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.

lingered. He kissed Eliza one last time and reluctantly let her go. "You... should get some

kitchen, grabbed his coat,

a wave of

so intense he'd personally fetch her tempons. Once, she would have given anything for such attention. Now, it

...

next morning, Eliza headed to the design department. Her boss didn't question

buzz of gossip

a new deputy manager will be here today, handpicked

it be

"Isn't Mr. Casper married?"

divorced, and this one's his

under her watchful eye, will we ever catch

"Shh, she's here."

as Molly wheeled

up a chance to flaunt her status. Nova needed to feet superior, masking her

deputy manager, Nova. Let's

on Eliza. "You're not going to welcome

looked up,

Nova," Molly continued, wheeling Nova towards the office. "Your office is all set. Mr. Casper made sure you'd be taken care of.

Mr. Casper hears good things