His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Eliza closed her eyes and leaned in, offering her lips. She felt awkward, hesitant, but drawn by an irresistible pull.

"Do you even know how to kiss?" His breath hitched at her clumsy approach.

She shook her head, a silent confession.

With a swift move, he took charge, cradling the back of her head as their lips met.

Suddenly, a cellphone rang, cutting through the moment. Casper ignored it, his lips trailing down her neck.

"You really should answer that," she murmured.

"Not interested," he replied, dismissing the noise.

But the ringing didn't stop.

Gathering her courage, Eliza pulled the phone from his pocket. A glance at the screen showed it was Nova calling.

"It's Nova. You sure you don't want to answer?"

With a reluctant sigh, he took the phone, his voice edged in annoyance, "Hello?"

"Casper, I got my period. Can you grab me some tempons? My stomach's killing me. Oh, and some smoothie too?" Nova's voice was tentative. "Got it," Casper said softly.

last time and reluctantly let her go. "You... should get some

the kitchen, grabbed his coat, and walked out without another

wave of

personally fetch her tempons. Once, she would have given anything for such attention. Now, it meant

...

Eliza headed to the design department. Her boss didn't question her absence, and

approached, a buzz of gossip filled the

deputy manager will be here today,

it be

"Isn't Mr. Casper married?"

divorced, and this one's his first

the CEO's future wife? Working under her watchful

"Shh, she's here."

Molly wheeled

had expected this. Nova wouldn't pass up a chance to flaunt her status. Nova needed to feet superior, masking her

our new deputy manager, Nova. Let's give her a warm

eyes fixated on Eliza. "You're

up,

the office. "Your office is all set. Mr.

make sure Mr. Casper hears good