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Elijah couldn’t stop thinking about that night. He had never been one to care much about
Women.
In his high position, he knew exactly what was worth pursuing and what wasn’t.
Even though Zoey had been with him for years, he never touched her–at least, not until they were married. The one time he’d lost control was with Eleanor.
Even though Eleanor had drugged him, he couldn’t deny that he had… enjoyed it. The more he thought about it, the more he craved it.
“Elijah?”
Her voice broke through his thoughts–soft, almost tender, yet laced with a sense of urgency.
Elijah’s ear twitched. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, rising to his feet. “Open the door.”
A moment later, Eleanor cautiously cracked the door open, her arm stretching out to take the clothes Elijah handed her,
The first thing she saw was… men’s underwear?
“Elijah, why are you giving me this?”
“Wouldn’t it be stranger if I handed you women? These are new,” he said, his tone flat, but his eyes gleamed with something darker.
Elijah leaned against the doorframe, his body half exposed. Even with just half of him. showing, his presence was overwhelming.
Without a shirt, he was all raw power and aggression, radiating danger, making his usual restrained, suit–wearing self seem like a distant memory.
Eleanor stared at the underwear, disgust and embarrassment rising in her chest. “I… I don’t
want it.”
He was doing this on purpose–to humiliate her
He could’ve easily grabbed one of Zoey’s female pieces of clothing, but no, he chose this.
Elijah’s eyes narrowed, darkening with an unreadable intensity. His gaze was steady, like he was staring right through her, as if he could deveur her with just a look.
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Finally, he spoke, his voice almost a low growl. Then go without.”
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Eleanor froze, her face flushing uncontrollably. She couldn’t help it, the words struck her like lighting.
What she didn’t know was that the crack in the door, just wide enough for the clothes to pass. through, was perfectly aligned to reveal her reflection in the mirror.
Her long hair cascaded down her back, the curve of her chest faintly visible beneath her arm, her movements making the scene almost unbearably sensual. It was like she was on the verge of losing control, ready to give in to whatever he wanted.
Elijah tightened his grip on the ring on his thumb, the only thing stopping him from acting on the flood of impulses rising within him.
Eleanor quickly slammed the door shut, her heart pounding.
Looking at the men’s shirt and pants in her hands, she had no choice but to put them on.
When she finally came out of the bathroom, Elijah was sitting on the couch, drinking coffee. The rich aroma of it filled the air, bringing a sense of calm with every breath.
Eleanor approached, unsure if it was the heat of the coffee or the tension between them, but as she did, Elijah glanced up. In the brief moment of distraction, half the coffee spilled from his cup.
Without a hint of surprise, he set the cup down and said, “Drink your coffee.”
He didn’t say another word, leaving the room to take a shower.
it
Eleanor lifted the cup and took a sip, but before even reached her stomach, she spat it out.
The coffee sat there, clear and untouched, while her mind wandered. She couldn’t shake the strange feeling in her chest.
She hated the coffee, not because it was bad coffee–quite the opposite.
The beans were incredibly expensive, something most people couldn’t even afford.
No, she hated it because of what it reminded her of.
When she first joined the Davis family, she was clueless about everything.
Even though she tried to be careful, she made mistakes.
She often saw her mother and Logan working late, exhausted, and she just wanted to do something nice for them. So, she’d go to the coffee room, staring at the endless jars of coffee
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beans, not knowing what to pick. In the end, she grabbed a few random ones.
But as soon as she brewed the coffee, a maid stoned in, scolding her mercilessly.
“Are you crazy? Do you think you deserve this? ven if we sold you, you wouldn’t be worth this! Buying one, getting one free, and you think you’re entitled? Your mother has to beg me just to get some decent beans for coffee, and you steal them?”
The word “steal” made Eleanor’s face turn white as she tried to explain that Logan had told her it was fine to use them. But the maid didn’t listen. She poured the entire pot of coffee over Eleanor.
Elijah had witnessed it all and fired the maid on the spot.
He knew this.
But now, he was making her drink this coffee–reminding her of her place, her identity as nothing more than an unwelcome burden in the Davis family.
Maybe he thought of her that way too.
Lost in thought, she was startled when Elijah’s phone lit up, a message from Zoey appearing
the screen.
Eleanor didn’t want to look, but the phone was too close, and she couldn’t help herself.
It was a message from Zoey. [Elijah, my favorite coffee beans are all gone.]
Eleanor’s stomach dropped.
So, the coffee beans were Zoey’s favorite.
Of course, Elijah remembered everything about Zoey–he was that kind of man.
Eleanor felt like her heart sank. She had just convinced herself that maybe Elijah was thinking about her, and now, all she could feel was humiliation.
Moments later, Elijah emerged from the shower, lazily sitting down with a cigarette in hand, his eyes smoky and unreadable.
“Feeling better? Didn’t drink it?” He took a drag, the mist swirling around him as his eyes swept over her, his expression colder than ever.
