~Maliya's POV~
The clock on my desk ticked past midnight, but the weight of two years without him felt heavier than any deadline I'd ever crushed. My late husband, Amante, had been my everything... until a drunk driver stole him away on a rainy highway. Since then, I'd buried myself in this glass tower of a company, turning grief into empire-building.
Tonight, though, on his death anniversary, the office felt like a tomb. Empty floors below, just the hum of the AC and my ragged breaths as I stared at spreadsheets that blurred through unshed tears. I shifted in my leather chair, the silk of my pencil skirt riding up my thighs. God, I was aching. Not just for him... but for release.
Two years of celibacy had turned my body into a live wire, sparking at the slightest touch. My fingers t
