Today, Elena called him again in the afternoon.

"Andrew, I need to discuss some important updates regarding Luna’s next phase. Can you meet me this evening?"

Andrew nodded.

When he arrived at the luxurious Grandview Hotel, Elena was waiting for him in the elegant lobby lounge. She looked stunning in a sophisticated, figure-hugging dark emerald dress. She greeted him with a warm smile and led him to a quiet, private booth in the hotel’s fine-dining restaurant.

They sat across from each other. Soft ambient music played in the background, and the lighting was warm and intimate. Elena had already ordered wine and some light appetizers.

As they talked about Luna’s progress, the conversation flowed naturally. Elena listened attentively, nodding and asking questions.

However, Andrew couldn’t help but notice the way she looked at him, the soft smiles, and how her foot occasionally brushed against his leg under the table.

After some time, Elena leaned forward slightly, her voice lowering.

"I’ve booked a honeymoon suite upstairs for tonight," she said casually, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "We can continue our discussion there in a more... private setting if you’d like."

Andrew’s heart skipped a beat. He knew exactly what she was implying.

The atmosphere between them grew thick with tension. Elena watched him with patient, expectant eyes, waiting for his response while gently swirling the wine in her glass.

Andrew sat quietly for a long moment, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. Guilt toward Scarlett, excitement, nervousness, and the undeniable pull he felt toward Elena all battled inside him. After nearly a minute of silence, he finally nodded.

"Okay," he said softly.

Elena’s eyes lit up with quiet happiness. She stood up gracefully, took his hand, and led him toward the elevator. They rode up to the 18th floor in comfortable silence, her fingers gently intertwined with his.

When Elena opened the door to the suite, Andrew was momentarily stunned.

The room was beautifully decorated like a honeymoon suite. Soft golden lighting, fresh red roses arranged on the bed and around the room, champagne chilling in an ice bucket, and delicate fairy lights strung across the ceiling. The large king-sized bed was covered in rose petals, and the entire atmosphere felt incredibly romantic and intimate.

Andrew’s heart beat faster. He had suspected something like this might happen eventually, but seeing it prepared so deliberately still caught him off guard.

Elena noticed his reaction and smiled softly. She closed the door behind them and gently pulled him toward the couch near the window.

They sat down together. Elena poured two glasses of champagne and handed one to him. For a while, they talked lightly about Luna, but the conversation slowly turned personal.

"I’ve been so alone for a long time," Elena said quietly, looking into her glass. "After Lucy’s father left, I focused everything on raising her and building the company. I told myself I didn’t need anyone else. But... it gets lonely. Really lonely. Then you appeared. Smart, passionate, kind..." She looked up at him with soft eyes. "You made me feel something I hadn’t felt in years."

Andrew listened, his chest tightening. He found himself opening up as well.

"I never thought I’d be in a situation like this," he admitted. "But being with you... it feels different."

Elena smiled warmly. She slowly leaned closer. Andrew didn’t pull away. Their lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss. It started soft and sweet, but gradually deepened as Elena cupped his face. Andrew responded, his hand resting on her waist, pulling her a little closer.

The kiss grew more passionate, their breaths mingling as years of suppressed loneliness and newfound desire mixed between them.

When they finally parted, both were breathing heavily. Elena rested her forehead against his, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I’ve wanted this for a while now..."

Andrew’s heart raced. He was falling deeper into the moment.

Elena’s hand slowly moved down his chest, her fingers slowly reached for Andrew’s belt, her touch light but full of intent. She looked up at him with soft, desiring eyes, her lips slightly parted.

But the moment her fingers brushed against the buckle, a sharp wave of guilt crashed over Andrew. Scarlett’s face suddenly flashed in his mind, her gentle smile when she stroked his hair, the way she held him tightly at night, the trust in her eyes every time she called him "good boy."

His body tensed. The warmth and excitement he had felt just moments ago were instantly replaced by a heavy, suffocating guilt.

