The Elevator

The Elevator
In the bustling heart of New York City, where ambition reigns supreme, Loretta Romano, the city's formidable media queen, finds her carefully constructed world thrown into disarray. A chance encounter in a high-rise elevator traps her with the one man from her past she can't forget—the one who broke her. Now, confined in a metal box with the ghost of her greatest heartbreak, Loretta must confront not only the secrets they share but also the dormant power within her that his presence ignites.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

My eyes squinted together, wanting to ignore the incandescent ring of my alarm clock. My arm stretched out to turn it off. I laid in the soft silk emerald sheets that clung to my body, wrapping me in its tight embrace. The peacefulness of my morning enhanced as the sun's warm rays entered my room through the opened bay window shutters.

I pushed myself from the bed, the familiar emptiness settling in my chest. My penthouse, a fortress against the outside world, offered a panoramic view of the city I ruled. Grabbing my phone, I called my assistant, Benjamin, as I made my way to the kitchen for my six o'clock coffee. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the minimalist space as Benjamin's voice filled the room, outlining my day: a late morning meeting with the mysterious Unity Enterprises and a fitting with Donatella Versace.

Something about Unity Enterprises felt unsettling, a strange sense of familiarity I couldn't shake. I instructed Benjamin to move the meeting to 8 am at my office in the Woolworth Building, hoping to force their hand. As I stepped into the private elevator of my building, ready to face the day as the 'Queen of New York City,' a sudden large body slipped between the closing doors, forcing me back against the wall. Before I could unleash my carefully honed cold fury, he turned, and my breath hitched. Dark amber eyes met mine, and a single, forbidden word echoed in my mind: 'Mate.'