FLORA’S POV There was silence in the room for a while. Maybe Alex had finally come to realize the truth—that I wasn’t the perfect person he thought I was. I couldn’t bear the thought of setting myself up for disappointment. Sure, I basked in his praises, but deep down, I knew he could never see me as anything more than his Sub. Whatever we had was transactional, wasn’t it? And I didn’t want to delude myself otherwise, knowing the caliber of person he was. Especially after what happened with Jayden. “Jesus Christ,” Alex muttered, breaking the silence as he removed the blindfold from my eyes. I blinked rapidly, the sudden light making my vision blur. My gaze dropped to the space between us, avoiding his eyes like they were molten lava. But Alex wasn’t having it. His hand cupped my face, tilting my chin upward. “Give me your eyes, Flora,” he commanded. I obeyed, locking my gaze with his piercing amber eyes. “You are perfect,” he said firmly, like he was stating a universal truth.
MELISSA’S POV Five Days Later… “Miss Roberts, congratulations on such an incredible debut! Your designs were a showstopper and left the audience in awe, and your decision to walk the runway yourself was such a bold move. What inspired you to take on that challenge?" The interviewer’s voice droned from the TV. I rolled my eyes so hard they nearly stayed in the back of my head. Flora's smug smile on the screen was the cherry on top of the torture. She thought she was so clever, didn’t she? Riding on the back of pity to catapult herself into the limelight. Jayden, sitting beside me on the couch, leaned forward like a lovesick puppy. "Thank you so much!” Flora began. "To be honest, it wasn’t part of the plan at all. The day before the event, I found out my signature piece had been sabotaged. It was devastating. Someone had destroyed my dress, and all my sketches had been wiped from my system. To make things worse, my model called in sick just hours before the show." Jayden sighe
FLORA’S POV As soon as I stepped out of the interview room, Vicky was waiting, her warm smile as radiant as ever. In one hand, she held a steaming mug of coffee, which she extended toward me. “Come here, my good luck charm,” she said, spreading her arms wide. I couldn’t help but return her smile as I walked into her embrace. The soft patting on my back was soothing, grounding me after the whirlwind of interviews and public appearances. “How was that interview?” she asked once we pulled apart, her eyes scanning my face with genuine interest. “It was... refreshing,” I replied as we started walking out of the building. Trailing behind us were her assistant and a couple of bodyguards. Vicky nodded approvingly. “Your story is inspiring, Flora. You’re now the new face of fashion in Rockshire. I knew you were a diamond the very first day I saw you, and I’m so glad you proved me right.” Her words sent warmth flooding through me. “Thank you, Vicky. I’m truly grateful for the opportu
ALEX’S POV “Are you nervous?” I asked as I stepped out and opened the car door for Flora, offering her my hand. She shook her head far too quickly, avoiding my gaze. “Not at all.” Liar. I could read her like an open book. Her fingers had trembled on the ride here, betraying the calm front she wore like armor. She had no idea just how much I noticed, every sigh, every nervous fidget, every time her teeth worried that soft bottom lip. One thing Flora doesn’t know about me is that I’m very observant, especially towards people I care about. And I care about Flora—a lot. And then there was that dress. Jesus Christ, that red sequin gown had me spiraling. It hugged every one of her curves as though it was custom-made to drive me insane. The slit up the side teased just enough of her smooth thigh to make my brain short-circuit. All the way to this goddamn event, I had been battling the overwhelming urge to pull her into my lap and take her right there in the backseat. I had been ro
FLORA’S POV “If that isn’t the charismatic Alexander Lee Bennett,” a sultry female voice chimed behind us, rich with amusement and laced with a faint accent. I felt Alex stiffen beside me, his grip on my hand tightening ever so slightly before he turned toward the source of the voice. I followed his gaze, my curiosity piqued, and my eyes met a piercing deep blue gaze staring into mine with a smirk. She looked stunning, and from her poise and the way she clutched her wine glass, I could tell she had been in this game for a long time. She was breathtaking, the kind of woman whose entire existence screamed old money, designer labels, and boarding school poise. Everything about her, her sleek, raven hair and her perfectly lined crimson lips, looked polished to perfection. She seemed familiar somehow, but I couldn’t place her face. “Cynthia,” Alex said with forced cheerfulness as he strode toward her. I watched as they exchanged kisses on the cheek, the kind of cheek kiss rich peo
