Growing up, I had seen Mr. Luca on magazine covers, surrounded by rumors that he'd never marry and had no heir to leave his empire to. Now, after a month of working in his office, taking in his broad chest and commanding presence, I had to admit he looked far too good for forty-eight. But who was I? A twenty-three-year-old intern, secretly pining for the boss. Oh Kayda, what are you thinking? Why would a man like him ever look twice at you? I grabbed a stack of files to drop off in his office, totally unprepared for what was waiting on the other side of that door. I froze, unable to process what I was seeing. Mr. Luca was at his desk, pleasure-bound, with my Instagram photos pulled up on his screen. Was he actually into me? God. The door clicked shut. The files hit the floor with a soft thud, my heart leaping straight into my throat. Mr. Luca looked up, and he wasn't looking at me like a boss anymore. He was looking at me like he'd been holding his breath for a month. All the rumors about him being untouchable vanished in an instant. "Kayda," his voice was rough, quiet. "You have no idea what you do to me." Everything after that happened in a blur-sudden, overwhelming, yet completely fulfilling. I should've backed away, but when he stepped closer, control snapped. His hands were warm as he reached for me, desperate and claiming. When he kissed me, I melted into it; I had imagined this too many times to lie to myself now. He lifted me effortlessly, spinning me around until my back hit the cold wall. The contrast made me gasp. My cardigan hit the floor, followed by his suit jacket. His mouth pressed hard against mine before trailing down my neck. He bit down-a sharp sting that instantly yielded to a wave of heat-whispering my name like a confession. I had to bite my lip to choke back a quiet moan, acutely aware of the whole floor right outside that door. His lips moved lower, devouring my breast, biting and sucking my nipple while his hand mercilessly pinched the other, sending a surge of wetness straight down between my thighs. Without warning, two thick fingers thrust inside me. I gasped, clinging to him as he sank to his knees. His hands worked in a furious rhythm while his thumb circled my clit. He pressed deeper, driving a third finger in, making me writhe against the wall. Then came the cool, agonizing touch of his lips. Mr. Luca bathed me in heat and slick friction, his tongue working over me with deliberate precision. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as an electric surge made me feel entirely alive. When he finally brought me down to the couch, the CEO mask was completely gone. Just Luca. Just a man who wanted me, and who I wanted back, even though we both knew this was dangerous. The city lights glimmered behind the lowered blinds. Every touch felt like a secret we weren't supposed to keep ,and for the first time, I wasn't Kayda the intern. I was his.

--- We froze at the sound of footsteps outside the door. I scrambled to put my clothes back on and slipped out of Mr. Luca's office. Back at my desk, my phone buzzed with a message: "My house tomorrow at 7:00 PM after work. Come prepared." The next day passed in a blur. The moment my shift ended, I rushed home to shower, shave, and put on the tightest bodycon dress I owned-one that hugged every curve and showed off my bust. When I arrived at his house and knocked, he answered almost instantly, as if he'd been waiting right behind the door. The second I stepped inside, he shut it, locking us in, and pulled me into a hard, ravenous kiss. Our tongues tangled in a fierce competition before he swept me up into his arms and carried me straight to his bedroom. The heat between us was rising fast when he pulled back slightly. "Take it off," he commanded. "Okay, Boss," I replied, breathing heavily. "Don't call me Boss," he growled, his voice low. "Outside of work, I'm Luca. Or Daddy. Got it?" "Okay... Daddy." "That's a good girl." Exposed to the cool air of the room, my skin prickled with goosebumps. Luca grabbed me and tossed me back onto the bed, the mattress shifting under my weight as he climbed over me. His mouth claimed mine again before trailing down my neck to suckle at my breasts. They swelled, instantly sensitive under the relentless pressure of his mouth and hands. He moved down, spreading my legs to expose my already soaking core. He slid three fingers inside, digging deep while his thumb worked in broad, rhythmic circles against my clit. I gasped, clinging to the sheets as his tongue followed, licking and bathing me until I was lost in the sensation. The click of a belt buckle broke the rhythm. I looked up to see him unzipping his trousers, freeing his shaft. It was massive, thick with bulging veins and slick at the tip. "I'm going to fuck you until you can barely walk," he warned, his eyes dark. "And you're going to keep coming back for more." "Yes, Daddy. Please... I've been dying for this." "Say my name." "Please, Luca." He aligned his head at my entrance and drove forward in one powerful thrust. A sharp scream tore from my throat as he filled me completely, hitting every deep, sensitive spot inside me. "Gosh, you're so tight, Kayda," he groaned, his voice ragged. "Like you were made just for me. Come for me, baby girl. I'm going to fill you up so full you'll be dripping when you leave." He pressed deeper, the pressure knotting high in my stomach. "Oh God, Luca... it's so much," I whined, gripping his shoulders. "You can take it," he urged, pacing himself into a steady, deep rhythm. "Come for Daddy. Show me how much you love it." "I love it-" The wave hit all at once. My eyes rolled back, my inner muscles clenching around him as a violent orgasm rushed through my entire body. "You feel so fucking good," he muttered, holding me tight through the peak. "Yes, Daddy... I do." Slowly, the intense heat gave way to exhaustion. We collapsed onto the mattress together, still joined, waiting for our breathing to slow down. Here there was no "intern" and "CEO". Just Luca and Kayda. We'd stay up talking until 2am about everything except work. Why he never married. Why I took this internship. Then the talking would stop. He knew how to be slow here. How to make me forget the 25 floors between us and the company.

