Four best friends.
One wedding.
A reunion that was never meant to happen.
Time changed everything. But not their pasts. Not the glances that still sting.
Not the love that never really left. One waits for her, clinging to a love that never faded. O...
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Does showing up unannounced in someone's office sound strange and intrusive? Because that's exactly what I'm doing right now.
I'm standing in the lobby of Raina's sleek corporate building, no appointment, no warning. Why the hell would a man like me need one? If they try to keep me out, I'll make them regret it—maybe not burn them alive, but I'd sure as fuck make their lives a living hell.
I stride to the front desk, my presence alone enough to make the receptionist falter. "I need to see Raina. Now," I say, my voice low and commanding.
She stammers something about checking, but I can see the fear flicker in her eyes.
Or is it intrigue? Doesn't matter.
She buzzes me through, and I push open the door to Raina's office without knocking, the click of the latch echoing like a gunshot in the quiet space.
Raina looks up from her desk, her dark eyes widening in surprise. Papers are scattered around her, but she composes herself quickly, that cool mask slipping back into place.
She's stunning as always.
Her black pencil skirt hugging her hips like a second skin, the crisp white blouse unbuttoned just enough to tease the curve of her collarbone.
"Ayaan? What are you doing here?"
To see you.
To claim you.
To pin you against that desk and make you forget every other man who's ever touched you.
I lean against the doorframe, smirking. "I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd drop by and say hello."
Casual words, but my gaze devours her, tracing the way her hair falls over her shoulder, the subtle rise and fall of her chest.
She nods slowly, her expression unreadable, mirroring my own guarded facade.
If I were a woman, I'd be her twin—cold, calculating, with fire simmering just beneath. She gestures to the chair across from her. "Have a seat, then."
I sink into it, my eyes lingering on her legs as she crosses them. That skirt rides up just a fraction, exposing a sliver of thigh that sends a jolt straight to my groin. Fuck.
She's hot.
The kind of hot that makes me want to shove everything off her desk, bend her over it, and bury myself inside her until she screams my name.
I bite my lip hard, turning my head to exhale a ragged breath, fighting the urge to act on it right here, right now.
"Ayaan?" Her voice cuts through my haze, sharp and probing. She leans forward slightly, those piercing eyes locking onto mine. "Are you okay?"
