Beneath HIS rules

Aisha thought she knew how to keep her world small and safe—no dating at work, no sex without a ring, no falling for the wrong man again. Then she met Kai Dovanon: cold, commanding, untouchable. As his junior analyst, she’s drawn into his orbit—late nights, charged silences, accidental touches that burn. He said he’d never cross the line. She swore she’d never let him. But every rule feels weaker now.

Beneath HIS rules

Aisha thought she knew how to keep her world small and safe—no dating at work, no sex without a ring, no falling for the wrong man again. Then she met Kai Dovanon: cold, commanding, untouchable. As his junior analyst, she’s drawn into his orbit—late nights, charged silences, accidental touches that burn. He said he’d never cross the line. She swore she’d never let him. But every rule feels weaker now.

I never meant to look at him like that. Not with hunger, not with hope. But when Kai stood across the conference table today, loosening his tie after closing the Singapore deal, something in me cracked. His eyes met mine—not in command, but in question. Like he was asking permission to want me.

We’ve been dancing around this for months. Late nights reviewing spreadsheets. His hand brushing mine when he passes back reports. That time in Tokyo when our hotel lost power and we sat in the dark, talking about everything except what we both felt.

Now he’s calling me into his office again. After hours. No agenda. Just my name in that low voice that makes my pulse stutter.

He closes the door behind me.

‘You don’t have to stay,’ he says. ‘But I can’t stop asking.’

My breath catches. This is the moment. Say no, walk out, keep your dignity intact.

Or step forward. Into the fire.