The CEO’s Masked Secret Wife novel Chapter 128

128 An Irresistible Interruption

“Mr. Evans,” Liam’s voice had instantly returned to its CEO coolness. “Is there something you need?”

His eyes darkened. “I’ve missed you, Hazel.” The words were rough, almost pained.

“Liam, we can’t-”

“What?” I touched my face self–consciously.

Then I felt it–that electric charge in the air that always preceded his arrival. My body knew before my mind did.

But he was already leaning down, his tongue darting out to lick the chocolate from the corner of my mouth. The tiny taste wasn’t enough. His mouth crashed down on mine, desperate and demanding.

Liam jerked away from me as if burned. I hastily pushed down my skirt, face flaming with embarrassment.

Hooked up just as he appeared in my doorway. God, he was gorgeous. Dark suit perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders, hair slightly tousled like he’d been running his hands through it, and those eyes–those impossible violet–blue eyes that haunted my dreams.

“God, I can’t stop thinking about you,” he groaned against my lips. His hands gripped my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto my desk. Papers scattered to the floor. “Need you so much.”

Liam stepped into my office, closing the door behind him. The small space instantly shrank, filled with his presence, his scent. He moved toward me with predatory grace. I managed a smile. “You’re a lifesaver.”

The truth or the lie.

“I’m fine,” I said quickly. “Really. I’m moving on.”

“Right.” His disbelief was obvious. “Well, I’ve got meetings all morning, but lunch later?” “Just the usual–Leo time,/laundry, pretending my boss’s fiancée isn’t pregnant with his

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child while I’m hopelessly in love with him.” I took a large bite of muffin, savoring the

chocolate.

We froze. Owen from Accounting stood in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth open in shock. A stack of folders clutched to his chest.

“Please,” I begged, past caring about consequences.

“Oh! I–I’m sorry!”

He hesitated, then nodded once. “We’ll talk about this later.”

Damian gave me a sympathetic look. “Hazel…”

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded, kissing down my neck. “Tell me you still think

about us.”

I couldn’t look at him as I slid off the desk, straightening my clothes with trembling hands. “You should go. Damian’s waiting.”

I was lost instantly. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as his tongue swept into my mouth. He tasted like coffee and mint and Liam–the flavor I’d been craving for weeks.

For the rest of the day, I moved through my tasks like a robot, unable to focus on anything except the memory of Liam’s hands on me and the horrified look on Owen’s

face.

“Mr. Sterling.” I kept my voice professional despite my racing heart. “Are you here to see Damian?”

After he left, I collapsed into my chair, my entire body still humming with unfulfilled desire. My lips felt swollen, my skin tingling where he’d touched me. And underneath the physical ache was something worse–the knowledge that I was still completely, hopelessly his.

I nodded as he headed to his office across the hall. The quiet returned, broke nly by the distant sounds of phones ringing and the occasional ping of the elevator. I lost myself in spreadsheets and emails, grateful for the distraction.

I sighed as I sorted through the morning mail. Right on schedule, I found it–today’s white tulip, accompanied by a simple notecard in Liam’s distinctive handwriting: “Still thinking of you. Always. -L”

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One kiss. One moment of weakness. And now our secret was out.

“I know.” He winked, placing a large coffee and chocolate muffin on my desk. “Anything exciting happen this weekend?”

Monday mornings at Sterling Group always brought a mix of dread and excitement. Dread because, well, it was Monday. Excitement because I never knew what the day might bring—especially since my relationship with Liam had become so complicated.

I knew we were being reckless. My office door had no lock, and the walls were glass from the waist up. Anyone walking by could see us. But I couldn’t stop. Weeks of longing and denial håd left me desperate for his touch.

He practically ran from the office, the door swinging shut behind him.

Liam ran a hand through his hair, his breathing still uneven. “Fuck.”

Me or Isabella.

“Hazel.” My name on his lips was like a prayer.

I should have been terrified. Instead, part of me felt relieved. Perhaps this was the push we needed–the thing that would finally force Liam to make a choice.

“Please,” I whispered. “Just go.”

My fingers traced the elegant script. Every Monday like clockwork, despite everything between us. Despite the fact that we couldn’t be together. Despite Isabella.

“Hazel-”

“Good morning, sunshine!” Damian’s cheerful voice broke through my melancholy. He appeared in my doorway, holding a coffee tray and a paper bag. “Brought you breakfast. You look like you could use it.”

The damage was done. Someone had seen us. Someone knew.

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