Chapter 1: The Interview
It was supposed to be just a job.
A new city, a fresh start. Emma Caldwell had escaped the suffocating grip of a toxic past, leaving behind a failed engagement and a mountain of regret. New York was cold, crowded, and cruel, but it was hers now.
The ad had been brief: "Personal Executive Assistant Needed. High Confidentiality. High Reward. Apply in person."
Emma stood outside the glass tower with trembling fingers and an empty stomach. The building was a steel monument to money, power, and mystery. She walked in anyway.
And met him.
Billionaire. Tech tycoon. Sinfully gorgeous.
He had the kind of eyes that stripped a woman bare in a single glance. Cold. Intelligent. Dangerous.
“I don’t hire assistants who stutter,” he said bluntly.
“I don’t work for egos,” she fired back.
He stared. Then smiled.
“You’re hired.”
And that was the beginning of everything.
Chapter 2: Coffee, Contracts, and Chemistry
Emma thought she’d hate him.
But she didn’t. She hated how much she noticed him. The way he loosened his tie at 4 p.m. The way his shirts hugged his body. The way he smelled—rich cologne and danger.
Dorian was demanding, intense, and relentless. But he was also brilliant.
She matched his pace. Surprised him. Teased him. Challenged him.
And that’s when the rules began to break.
One night, after a brutal meeting, he called her into his office.
“You enjoy testing me, don’t you?” he asked, voice low.
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“Only when you deserve it.”
He stood, walked around the desk, and closed the space between them.
“I’ve had assistants. But never one who made me think about things I shouldn’t.”
She swallowed. Hard. “Like what?”
He leaned down, his lips inches from hers. “Like what you taste like when you’re moaning my name.”
Chapter 3: The Rules We Break
The first kiss happened in the elevator. The second against the window of his office, city lights flashing behind her like fire.
There were no rules anymore.
Their bodies were magnets, pulled together with reckless urgency.
He undressed her like she was a puzzle he’d waited his whole life to solve.
She whispered his name like a secret prayer.
Nights turned into mornings in his penthouse. His sheets smelled like her. His hands learned every inch of her body.
But he never said the word she needed to hear.
Love.
Chapter 4: The Past Always Returns
Emma’s ex-fiancé, Nathan, showed up.
Begging. Threatening. He wanted her back—or he’d make sure she lost everything.
Dorian found out.
And went ballistic.
He had security escort Nathan off the premises. Filed restraining orders. Bought out the man’s struggling business and dissolved it overnight.
“Why would you do that?” she asked.
“Because no one hurts what’s mine,” he said.
She trembled at the possessiveness in his voice. But it thrilled her too.
Until the headlines broke:
“Tech Billionaire Dorian Wolfe Linked to Former Fiancée of Rival CEO.”
Emma’s name was dragged through mud.
His board wanted her gone.
He said nothing.
Chapter 5: The Break
“I’m resigning,” she told him, standing in the office where it all began.
“No,” he said simply.
“This isn’t your decision.”
“The hell it isn’t,” Dorian growled. “You walk out, you walk away from me. From this.”
“What even is this to you?” she whispered.
He stared at her. Silent. Cold.
And she walked away.
Chapter 6: What Fire Leaves Behind
Weeks passed. Emma tried to forget.
But her body remembered. Her heart remembered.
Then one night, she found an envelope at her apartment door. No return address. Inside: a single plane ticket. Destination: private island.
Curiosity—and longing—won.
She arrived to find Dorian waiting.
The beach wind in his hair. No suit. Just raw, beautiful man.
“I built this place while you were gone,” he said.
“For what?”
“For us.”
“You never said you loved me.”
“I didn’t know how,” he whispered. “But I burned for you every day.”
And then he kissed her. And the fire returned, brighter than ever.
Chapter 7: Forever After Flame
They stayed a week on the island.
Naked in the sun. Wrapped in sheets. Laughing, crying, loving like no one had ever loved before.
He said it then, while tracing circles on her bare stomach:
“I love you, Emma Caldwell. You are my match. My flame. My forever.”
And this time, she didn’t run.
She pulled him close, lips to his chest.
“I burn for you too, Mr. Wolfe.”
And that was how a job interview turned into the hottest love story ever told.