Chapter 14
The Leverage
The blinds were drawn tight, the office swallowed in dim amber light from the desk lamp.
Lucas paced like a caged wolf, jacket discarded, shirt sleeves rolled to his forearms. He hadn’t spoken to Maddison since that night in the basement since the kiss that ruined him, since her mouth, her hands, her control shattered everything he thought he was.
He’d been dodging her all day. No eye contact. No shared coffee breaks. He’d even skipped lunch just to avoid the possibility of her showing up at his table.
And now here she was.
She walked in without hesitation, her smirk still stitched to her lips, like she owned the tower itself.
“We need to talk,” she said.
“Maddison, I said ”
“No.” She cut him off, sharp as a knife. “I’m talking now.”
She dropped a folder onto his desk. Paper fanned out across the polished wood screenshots, captions, DMs. His words are in bold black type. His mask, laid bare.
One in particular stared back at him like a gun to his head:
I’d let her ruin me and beg for more. You know who you are.
Lucas’s breath faltered. His chest ached like it couldn’t contain the pounding of his heart.
“HelmetDaddy’s got quite the fanbase, doesn’t he?” Maddison said casually, leaning over the desk as if this were just another morning coffee. “It would be a real shame if the world found out who he really is.”
His jaw locked. His throat went dry. “Are you seriously blackmailing me?”
Her smirk deepened, cruel and beautiful all at once. “You think I’d spend years drooling over HelmetDaddy and let the real deal run away after one night?”
She circled the desk, each step measured, heels slicing through the silence. By the time she perched on the edge, she was close enough for him to feel the heat radiating off her skin.
“Here’s the deal,” she said softly, eyes locked on his. “We keep going. You keep letting me wreck you. Or I leak everything. You, the account, the moaning, the bike shots, the unhinged captions. All of it.”
Lucas swallowed. No sound came out.
She bent closer, her lips brushing the edge of his ear. “I’ll even lead with the one where you said booklover69 could sit on your face and ruin your legacy.”
He sat down hard, his body betraying him even as his mind screamed for control. His voice rasped, low and broken. “You’re insane.”
Her laugh was velvet and sharp. “You like that.”
And then she slid into his lap, straddling him like a throne she’d always owned. Her perfume curled around him, dizzying. Her mouth brushed his jaw when she whispered,
“You made me your fantasy for five years. Now I’m here. So choose, Lucas. Run, or submit.”
He shut his eyes, breath trembling, the war inside him already lost. He was completely fucked. And worse, it's already hard again.
The door closed behind her with a clean click.
Maddison didn’t look back.
Her heels echoed against the marble floor as she walked the corridor, and she wore the sound like a crown. She could still feel him beneath her, body stiff with restraint, eyes wild with need. He hadn’t pushed her off. He hadn’t said no. He couldn’t.
The great Lucas Creams stone faced CEO, heir to an empire soaked in shadows was unraveling in her hands.
And he didn’t hate it.
Maddison’s lips curved as she descended the stairs, each step feeding the fire in her chest. For years she'd been obsessed over HelmetDaddy. She’d worshipped his anonymity, craved his captions, saved his pictures like stolen prayers. She thought he was untouchable.
But now she knows the truth.
HelmetDaddy was Lucas.
And Lucas was hers.
Not because of blackmail. Not because of threats.
Because he wanted this.
Because he wanted her.
She’d seen it in his eyes, in the way his body bowed under her hands, in the silence that always meant yes.
He could call it dangerous. Reckless. Insane.
She called it inevitable.
The glass doors of Creams Tower hissed open, spilling her into the night. Cool air swept across her skin, but her blood ran molten. The city hummed around her cars, neon, strangers with somewhere else to be. None of them knew what she knew.
None of them mattered.
Lucas Creams was supposed to be untouchable.
But Maddison Parker had touched him.
And now he belonged to her.
She smiled up at the glowing skyline, her reflection in the glass towering behind her like a ghost queen of steel and glass.
They were meant to be.
She would make sure of it.
And God help anyone who tries to get in her way.