It happened after another argument—about the design, about Victoria, about everything they refused to admit.
"You're impossible!" Elena shouted.
"And you drive me insane!" Alexander growled, stepping closer.
Their anger ignited into fire. His hands cupped her face, his lips crushed against hers, and this time she didn't resist. The kiss was brutal, desperate, filled with weeks of suppressed longing.
He lifted her onto his desk, papers scattering, and for the first time, Elena felt the man beneath the armor. Not the CEO. Not the tycoon. Just Alexander—hungry, vulnerable, human.
When the storm subsided, they lay tangled in silk sheets, silence wrapping around them.
Elena knew this wasn't just a mistake. It was the beginning of something she could no longer deny.