One Night Mystery Affair

the curtains, and with a sudden jolt, she realized how late it was. Sitting up in bed, she let out an exasperated laugh and a muttered, "

ointment or class lay ahead. In a flurry of motion, Riley threw on her clothes, barely glancing at her reflection in the mirror before darting

that now seemed both vivid and distant. For Riley, every minute counted, especially now that the day had begun on such a frantic note. The pressure of bal

nation overriding the grogginess, Riley stepped into the chaos of the morning, ready to f

potted her boss approaching the elevator. She picked up h

she called out, but Wyatt had already stepped

dn't he hear me? What an asshole

edly opened again. Riley blinked in surprise, finding

yatt," she said, reg

. "No longer

t he had heard her. She quickly pressed h

ell? Are you getting in or just g

e ride down was quiet, tension thick in the air. When the doo

wing after him. "I'm sorry,

before she could react, she crashed strai

gaze sharp. "You're my

erself, clearing her throat.

lue eyes scanning her face with a flicker of re

forced a calm smile, shaking her

econds longer before shrugging.

and Riley let out a slow breath, feeling

against his desk. "Go downstairs and

prepared to jot it down. "And

ilk, a dash of cinnamon, precisely one and a half pumps of vanilla syrup, and exactly 140-degree ste

e absurdly detailed order. "

irked. "

, sir. Just making sure I don't mess up w

e said, before turning his

uckle. A coffee order that complicated?

ng back in his chair. He drummed his fingers against t

y Wa

couldn't quite put his finger on. The way she looked at him, the way she spoke, even

it him. T

girl? Before he could dwell on the thought, the door

tepped inside. "Miss Ivy has arrived and is settling

word, he pulled out his sleek black debit card and placed

cketing the card.

ng her things and preparing to leave for

ecutive assistant-a woman known for her sh

her arms. "I need you to pick up M

clock. "But it's already past

r head. "Oh, darling. It's only seven. You

rustration bubbling beneath her skin

ged. "He's moving in W

mid-motion.

You know, the woman he's been dating? The press is

cold settle in her

t just any girlfriend-one seri

f that night creeping in. Ha

d her jaw.

gh. "Oh, don't tell me you're just now figuring this out." She sc

just... I didn't think-" she hesitated. "

anda added. "No woman ha

her expression neutral, but he

air over her shoulder. "Anyway, don'

nt as Miranda walked out, the

ng to push away the unsett

red under her brea

in her hand. She sighed, glancing down at the screen. A trending

ips of a woman stepping out of a sleek black car, cameras flashing wildly as repo

d. Why does this pla

, her pulse quickening. Wait.

s she focused on the woman in the video. She was dressed in designer clo

breath h

o

ouldn

g as the woman turned

est f

stomach

ocess what she was seeing. No. T

o make sense of it all. W

Riley, you're overthinki

sinking feeling t