One Night Mystery Affair

and constant reminders that her boss-the imposing, ever-confident Wyatt Walker-was the same man she'd spent one unforgettable night with jus

best friend, Ivy, sat cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through her phone

vy said, setting her phone

she let out a slow breath. "You're not going to believe this," she beg

att Walker? The tech genius everyone's always

onfirmed, sinking onto the

did you manage to land a job working directly for him? Did you... I don't know, pull some strings or-

, but Ivy's joke hit closer to home than she expected. "Actual

serious. "Of course. Yo

ghts. "So...Wyatt Walker is the guy I ha

ept with Wyatt Walker, and now you'

The craziest part is he doesn't seem to recognize

t him to know? What if it jeopardizes your job? I mean, h

loose thread on her blouse, her thoughts swirling with questio

ur job. Right now, he has no idea you're the same woman. It might be bette

eep it strictly professional," Ivy cautioned,

exterior. "Yes, he is my boss," she replied, her voice tin

as already formulating a different plan-a mission of he

t the future held, but one thing was certain: working for Wyatt Wal

an, Wyatt's manager. With a determined glint in her eye, Ivy answered, "I'm on it." Wyatt Walker

y as she discreetly slipped a sleeping pill into Riley's glass. Approaching her friend with a practice

t as she sipped slowly. Within minutes, the sleeping pill began to take effect. Her eyelids grew heavy, and be

-a few changes of clothes, her phone, and a set of keys. Murmuring under her breath, she whispered, "I need to get out o

ed by Wyatt, Ivy couldn't help but reflect on the precarious balancing act she was about to perform. In a world where every encounter was a carefully orchestrated perfor

man greeted her. "Wyatt isn't coming," he explained casually. "He's busy-so they sent me i

r lurking nearby. "Hey, someone's taking pictures of me," she

f the plan. Mr. Wyatt has arranged for his press contacts to spr

"So, they're going to

n instructed to blur your face for privacy reason

hought girls loved having their faces shown." There was a hi

n. Now, if you don't mind, Mr. Williams-our driver-will take you where you need to go."

ind her, the tension in the cool night air mixed with her swirling thoughts. The c

Williams asked in a soft, reassurin

up-being paraded as Wyatt's fake girlfriend-had her questioning her next move. The city lights blurred past the w

which every move would be scrutinized and every detail controlled. As the car pulled away, Ivy braced

and entrance by a prim, composed housekeeper named Mrs. Elizabeth. With a courteous nod, Mrs. Elizab

ured tone. "Please note, Mr. Wyatt stays in the west wing, and th

urnishings and soft lighting. Despite the plush surroundings,

ed, "Well, what are you waiting fo

iet, opulent space. Ivy set her bags down, her mind already churning with plans and apprehensions. The mansion, with its secret