The next two weeks were torture in the best way. By day, he was Mr. Luca. Cold suit. Sharp tone. Perfectly controlled expression. He signed million-dollar deals as though nothing in the world could disturb him. And I did my best to act like the same woman who had walked into Romano Enterprises as an ordinary intern. Except nothing felt ordinary anymore. By 6:03 p.m., my inbox would receive one email. No subject. No greeting. Just one word. Stay. That was our code. I would pretend to organize files while the office slowly emptied. Every time someone's footsteps passed my desk, my heart would jump. Then, eventually, his office door would open. "Close it," he would say. And just like that, the intimidating CEO disappeared. Not completely. But enough for me to see the man behind the title. We became experts at pretending nothing was happening. A glance across a crowded conference room. A quiet conversation that lasted a few seconds longer than necessary. The occasional moment when we found ourselves alone in the elevator and neither of us knew what to say. The secrecy should have made me nervous. Instead, it made every ordinary moment feel strangely important. One afternoon, I was carrying a stack of documents toward the boardroom when I nearly collided with him. "Careful," Luca said. "I am careful." He glanced at the enormous pile in my arms. "Clearly." I rolled my eyes. "Some of us actually have work to do." A tiny smile appeared on his face. It disappeared almost immediately. "Board meeting in five minutes." "I know." "Then don't be late." "Yes, sir." His expression changed at the teasing tone in my voice. "Kayda." I smiled innocently. "Mr. Romano?" He stared at me for a second before walking away. I had to bite back a laugh. This was becoming dangerous. Not because of what we were doing. Because I was beginning to care. --- The board meeting lasted nearly two hours. I sat near the end of the table, taking notes while Luca presented the company's latest acquisition. He was completely different in that room. Confident. Focused. Commanding. Everyone listened when he spoke. I watched him for a moment before realizing he was looking directly at me. I immediately lowered my eyes to my notebook. When I looked back up, he was already speaking to one of the directors. I told myself I had imagined it. Then my phone vibrated. I glanced beneath the table. One message. Stop staring. I nearly dropped my pen. I looked up. Luca didn't even glance in my direction. I typed back. You noticed? His reply came almost instantly. I notice everything. My heart skipped. I locked my phone and forced myself to concentrate. But for the rest of the meeting, I couldn't stop wondering how long he had been noticing me. --- That evening, everyone left earlier than usual. I remained behind, finishing a report. At 6:03 p.m., my inbox refreshed. One word. Stay. I stared at the screen. Then I heard footsteps. Luca appeared at the end of the hallway. "Still working?" "Apparently." He looked at the files on my desk. "You should go home." "You told me to stay." He paused. "That was before I realized how late it was." I stood. "Are you changing your mind?" His expression softened. "No." For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then his phone rang. He checked the screen. His entire expression changed. "Hello?" I watched him walk toward the window. He listened silently. Then his jaw tightened. "Who told you that?" I couldn't hear the response. His eyes moved toward me. Something about his expression made my stomach drop. He ended the call. "What happened?" I asked. "Nothing." "That didn't look like nothing." He walked back toward his desk. "Someone has been asking questions about you." My smile disappeared. "About me?" "Yes." "Who?" "I don't know yet." I stared at him. "Why would anyone be asking about me?" He didn't answer. Instead, he opened a drawer and pulled out a photograph. He placed it on the desk. I recognized the picture immediately. It was of my father. My breath caught. "Where did you get that?" Luca's expression was unreadable. "That's what I've been trying to find out." I stepped closer. "What does my father have to do with you?" He looked at me. "More than you realize." The room suddenly felt colder. All the playful moments of the past two weeks disappeared. For the first time, I understood that whatever secret existed between our families was much bigger than either of us. And someone else had started digging for it. Luca picked up the photograph. "From this moment on, Kayda, you need to be careful." "Why?" His eyes held mine. "Because I don't think you're the only person being watched." My heart began pounding. "Then who is watching me?" He didn't answer. And that silence told me everything. Our secret wasn't the only thing in danger anymore.