Episode 1: The Stranger in Room 1407

First Meeting:

The evening had started like any other high-society gala Kade Wolfe attended, sleek, polished, and filled with the kind of people who never thought about anything outside their own bubble of wealth. He’d been to dozens of these events, but tonight felt different. The alcohol was flowing, the music loud, and Kade… was more than a little tipsy. He’d been drinking to drown out the loneliness that had started creeping in, something he couldn't shake after the endless cycle of business deals and shallow encounters.

That’s when he saw her.

Kira Black.

She wasn’t on the guest list — not that anyone could stop her. The woman walked in like she owned the entire place, effortlessly stunning in her black thigh-high boots and cropped jacket. Her long black hair cascaded in waves down her back, and her green, cat-like eyes scanned the room, as if daring anyone to challenge her.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. Kade knew that. But there was something about her — something magnetic. Something that made his usual I-don’t-care attitude falter for a second.

She caught him staring from across the room. And instead of shying away, she smiled. A wicked, dangerous smile.

It was all over after that.

Hours later, after too many drinks, and with his world slightly blurred around the edges, Kade found himself walking toward the private suite on the top floor of the hotel, and Kira was still with him. They’d exchanged a few words, but nothing that mattered. All Kade could focus on was how her green eyes glittered with mischief and the way she moved, like a storm, untamed and unafraid.

One moment, they were standing in front of the hotel elevator, exchanging heated words. The next, she was in his arms, lips crashing into his, her body pressed against his in the private elevator. Kade’s control, normally so ironclad, was slipping away, replaced with an urgent need he couldn’t quite understand. She was wild, untamed, and it drove him crazy.

They barely made it to the suite. Clothes were discarded quickly, and what followed was a chaotic, passionate night. She was everything he didn’t know he wanted. The way she kissed him, how she didn’t back down, how she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. They fit together like fire and ice, each one igniting something in the other.

Kade didn’t remember much after that, except the sensation of her lips on his skin, her body beneath his, and the soft, surprised gasp that left her mouth when he took her, for the first time. He didn’t remember her name. He didn’t need to. All that mattered was that she was there, she was real, and she burned him alive.

The Morning After:

The city didn’t sleep, but Kira Black did.

Eventually.

Last night was a blur of liquor-soaked laughter and dangerous choices. She hadn’t planned on ending up in a hotel suite with a man whose name she still didn’t know, a stranger in a suit, scent of whiskey on his breath, hands like sin on skin.

Now, the sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel suite. Kira sat on the edge of the bed, the sheet clinging to her skin. Her legs ached, her heart raced, and the soft rustle of silk sheets behind her was the only reminder of what she’d done.

She looked over her shoulder. He was still asleep. Deep, slow breaths. His face peaceful, almost cold. Too clean, too perfect. His chest rose and fell beneath the expensive sheets, like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t ruined her last night.

There was blood on the bed.

Her blood.

Kira’s lips curled into a bitter smile. First time? Yeah. And he didn’t even know it.

She rose quietly, grabbing her clothes one by one. Her black boots. Her jacket. The necklace with the tiny cross. No note. No goodbye.

By the time the clock struck 9:00 AM, she was gone.

Kade Wolfe woke up with a headache splitting through his skull like thunder cracking glass. The room was quiet. Too quiet. His hand brushed the sheets beside him, cold. Empty. And stained with red.

He stretched, the dull ache in his head from the alcohol making his thoughts foggy. His body felt strange, sore, yet satisfied, as if something had shifted in him that he didn’t quite understand.

But then, his gaze shifted to the bed.

His pristine white sheets were stained. There was blood on the cover, faint but enough to catch his eye.

A surge of confusion hit him. The memories from last night were hazy, fragments of heat and passion that slipped through his fingers. He tried to recall her, the woman who’d been in his bed, whose body he’d taken as if it was his right. But… her name? Nothing. Her face? Too blurry. All he could remember were her eyes, green, like emeralds, and her long, wavy black hair.

He groaned, running a hand through his hair. "What the hell happened?"

The aftermath of a night spent with a woman whose name he didn’t even know had never felt so… unsettling.

And for the first time in years, Kade Wolfe felt something he didn’t know how to handle.

Curiosity.

Episode 2 – “The Man Behind the Door”

The building was colder than she expected.

Wolfe International towered over the city like it owned the skyline, black glass and steel slicing into the clouds, too polished, too quiet. Kira adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder and pulled her jacket tighter. Her heels clicked against marble, but her heartbeat was louder.

She hadn’t planned this. She wasn’t stalking him. Hell, she didn’t even know his name.

But now that she was here… it felt like fate was playing games.

“Miss Black?” the receptionist called. “The CEO would like to meet his final candidate personally.”

Kira froze for half a second. “Personally?”

The woman smiled, polite and terrifying. “Yes. His last assistant resigned last week. You made an impression.”

Her throat went dry.

She followed the woman down the hallway, toward the private elevator. The air changed. It got quieter. Cleaner. Like money itself had a smell and it filled every inch of this floor.

The doors opened. The receptionist didn’t come in. Just smiled.

“He’s waiting for you, Miss Black.”

And just like that, Kira was alone.

In his elevator.

In his world.

Her pulse was a drumline. Her stomach twisted. She should walk away. But her feet didn’t listen.

Ding.

The top floor was all glass and shadow. Moonlight poured through the massive windows even though it was morning. The walls were black, the floors a soft grey, and the silence was almost sacred.

And then she saw him.

Standing by the window, back turned, broad shoulders wrapped in the perfect black suit. His hair was dark and messy in that polished kind of way. His stance calm. Dangerous.

Kira’s breath caught.