He gently caught Elena’s hand, stopping her.

"I’m sorry," Andrew said, his voice low but firm. "I can’t do it."

He slowly stood up from the bed, stepping back and creating distance between them. His heart was pounding, but this time it wasn’t from desire, it was from the weight of his decision.

Elena froze, clearly surprised. She sat up straighter, looking at him with a mix of confusion and disappointment.

"Andrew...?" she asked softly.

He ran a hand through his hair, visibly conflicted. "I’m really sorry, Elena. You’re amazing, and I... I enjoyed spending time with you. But I can’t do this. I have someone. I shouldn’t have let things go this far."

The room fell into heavy silence. Elena stared at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Then she gave a small, understanding though slightly pained smile.

"I see," she said quietly. "I didn’t know."

Andrew nodded awkwardly, feeling both relieved and guilty. "I should go. Thank you for everything you’ve done for Luna. I really appreciate it."

He turned toward the door, reaching for the handle. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

But the moment his fingers touched the lock, a strong hand grabbed his wrist from behind with surprising force. Before he could react, Elena pulled him back with a single powerful tug. Andrew stumbled and was thrown onto the bed.

He landed on his back, shocked. Elena stood over him, breathing slightly heavier, but her face carried only a tender, almost loving expression.

"What was that?!" Andrew asked, wide-eyed with confusion.

Elena slowly climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. She looked down at him with soft, obsessive eyes, her long hair cascading around her face like a curtain.

"I’m sorry," she whispered gently, as if apologizing for something trivial. "But when I saw you turning away... when I realized you were going to leave me... I couldn’t let you go."

Her voice was sweet, almost fragile, but there was an unsettling intensity behind it.

"I’ve fallen in love with you, Andrew," she confessed softly, her fingers gently tracing his cheek. "I didn’t plan for this. I thought I was just helping a talented young man with his dream. But every time we met, every time we danced, every time you smiled at me... something inside me woke up. I haven’t felt this way in years. I can’t stop thinking about you."

She leaned down, her lips hovering just above his.

"I know you have someone. But I don’t care. I’ve waited too long to feel alive again. I won’t let you walk away from me now."

Her hands gently pinned his wrists beside his head, not painfully, but firmly enough to show she wasn’t going to let him leave easily. Her expression remained tender, almost maternal, even as her yandere nature began to surface.

"Please don’t reject me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly with emotion. "I can give you everything. Money, resources, success... and myself. Just stay with me tonight. Let me love you properly."

Andrew’s heart pounded wildly in his chest. The gentle, elegant Elena he knew had suddenly revealed a much darker, obsessive side.

He tried to sit up, his voice urgent. "Elena, wait, this is wrong. I have someone I love. I can’t do this to her. Please, let’s stop. We can still work together professionally. I respect you a lot, but this... this isn’t right."

Elena didn’t move. Her eyes remained soft, almost dreamlike, as if his words barely registered. She simply smiled gently, like a mother comforting a child who didn’t understand.

"I know you have someone," she whispered tenderly. "But that doesn’t change how I feel. I’ve waited years to feel this way again. When I’m with you, I feel alive. You make me happy, Andrew. Don’t push me away."

She leaned down and kissed his neck softly, ignoring his protests.

Andrew tried to push her away gently. "Elena, please —"

But she was surprisingly strong. In one fluid motion, she pinned both of his wrists above his head with just one hand. Andrew’s eyes widened in shock at her strength.

With her free hand, she skillfully unbuckled his belt, pulled down the zipper, and tugged his pants and underwear down in one swift movement. His cock sprang free, already half-hard from the earlier tension.

"Elena... stop..." Andrew breathed, trying to twist his wrists free, but her grip was like iron.

She looked down at his exposed cock with hungry, loving eyes. "You don’t have to fight it," she murmured softly. "I’ll take care of you. I’ll make you feel so good that you’ll forget everything else."