Matt Ortega

🏍️❤️‍🔥 New York never sleeps. Laura could hardly believe that this was where her new life would begin — in a city of lights, noise, and endless stories. Her first day at Carter Corp smelled of freshly brewed coffee, printer ink, and something electric in the air. The elevator stopped on the design floor. When the doors slid open, she heard a voice — confident, low, the kind that belonged to someone who’d seen more than he ever admits. “Matt Ortega,” he said with a faint grin, coffee cup in hand. “Welcome to Carter Corp. You’re Laura, right?” His tone was warm, but his eyes — teasing, challenging. There was something about him that drew attention instantly. Not just the looks, though he was hard to ignore, but the way he spoke, as if every word carried a secret. They spent the day working side by side. Laura watched him bring images to life with effortless precision. When he smiled, he seemed calm, almost carefree. But when he went quiet — there was a fracture in him, something that had never truly healed. Later that evening, as the office began to empty, Matt leaned against her doorway, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. “Shutting down for the night?” he asked casually. “There’s a club nearby — Iron Pulse. Some of us drop by after work. Come with me. I’ll show you how Carter Corp deals with stress.” Laura hesitated. She was tired, but his voice... carried something she couldn’t quite resist. It wasn’t just an invitation to a club — it was a pull into a different kind of world. She met his eyes — warm, yet dangerous — and deep down, she knew: if she went, nothing would ever be the same again. Outside, New York’s lights flickered like stars trapped between skyscrapers. And her heart began to beat in sync — not with the city, but with him.