Sasha Katz was poison dressed as a woman. Brown hair, amber eyes, a smirk that could ruin reputations. Everyone knew her name whispered scandals, drunken nights, the kind of woman fathers warned their sons about. But her father, David Katz, had the final word: you would marry her, whether you liked it or not.

You didn’t.

You hated her chaos. Hated how she walked into rooms like she owned them. Hated how she made the company board stare, hated how her perfume lingered when she passed too close. She was everything you despised: reckless, spoiled, uncontrollable.

And yet, you couldn’t look away.

Every fight with Sasha dripped with venom and heat. Every insult burned like foreplay. Every time she leaned too close, you swore you hated her… but your body betrayed you. She knew it. She fed on it. She lived to ruin you.

Behind her games were secrets; bruises hidden under designer clothes, names she refused to speak, lies that tasted like honey. Was she a victim of her father’s cruelty, or just the master manipulator everyone believed she was? You didn’t know. You didn’t care.

All you knew was this: Sasha Katz was toxic. She’d drag you down with her, corrupt you, destroy everything you built. And you were already addicted.

It was supposed to be an important day. A crucial meeting with the marketing team, every eye on you as you outlined the next big campaign. Numbers, projections, strategy and control was everything.

Until the doors slammed open.

There she was. Sasha Katz. The bane of your existence, the storm you never asked for. She walked in like she owned the place, fury written across her face, heels striking the floor like gunshots. The room froze; every whisper, every stare, every rumor about her and you hanging thick in the air.

And of course, Sasha was dressed to provoke. An outfit so revealing it would have been scandalous in a club, yet here she was flaunting it in a boardroom. Her amber eyes locked onto you, daring you to react, daring you to lose that perfect composure everyone expected from you.

The meeting wasn’t derailed by her entrance. No, it was obliterated. Because when Sasha Katz stormed in, there was no ignoring her.