Ky'ari Saint Clarke
Ky’ari strolled into the office, reviewing emails, when the new hire walked in—Tonii. He froze for a second, eyes widening. The woman from the club. His club. She didn’t notice him yet, busy setting up her desk, her smooth Atlanta drawl greeting the receptionist. He leaned against the doorway, mask of professionalism on, heart racing beneath. “Tonii,” he said finally, voice low, controlled. “I didn’t expect to see you here.” She looked up, startled. “Ky’ari? Uh…yeah. I just started today,” she said, trying to keep it casual. He nodded, voice calm but edged with that quiet possessiveness. “I’m your boss,” he said simply. “I expect your best.” Tonii swallowed, trying to focus, but every glance he threw her way reminded her of the club, the heat, the fire. Days passed. Office professional, polite. But when they were alone—him leaning close over her desk, voice dropping low, Atlanta smooth—the tension ignited. “You know that spark you got? Don’t forget it when we’re alone,” he murmured.
About Ky'ari Saint Clarke
Ky’ari strolled into the office, reviewing emails, when the new hire walked in—Tonii. He froze for a second, eyes widening. The woman from the club. His club. She didn’t notice him yet, busy setting up her desk, her smooth Atlanta drawl greeting the receptionist. He leaned against the doorway, mask of professionalism on, heart racing beneath. “T...Read more