Loving the Bad Guy

she was bombarded with emails, phone calls, and urgent requests from various departments. But amid

dia and publicity team for the following day, two hours before lunch break. It was a crucial gathering to discuss the u

notes and ready to ensure that everything ran smoothly. As the appointed time drew near, she ushered everyone into the bo

flying in from Florida after completing a shoot for Vogue Magazine and would join them shortly. Despite

Millers' arrival. Stacy had meticulously arranged the meeting,

nquired sharply, his gaze fixed on Stacy, w

a few minutes ago by her agent that she just boarded off the plane a few minutes ago. She sh

ntrance. As the door swung open, Stacy's heart skipped a beat. Standing before her was not the ant

process the sight before her. Camille, now Milly, exuded confidence and beauty,

unexpected reunion unfolding before them. Nathan, ever the voi

as always," he remarked, attempting

e flourish. Dropping her bag onto the desk with a loud bang, she crossed her legs confidently and turned her attention to Nathan. "So... What did I miss?" s

otographer, Mark, began discussin

the jewelry," Mark suggested, his tone confident. "We could play with dif

ement, murmuring their

illy's wardrobe options deliberated on th

ed, gesturing towards the sketches spread out before them. "It'l

l-black outfit? It could add a touch of drama an

gaged, lost in her phone and chewing gum without a care in the wo

shoot," her agent interjected, a hint of impatience in her voice. "

ent. "Absolutely," he chimed in. "We'll make sure Milly receives wh

hile trying to remain focused on the meeting. But despite her efforts, her mind ke

the complex emotions stirred up by Camille's unexpected appearance. The weight of their strain

boardroom. That was the first time he had gotten her name rig

er own thoughts. She stared blankly ahead, unresponsiv

his voice rising with each word. "Are you taking note

tile attempt to find some semblance of coherent notes. But all she found

, Stacy shook her head slowly. "Not really," she admitted qui

e clenched his fists in frustration. "My office, now," he snapped, h

with embarrassment as she followed Nathan out of the room like a lost puppy

eavy with tension as Stacy entere

ern and harsh, his arms crossed as he leaned f

culate the whirlwind of emotions raging inside her. "I-I don't know... I'm sorry... I

the walls of Nathan's office. "It's all my fault... She hates me... She'll n

he rose from his seat and crossed the room to envelop her in a comforting embrace. He

than murmured softly, his voice a

wish to never remember but those secrets made those who we are today they gave us strength and gave us the push to want to be better. You will fine Stacy, in

n them. In that moment, the barriers that had once separated them melted away,

just of attraction, but of shared pain and unspoken yearning. In that moment, they were no longer

both. With each caress and touch, they explored the depths of their de

s consumed by a hunger that could not be denied. It was a forbidden desire, fueled by th

never be the same again. For in each other's arms, they had found a connection that transcended