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SOUL TIES

Name: SOUL TIES
Rating: 5.0 (1 reviews)

Missywrites

Romance | Ongoing

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I knew it was wrong. I always knew. But somehow, I kept ending up here-trapped in the same cycle. Each night, I'd whisper to myself, "No, Elle, you can't keep doing this." But by the next day, it was as if my memory had been wiped clean. Somehow, I'd find myself in his arms again, longing to be kissed, touched, and caressed by him. He consumed me-completely. But being with him was wrong. It was never meant to be. We were never supposed to be together, and we never truly would be. I told myself that over and over again, drowning in guilt for all I'd done and for the pain I was causing-for chasing my selfish desires at the expense of someone I claimed to love. Someone innocent. Tender. Compassionate. Someone who didn't deserve any of it. But as they say: you can't help who you fall in love with. Love... it can be a blessing, but it can just as easily be a curse. A two-faced phenomenon I never quite understood, yet felt so deeply that it buried its claws into my soul. And if someone tried to rip it out of me, it would tear me to pieces. It would ruin me. And the truth is-I didn't want it removed. I loved the bittersweetness of it. The rush. The secrecy. The danger. Like that night at the dining table. He sat right beside me. A perfect angle for a little foreplay, with that oversized tablecloth hanging low enough to shield our sins. That tablecloth deserved an Oscar (chuckles softly). He made me take risks I never thought I'd be bold enough to take. He used to say there were layers to me-layers only a few people could ever reach. That he was lucky to be the one who reached the deepest parts of me. And he was right. Kendrick was my first. In everything. A love so forbidden, so distasteful, it almost felt perfect-at least, to me. Some might say I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had. But I was his to yield, to bend, to explore. Like a knight and his two-edged sword-we went hand in hand, inseparable. But when put together, we caused more harm than good. And that's exactly what we did. We hurt so many people. But me-I hurt her the most. Not Kendrick. Me. And for that, I will never forgive myself. -Ellen Davies

Modern Betrayal Love triangle CEO Attractive Romance Workplace

Chapter 1 A TYPICAL SATURDAY

05-28 02:15

Chapter 1 A TYPICAL SATURDAY

The room was quiet-almost too quiet. Too warm. My skin tingled under his touch, and every damning breath felt like a promise waiting to be broken.

His mouth was already at the hollow of my neck, ready to devour. One hand slid slowly, teasingly, under my dress while the other cupped the small of my back, pulling me closer-as if we could get any closer. At some point, it felt like our bodies might merge from sheer proximity. It was driving me insane.

The air in the room was electric. Goosebumps erupted all over me. Any second now, I'd come undone.

He stared into my eyes as if pleading, his lips brushing mine, tongue begging for entrance-

That's when the door opened.

We sprang apart in sync. Luckily, we weren't too undressed-otherwise it would have been a whole scandal. I quickly straightened myself and rushed to the front door.

Relief washed over me when I saw the intruder.

It was my PA-Nicholas.

He stood at the door, holding out a file. "Good morning, ma. The Heidi documents you asked for."

I exhaled. "Thank you, Nicholas."

I was a realtor-one of the best-working at Maddison & Beers Realtor Agency. And I wasn't just good at my job; I was damn good. Well on my way to becoming the youngest senior partner, and there was nothing that could stop me.

Yes, I'm resilient. Hardworking. Tenacious. Your typical ambitious woman-and I lived for it.

My daily fix?

Waking up at 4 a.m.

Hitting the gym.

Tearing through emails.

Picking out the most extravagant corporate boss dress, fitted to perfection with just enough cut to accentuate my curves-a subtle tease, never too much, always leaving them on their toes.

When I walked into a room, I owned it.

Perfect car.

Perfect house.

Perfect shoes.

Perfect job.

I loved my life-and my life loved me back.

"You didn't have to show up this early," I said, eyeing Nicholas. "It's the weekend."

"Well, ma'am," he replied with a confident smile, "I know better than to arrive late. As you always say: be on guard-always ready to grab opportunities life throws your way. There's no such thing as a 'relaxing weekend' in our profession."

I mentally applauded him.

I'm not easily impressed. In fact, I've fired more assistants than I can count. Incompetence? Immediate dismissal. It had become a bit of a trademark.

But Nicholas... was different.

He reminded me of me. A younger, hungrier version. Of course, I couldn't show that I was impressed-never the first step. That's how people slack off. You've got to keep them hungry. Keep them earning it.

I gave him a measured look of approval. He'd passed my little test.

"Well," I said, "good answer. You may leave."

He nodded and turned to go.

"Oh, and Nicholas," I called after him, "don't forget to send me a review copy of the Danes and Klaus housing auction."

"Already in your inbox, ma'am-as of 8 a.m. sharp," he said with a grin.

I blinked. Oh my...

That level of initiative? I only expected it from me. But Nicholas? He was making a name for himself.

I gave him an approving smirk-subtle, but enough. I could've sworn he skipped a little as he left. I chuckled silently.

Then a deep, husky voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hey, you..."

I barely had time to turn before his strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist, anchoring me to his body. His scent filled my senses. I was drowning in it, slipping right back into the moment Nicholas had interrupted.

Steamy. Hot. Tempting.

Almost too tempting.

But-No. My number one rule: Business never mixes with pleasure.

"I have an appointment at 10," I said, snapping back to reality. "It's already 9:15. I'm behind schedule, babe. This morning was a good distraction, but I'm awake now-and it's back to business."

I playfully tapped his shoulder and gave him a light kiss. Not too deep. Anything more would've reignited the fire, and I knew better than to lose control. Boundaries-they make life easier.

"It's Saturday, you know," he murmured. "Couples are having breakfast in bed... steamy showers..."

"Ah, ah, ah..." I cut him off quickly.

"First of all, we're not a couple. Second-if you wanted a girl with free Saturdays, you could've gone down to McDonald's and picked up any misfit not on duty. Over here? We don't play like that."

He raised his hands in surrender. Smart move. He knew better than to argue with me.

And I appreciated that about him-he was calm. Collected. A man of few words, which, for a lawyer, was a rare trait. That kind of man? Quiet confidence? That was sexy. That was power. That was the kind of man who kept me around.

Because in case you haven't figured it out by now-I'm not the love type.

I'm passionate about work. About success. About control.

Love? That's another story entirely.

One I'll get into eventually.

But not today.