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.

one last time and reluctantly let

left the kitchen, grabbed his coat, and walked out

a wave

Once, she would have given anything for such attention. Now, it meant

...

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

noon approached, a buzz

will be

be

"Isn't Mr. Casper married?"

and this one's his first

CEO's future wife? Working under her watchful eye, will we

"Shh, she's here."

Molly wheeled in the new

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

manager, Nova. Let's give her a warm welcome." Colleagues

"You're not going

looked up,

office. "Your office is all

I'll make sure Mr. Casper hears good things about you," Nova