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Woke Up In The Captain's Bed

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1083    |    Released on: Today at 19:04

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hotel's revolving glass doors when a lo

the curb, cutting off my path toward the subway entrance

t with no tie, looking every bit the relaxed executive assistant, t

sharp hazel eyes swept over the massive black hoodie switching against m

ne of the sweatshirt, pulling it tight against

e legs and a man's gym wear? You want TMZ getting

ht from my face. I swallowed my pride, walked around

ed of rich leather and fresh espresso. Without a word, Duncan p

latte. N

ound the warm cardboard

ic of Seventh Avenue. He tapped his fingers rhythmically agai

d smoothly. "Some people seemed pretty atta

ffee. "I had too much to drink

id, the corner of h

orty-Second Street, the bright red s

stop here

, then back at me. "We're

n the glass storefront. "I need some extra-strength

nds. He didn't challenge the excuse. He pulled t

easy walk from here.

stood on the sidewalk and waited until the black Defender disappeared

pushed through t

eart hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird.

slapped a twenty-dollar bill on the counter. Te

h the foil backing. I didn't have water. Without any water, I

sical discomfort finally anchored my spiraling mind. I crumpled the empty box

wiped clean. Nothing happen

rubber flooring hit me like a familiar wall. My thighs still ached with a dull throb from last night, making my stride sli

ment and uniform design department was housed. I pushed open the frosted glass d

blonde hair pinned in a sleek, competitive bun. She stopped dead i

rry across the open-plan office. "Where did you wake up? Tha

her came into the city last night. I crashed on his

learly didn't buy the lie, b

estroom. Axel is on a rampage. He's picking the final

technical sportswear showcase in Europe. For an underpaid, namel

ds-up," I said, sid

lled my makeup bag from my purse, grabbed my heavy-coverage concealer, and began dabb

my laptop to pull up the 3D render fil

one hundred percent, my desk pho

m right now," our design director, Axel, barked into the receiv

nst the desk. I glanced down at the glowing screen

ft the lounge early. I'm worried sick. L

ing smirk to

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“I was just an underpaid junior designer trying to survive the ruthless world of professional hockey. But after catching my boyfriend with his hands up my best friend's designer skirt in a filthy alley, I got blackout drunk and stumbled into the wrong armored SUV. I woke up pinned beneath Kurt Duran-the terrifying, untouchable captain of the New York franchise and the absolute ruler of the sports empire that paid my salary. Terrified of being branded a desperate gold-digger, I ran. I swallowed a Plan B pill, dumped my cheating ex, and worked myself to the bone to earn the prestigious Milan Design Summit nomination. But my jealous coworkers couldn't stand a nobody winning. They hacked my terminal and planted stolen competitor files on my workstation, framing me for federal corporate espionage. My director suspended me on the spot. Security guards began sweeping my life's work into a plastic evidence bin, while my colleagues sneered that I was heading straight to a federal penitentiary. I clenched my bleeding palms, suffocating under the sheer injustice. I had survived poverty, a cheating ex, and grueling sleepless nights just to prove my worth. Why was my entire career being destroyed over a manufactured lie? "Hand over your badge and your digital keys," my director barked. I refused to shed a single tear for those hyenas. Suddenly, the frosted glass doors were kicked open with a thunderous crash. Kurt Duran strode into the room flanked by five elite litigation partners, his murderous blue eyes locked directly on me, ready to burn the entire building to the ground.”