Blurred Lines [Initial Chapters Only]

“Anything exciting at work?” Kyle asked, blue eyes twinkling in the dimmed candlelight. He was sporting a suit three shades darker than his eyes, a white shirt underneath unbuttoned at the very top. His blond locks were combed back to perfection, framing his face.

I lift a shoulder in a shrug, my knife cutting through the grilled Branzino on my plate. “You know Katerina Simone?” I asked, and brought my fork to my mouth. I moaned at the unbelievable taste of piquant basil, ginger, and lime. When I opened my eyes, Kyle was observing me, eyes dilated with an emotion I could not point out. “What?” I wiped my mouth with the napkin.

Adam’s apple bobbing up and down, he reached for his wine.

“Stop moaning like that,” he said, lips hovering over his glass.

I bit my lip, cheeks warming up.

Kyle and I had been together for two years and engaged for one, yet he never failed to make me blush.

Tucking my hair behind my ears, I reached for my own drink. His heated gaze made my mouth dry. He stared at me as though he couldn’t wait to strip this little black dress I’m wearing.

Hoping to get my mind back on track, I took in the fancy accent and framed artwork lining the wall. We are in one of the swankiest restaurants in Boston. Words go around that reservations here could take about a month or two, yet I doubt Kyle waited that long. Being one of Boston’s most sought out defense lawyers, Kyle was used to dining in places like this.

“Katerina, Fernando Simone’s daughter?” he asked.

Dark midnight eyes held my gaze, a promise that this night would end better than the lemon pie for our dessert. I was so distracted by the way he was looking at me I’d forgotten what we were talking about.

“She walked into the office and specifically looked for me. She said,” I made a quotation in the air, “‘Gia told me you are the best in this field. I need you to work for me.’ It was really weird since Gia Marquez, and I didn’t see eye to eye when I was working with her.”

“Interesting,” Kyle murmured, brows tilting to the ceiling.

I hummed a yes.

For the last four years, I crawled up the ladder of Lewis Brown Public Relations from Intern to Account Coordinator and got promoted to Account Executive two years ago. On record, Gia Marquez is the most challenging client our team has ever handled. It’s funny how she could say a good word about me when she cursed me and my roots when I worked with her. She was a total brat, coming from old money, just like Katerina.

Shaking my head at the memory, I set down my glass with a sigh.

“You accepted her,” Kyle commented. It’s one thing I love about Kyle. He can read me like the back of his hand. A crease in my brows, a sigh, a pout. I don’t know how he does that, but he just gets me.

“What can I do?” I traced the mouth of my glass with my fingers, shoulders slouching. “Georgia gave me two choices: accept Katerina or take this billionaire client in Rio.”

Georgia, my senior account executive, candidly dislikes me for unknown reasons.

Kyle reached across the table, taking my hand. He stroked my knuckles with his thumb. “You made it this far, and this is your dream job. Don’t let Georgia stop you from reaching your goal.” Our eyes locked, and his sincerity caressed my heart the way his thumb did to my knuckles. “I know a good way to help you relax,” he smirked.

Like an obedient puppy, my mind instantly shoved away what worries it was constructing. I gripped Kyle’s hand, tilting it up, my fingertips tracing his palm lines. Pressing both elbows on the table, I lowered my voice and asked, “oh yeah?”

He huffed, setting down his empty glass and catching my wandering fingers. “Sounds like you are challenging me, Baby Girl.”

Oh, he’s in the mood.

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Kyle shaved a good five minutes off from what typically takes a thirty minute drive from the city to his upstate mansion. After parking unceremoniously at the roundabout, Kyle slid out, opened the door for me, and basically plucked me from my seat. He trapped me against the door after shutting it with a thud, plowing his fingers through my hair, smashing our lips together. His soft lips tasted of wine with a pinch of lemon pie.

“You will be sick tomorrow,” he said, biting my lower lip, his hard-on pressing on my hip bone.

Mind fogged with lust, I pulled away to confirm if I had heard him correctly. “Are you a mind reader now, Atty. Andrews?”

He gripped my jaw. “I’ll fucking ruin you tonight, Sofia,” he stated, eyes skimming down my body. “You know I go crazy seeing your legs like this, yet you chose this sinfully short dress on a workday date night.”

I swallowed hard. Empty promises were not Kyle’s forte. Georgia would kill me if I called in sick on a Wednesday, especially after taking on an important client like Katerina.

“It’s what I had in mind when I chose this.” I clutched the lapel of his suit.

Kyle groaned, gripping my hand. In a handful of steps, we are inside his mansion. Kyle yanked me to face him, grabbed my jaw, and smashed our lips together. He groaned impatiently as I parted my lips, letting him deepen the kiss. He kept steering us through the house until my butt bumped into a hard edge.

With the help of the warm corner lights, I realized he had brought us to the kitchen, my back resting on the edge of the kitchen island.

“Tell me you’re mine.” He kissed his way down my throat, palming my breast with one hand, the other reaching for the side zipper of my dress.

“I’m yours, all yours,” I said, gasping as the cool wind blasted my skin, following the ripping sound of my dress.

Kyle’s demonstration of strength stirred my excitement to a new height. He spun me around with an impatient growl, skipping all foreplay. He ripped my black thongs, the ruined fabric joining my dress around my feet. The fumbling of his belt was music to my ears. Warm hands trailed down my spine, guiding me to bend over the island.

And there, Kyle proved he was a man of his word; the ruining comment might have been an understatement. He marked me, owned me just like every time we were together.

Through the desire overdose, we reached his bedroom and slept in each other’s arms, spent yet satisfied.

In the middle of the night, I woke up with a dire need to pee. When I went back to bed, the continuous blinking of Kyle’s phone on the nightstand grabbed my attention.

Thinking it was an emergency, I neared the bed to wake him up. My body froze when I saw the notification on his locked screen.

‘I warned you, Kyle.’

‘I’ll tell her myself if you can’t.’

Curiosity getting the best of me, I unlocked his phone with my birthday; what I read ruined me, indeed.