~~~Freya~~~

Two weeks later and honestly? Shit has been weirdly peaceful.

I wake up most mornings tangled in Ryder’s sheets, still sore in the best way. We get ready, head to the office, and slip right back into our roles like nothing ever happened. Ryder’s usually already in his zone by the time I get there — sitting behind that massive desk, looking every inch the ruthless CEO with his cold face and sharp suit. I do my part as his assistant: files, meetings, schedules, pretending I’m just the competent girl who's just a simple assistant.

Then the second the door locks or the last person leaves, we drop the...