Three years ago, Hazel Vance made a choice that changed everything. One night of passion with a mysterious stranger at a masquerade ball left her with more than just memories—it left her with a son whose rare violet-blue eyes are a constant reminder of the father she'll never find.

Now a struggling single mother, Hazel desperately needs the executive assistant position at Sterling Group. The salary could finally give her two-year-old Leo the life he deserves. But her new boss, CEO Liam Sterling, is nothing like she expected.

Demanding, brilliant, and devastatingly handsome, Liam has a reputation for being impossible to work for. Most assistants don't last a week. When Hazel refuses to be intimidated by his cold demeanor and sharp tongue, something shifts between them. The attraction is immediate and electric, crackling through every professional interaction.

But it's his eyes that stop her cold. The same striking violet-blue shade that stares back at her every morning when she looks at her son.

As the tension between them builds and the lines between professional and personal begin to blur, Hazel finds herself caught between her desperate need for this job and her growing attraction to the one man who could destroy everything she's worked for.

She doesn't know that Liam has been searching for the mysterious woman from the masquerade ball ever since that night changed him forever. And he has no idea that the composed, fiery assistant who challenges him at every turn is the same woman who haunts his dreams.

When the truth finally comes to light, will it bring them together or tear apart the fragile new life Hazel has built for herself and her son?

Chapter 98 - Intimate Mornings and Work Negotiations


I awakened to the sensation of being completely enveloped by warmth and strength. Liam's chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, our bodies tangled together in the most intimate way possible. His arms formed a protective circle around me, skin against skin, exactly as he had insisted the night before when he refused to let me reach for my nightgown.


"Good morning, my angel." His voice rumbled through his chest as his lips pressed against the crown of my head.


I lifted my gaze to meet his, marveling at how devastatingly attractive he looked even in these first moments of consciousness. "How is it possible that you look this incredible when you first wake up?"


His mouth curved into that smile that never failed to make my heart skip as he drew me up for a tender kiss. "Good morning, my love."


"Say that again," he murmured against my lips, his eyes dancing with mischief.


Chapter 98 - Chapter 98 - Intimate Mornings and Work Negotiations