Emma stared at Alex, her breathing still uneven, her body betraying her even as her mind screamed to regain control.
She had just made the biggest mistake of her life.
Alex Kingston was not a man you kissed and forgot.
And yet, here they were—standing in her dimly lit apartment, inches apart, the tension between them no longer deniable.
She could still feel the heat of his hands on her waist, the imprint of his lips against hers.
Her pulse thundered as she forced herself to step back. "This was a mistake."
Alex, looking far too smug, tilted his head. "You keep saying that."
"Because it's true."
He took a slow step forward, his voice dropping. "Then why haven't you told me to leave?"
Emma's jaw tightened. Damn him.
He always knew exactly where to push, how to make her react.
But she wasn't going to let him win this round.
"I don't mix business with pleasure," she stated, straightening her posture.
Alex's smirk deepened, as if she had just issued a challenge. "Interesting choice of words. So, you do admit there's pleasure involved?"
She exhaled sharply. "Alex—"
But before she could finish, his hand reached up, gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
The touch was soft. Too soft.
And that was the problem.
Alex Kingston was supposed to be her enemy.
He was supposed to be the man she wanted to destroy.
But instead, he was the man making her forget why she ever hated him in the first place.
She stepped back, her resolve hardening. "Whatever this is… it ends here."
Alex didn't look convinced. He leaned against the doorway, his gaze unwavering. "You sure about that, Carter?"
Emma swallowed. "Positive."
He studied her for a long moment before finally nodding. "Alright, then."
He turned, walking toward the door, but just as he reached for the handle, he paused.
Without turning around, he murmured, "You're a terrible liar, Emma."
Then, he was gone.
And Emma was left standing in the middle of her apartment, her body still burning from a kiss that never should have happened.
Damn him.
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The Morning After – The Battle Continues
The next morning, Emma walked into her law firm, determined to bury the previous night under a mountain of work.
She had a case to win.
She was going to end Kingston Enterprises.
She was going to prove, once and for all, that she was stronger than Alex Kingston.
But the moment she stepped into her office, she froze.
A single red envelope sat on her desk.
Her stomach tightened as she picked it up.
There was no sender.
Inside was a single note, written in bold, elegant handwriting.
You think last night was a mistake. I think it was inevitable.
—A.K.
Heat rushed to her cheeks, frustration warring with something dangerously close to excitement.
She clenched her jaw, tossing the letter aside.
Alex Kingston was playing with fire.
And if he wasn't careful…
He was going to get burned.
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To be continued…