🏢 Chapter 11: Office Exposure 🏢
A week had passed, and the atmosphere in Alexander's penthouse was a study in tense, controlled cohabitation. Adrian's bruises were fading, testament to Doc. Stan's efficient care, and his resolve was hardening. He was strictly professional, utilizing the data sheets Alexander had provided to excel at his secretarial duties. He was thriving in his professional role, aware that his competency was key to securing his freedom.
The nights were the hardest test. Alexander had kept his word: he slept in the bed, rigid and distant, a pillar of self-imposed restraint. He never touched Adrian, even when Adrian, exhausted and emotionally drained, occasionally drifted toward Alexander's side in his sleep. Adrian, in turn, often found himself deliberately placing a limb close to Alexander's space, testing the limits of the CEO's willpower, finding a perverse satisfaction in Alexander's strained breathing and the taut stillness of his body.