Him.

She swallowed hard. Every muscle in her body screamed to flee.

He turned.

Kade Wolfe.

Same ice-grey eyes. Same face that haunted her every dream since that night. But sharper now. Colder. His gaze flicked over her with no recognition.

Nothing.

“Miss Black,” he said, voice deep and low. “You’re the last one.”

His voice. Oh God.

Kira stood straighter. “Lucky me.”

Kade walked to his desk, eyes never leaving hers. He sat, fingers tapping once on the glass surface.

“You’re twenty-four?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“You’ve worked in three different firms in the last two years.”

“People don’t scare me easily.”

A faint smirk curved at the corner of his lips. It wasn’t kind. It was sharp, like the edge of a blade.

“You’re not intimidated.”

“Should I be?” she asked sweetly.

Kade leaned back. “Most people are.”

“I’m not most people.”

He paused. Tilted his head. Stared.

His gaze moved, her lips, her eyes, her hands, but still… nothing. No spark of memory. No flash of recognition. He looked right at her and saw a stranger.

And it burned.

Kira’s heart was a storm. But she didn’t let it show. She stood still, calm, perfect. A ghost wrapped in confidence.

Kade finally looked away. “I don’t usually make decisions in ten minutes, Miss Black.”

Kira smiled. “Then break your rule.”

Silence stretched between them. Heavy. Tense.

And then, he did.

“You’re hired.”

Kira didn’t blink.

“You’ll start tomorrow. Eight sharp. Don’t be late.”

She turned to leave, her heart thundering so hard she thought he’d hear it. She reached for the door.

“Miss Black.”

She froze.

“Yes, sir?”

He was still seated, staring at her like she was something he couldn’t quite figure out. His voice dropped lower.

“Have we met before?”

Kira’s breath hitched.

Every nerve lit up. Every inch of her skin remembered his touch.

She turned her head, met his eyes, and smiled—slow, deadly, sweet.

“No,” she lied. “I’d remember.”

And then she walked out, her hips swaying like nothing in the world could touch her.

But inside?

She was shaking.

Episode 3 – “His Assistant”

The morning light poured through the glass walls of Wolfe International like gold over obsidian.

Kira: “Breathe. You’re fine. Just a job. Just a man.”

She stepped off the private elevator, every click of her heels echoing confidence she didn’t quite feel. Her black pencil skirt hugged her just enough, the high collar of her blouse crisp and commanding.

But her heart was chaos.

She remembered those hands. That mouth. The sound he made when he—

No. Stop.

Kira (internally): He doesn’t know. He doesn’t remember. And I’m not telling him.

She reached his office. Door already open.

He was seated behind the glass desk, sleeves rolled up, tie loose. Ice-grey eyes flicked up to her. That stare always felt like being stripped down to the bone.

Kade: “You’re early.”

Kira (smiling faintly): “I like to make a good impression.”

He said nothing, only nodded toward a smaller desk off to the side of his office.

Kade: “Sit.”

She did. Her legs crossed slowly, knowing his gaze followed the motion. She pretended not to notice.

Kira: “What would you like to start with today, sir?”

Kade: “We’ll begin with your boundaries.”

That made her blink.

Kira: “Excuse me?”

He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled.

Kade: “I don’t tolerate tardiness. I don’t accept excuses. I don’t like being asked questions I didn’t request answers to. You’ll work fast, think faster, and never speak over me. Understood?”

She smiled. It wasn’t sweet.

Kira: “Crystal clear.”

Kade: “Good. You’re already better than the last three.”

Kira: “Should I take that as a compliment?”

Kade: “You can take it however you like.”

The man was ice wrapped in heat, and it made her skin itch with memory. But he was testing her, and she wouldn’t flinch.

Not this time.

Hours passed. Reports, schedules, emails, meetings. She worked like a machine. Efficient. Elegant. Not once did she let her mask slip.

But his eyes were always on her.

Every time she shifted. Every time she stood. Every time she touched her lip with the tip of her pen. Kade Wolfe noticed.

He was curious.

And frustrated by that curiosity.

Late afternoon sun bled through the windows, golden and slow. Kira brought him a fresh espresso, setting it on the desk without a word.

Kade: “You wear lipstick to impress someone, Miss Black?”

Kira (without hesitation): “No, sir. Just to remind myself I still have power.”

He stared at her. Something flickered behind those pale eyes. Something unfamiliar. Dangerous.

Kade (low): “And do you, Miss Black?”

She leaned forward just slightly, her voice honeyed and sharp.

Kira: “More than you think.”

He didn’t answer. Only stared.

The silence was thick enough to choke on.

Finally, he looked away, grabbing the espresso.

Kade: “You're dismissed for today. Tomorrow, same time. Don’t wear that shade again.”

She turned toward the door, then paused.

Kira: “Why not?”

Kade (without looking): “It’s distracting.”

She smiled to herself as she walked out, the door clicking behind her.

Kira (whispered to herself): Still got it.

But what she didn’t see—was Kade sitting there long after. Eyes on the door she’d walked through.

Fingers on his lips.

And a whisper only the glass could hear.

Kade: “Green eyes...”

Author’s Note:

Ohhh, look at our baby Kira walking into the lion’s den like she didn’t once have her legs wrapped around him in a hotel bed—

and Kade? So cold. So controlled. So... confused.But what happens when those little memories start dripping back in? Hmm?

The eyes.

The lips.

The scent on his damn office chair.

He won’t stay unaware for long.

Episode 4 coming soon...

She’s playing it cool.

He’s losing control.

And the past he forgot?

It’s about to walk into his arms, wearing heels.

See you soon, sinners.

—Astrielle