Page 41 of In A Mood For Mr. Wrong

Grayson grabs his phone and dials Olivia. "Get the press ready. We’re calling an emergency board meeting within the hour. I want every major investor and stakeholder aware thatRichard is out and thatPerfectly Matchedis officially under new leadership."

I pull out my own phone, already drafting an internal memo. "I’ll notify the department heads. They need to know a transition is happening now, not tomorrow, not next week. We’re securing this before anyone has time to react."

Grayson’s eyes gleam with something close to pride. "We’ll walk into that boardroom not as competitors, but as the only real power left in this company. They either get in line, or they get out."

I smirk. "Let’s go show them why we were the right choice all along." The adrenaline still courses through me as we step outside the boardroom, but now that the fight is over, something else takes its place. The weight of the night, the months of tension, the years of rivalry, morphing into something entirely different.

Grayson’s hand brushes mine, deliberate, lingering. "You feel that?"

I glance up at him, still breathless from our victory. "Feel what?"

His gaze is molten, locked on me like I’m the only thing in the world. "That we’re unstoppable."

A shiver rolls down my spine, and I swallow hard. "We should celebrate."

His smirk deepens, a slow, knowing curve of his lips. "I was hoping you’d say that."

The elevator ride down is thick with unspoken words, with the kind of tension that hums between us like an electric current. The moment the doors slide open, he’s already pulling me toward the exit, toward the car waiting outside. Tonight, the fight is over. But something tells me, ours has only just begun.

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MARGOT

The moment we step inside my apartment, the energy shifts. The adrenaline is still high, the victory still fresh, but underneath it all, there’s something else, something heavier, something inevitable.

Grayson closes the door behind us, his eyes locked on mine. "We won."

I nod, barely breathing. "We did."

His smirk is slow, confident, full of something that sends a thrill through me. "So how do you want to celebrate, Evans?"

I swallow, my pulse hammering. "I have a few ideas."

His gaze darkens, and in the next second, he’s closing the distance between us, heat crackling between us like a live wire. Tonight, we aren’t rivals. We aren’t fighting for control. Tonight, there’s no more tension left unresolved. Tonight, we finally cross the line we’ve been dancing around for far too long.

Grayson steps closer, his body radiating heat, his eyes tracing over me like he’s memorizing every inch.

"You feel that?"

My breath catches. "What?"

"This pull. Like we’ve been fighting gravity. And now…"

His voice drops lower, rougher, a growl curling beneath the words.

"We stop resisting."

The weight of it lands between us, thick, undeniable. My fingers twitch at my sides, aching to reach for him, to finally close the last bit of space that’s always kept us pretending. He takes another step, and now he’s close enough that I feel his breath on my lips, the heat of his body brushing mine. My heart stutters.

"Say the word, Evans."

I swallow hard, my pulse thudding so loud it drowns out everything else.

"You already know my answer."

His smirk deepens, slow and wicked."Good."

And then he moves. Not just a kiss. A collision. His hands are on me, hot, commanding, dragging me against him like he’s starving. His mouth crashes into mine, all heat and frustration and years of things unsaid. I gasp, and he swallows it greedily, one hand tangling in my hair, the other gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. I don’t just kiss him back, I meet him, match him. My hands fly to the buttons of his shirt, tugging, fumbling, needing more. The fabric gives way and I push it off his shoulders, revealing skin I’ve thought about more times than I’ll ever admit. Golden, taut, and made for sin.

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