gaze.His thoughts revisited the scene in his bedroom, recalling the moment when he was in just a towel. The memory of her blush, the lingering scent, and the softness of her body replayed in his mind, as if she were still there. He shook his