It was a sinner's suicide for anyone to work at Coopers Incorporation. It was no surprise that people aimed to stray far from the Devil known as Mr Elijah Cooper.
Cold, demanding, and rough, he ruled over everything with an iron grip and a calculati...
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Nora's P.O.V
Waking from my slumber, I blinked against the soft light filtering through the curtains. The house was eerily silent—too silent. A chill clung to the air, and as I exhaled, a faint mist escaped my lips, sending a shiver down my spine.
There were no distant footsteps, no scent of breakfast, no trace of movement. It was just me, alone.
Somehow, I had been moved to the sofa from last night, a small blanket draped over me. The quietness was unsettling, but as the memories of yesterday crashed back into my mind—I felt a warmth bloom in my chest.
It had been... perfect.
The hazy warmth of last night unraveled in fragments—the clink of whiskey glasses, the slow sway of our bodies as the gramophone played an old melody, the way his fingers lingered against my skin longer than necessary. And then—his lips. On mine.
Elijah had kissed me.
Not just kissed me. He had pulled me in, had tasted me with a hunger that had left my knees weak.
But now, it was just empty.
I sat up slowly, stretching out my limbs, but a nagging feeling crept in. Where was Elijah?
Glancing around, I searched for any sign of him. There was nothing—no jacket tossed over a chair, no half-drunk cup of coffee on the table. His presence had been wiped clean, as if he had never been here at all.
The unease settled deep in my stomach. Did he regret it?
Shaking my head, I stood, folding the blanket neatly before making my way to the kitchen. My stomach grumbled at the thought of food, but as I pulled open the fridge, I was met with nothing but empty shelves. Not even an apple.
How did he cook so much yesterday if there’s nothing left?
Disappointed, I grabbed my phone from the table, the screen lighting up with two unread messages. As I read them, any lingering warmth from last night drained away.
Back to the hotel. No delays. — Elijah Cooper
The words were simple, yet the weight behind them was unmistakable.
There was no kindness, no trace of the man who had held me close last night. Just cold authority.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, my fingers tightening around the phone. So that’s how it was going to be? A single night of lowered guards, of something that almost felt real, and now he was back to being my boss. Untouchable. Detached.
