Welcome to NovelX

An AI-powered creative writing platform for adults.

By entering, you confirm you are 18 years or older and agree to our Terms & Conditions.

NovelX
The Wrong Recipient cover
forbidden-loveforced-proximityage-gappower-exchangebillionaire18+

The Wrong Recipient

by @nathang
1 chapters
~3 min read

Scarlett accidentally sends her boss the wrong video—a private recording meant for her husband. Now, with her husband's permission, she must decide whether to invite her boss to her hotel room and cross a line that can't be uncrossed.

Start Reading

MEET THE CHARACTERS

SH

Scarlett Hayes

A 28-year-old marketing strategist with auburn hair that falls in soft waves and intelligent green eyes that miss nothing. She moves with a quiet confidence that’s both professional and unconsciously alluring, her body toned from morning runs and her skin smelling of vanilla and ambition. The delicate lace of her black lingerie hides a hunger her husband has learned to stoke from afar.

NH

Nathan Hayes

Scarlett’s 30-year-old husband, a graphic designer with a lean build, dark, tousled hair, and a playful, possessive gleam in his hazel eyes. His hands are often stained with ink or charcoal, creative and knowing. He’s the architect of this game, finding a fierce, voyeuristic pride in his wife’s desirability and the control he exerts from a distance.

DT

Dane Thorne

Scarlett’s 35-year-old boss, a VP with a powerful build that strains the seams of his tailored suits, his presence commanding any room. He has sharp blue eyes that observe with calculated intensity, dark hair silvering at the temples, and a voice that’s deep and measured. He carries the scent of sandalwood and quiet authority, a man used to getting what he wants.

EXPLORE CHAPTERS

1

The Unpacking

The hotel room door clicks shut, sealing her in with the ghost of Dane’s sandalwood cologne from the cab ride up. Scarlett’s pulse hasn’t settled. She unzips her suitcase, and there they are—the sleek black lingerie, the smooth vibrator, nestled beside her blazers. Nathan’s game. Her skin flushes, remembering his low voice on the phone: *Show me everything.* The lace feels cool, a promise against her fingertips. Downstairs, her boss is probably in his own room. The thought is a live wire against her nerves.