FLORA’S POV I met a few more people who were amazed by my presence. Before I was done talking to all those people, I felt better. As much as Cynthia’s little stunt earlier had rattled me, I wasn’t going to let one snooty wine heiress ruin my night. So, I let myself unwind and even flirted a little with some of the younger, single men. Every now and then, I felt Alex’s gaze on me. His eyes lingered just long enough to send a shiver down my spine, but he didn’t approach me. Instead, he remained engaged in conversation with Cynthia and the older man who had joined their little group earlier. After a while, the energy began to wane, and I found myself craving a quiet moment. As the music slowed and couples began to fill the dance floor, I slipped away to the rail overlooking the city skyline, still clutching the glass of champagne I had been nursing since the night began. “Can I have this dance, Ms. Roberts?” The smooth and familiar voice startled me. I spun around, and there h
FLORA’S POV I knew I was deluding myself the moment I bolted from the party, thinking I could outpace Alex and avoid him altogether. But of course, Alex was Alex, he didn’t let things go. His footsteps followed me down the stairs, even as I slipped off my heels and made a desperate attempt to disappear into the night. Jayden’s words shouldn't matter, especially those about the scandalous relationship between us, but somehow, they kept repeating in my head. Maybe this thing with Alex, whatever it was, needed to stop before it spiraled completely out of control. I can’t keep getting caught up in sordid affairs with older unavailable men. “Flora! Stop right there!” Alex’s voice thundered behind me as I darted into a dimly lit alley. But I didn’t plan to stop. I didn’t even know where I was headed; anywhere but away from him. As I heard his footsteps come closer, I took to my heels, and he chased after me. “I swear to God, Flora, I will punish you thoroughly for this!” His voice w
FLORA’S POV I stared at him, unsure of what to say. His words didn’t fully register; I was too busy trying not to gawk at the way his hands moved to unbuckle his belt. Slow. Deliberate. Dangerous. “Say that again,” he urged, his voice was as smooth as melted chocolate. “Say what again?” I blinked confused while my pulse thundered like a war drum. He leaned in slightly, amber-gold eyes fixed on me with the intensity of a predator closing in on its prey. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you want to end this.” The words struck like a bolt of lightning. I froze and my throat suddenly went dry. Oh, right. That. My declaration of independence from this dangerously addictive man. The words had rolled off my tongue in a fit of anger earlier, but now? Standing there with nothing but a handful of fabric and his relentless gaze, I wasn’t so sure anymore. I said nothing, unable to muster a coherent response. “That’s what I thought,” he rumbled. The belt came off with a soft, menacing his
JAYDEN’S POV Melissa was sitting by the vanity table when I walked back into her bedroom. She looked like she had a good cry. Good, because she would be shedding more than tears soon. I couldn’t believe all that Levi had told me, and all that I had found out in these past few days. After Levi spilled the truth, I didn’t waste a second. I dragged him straight to Oregun to confirm it. I had contacted my lawyers mid-flight. My security team had flown with us too, just in case Levi tried to pull something. The whole way there, I expected him to back down; to admit he was lying just to get money out of me. But no. if anything, he looked excited to expose her. Melissa glanced at me through the mirror, then quickly looked away like she wasn’t ready for any conversation with me. I had left Rockshire for days without telling her, after all. “You’re back,” she muttered, voice low. “Mhm,” I responded, not moving from where I stood. I was still trying to figure out where to start with her. I
MELISSA’S POV “You’re just good for nothing, aren’t you?” my father’s voice boomed through the phone. His tone was razor-sharp. “Why do you always act so impulsively? Did you expect me to hand you a round of applause after this nonsense?” I gritted my teeth, holding the phone tighter than necessary. “You wanted this,” I snapped back. “I just grabbed the opportunity!” “Can you hear yourself?” he shot back with disdain. “What about your damn wedding to Jayden? This was supposed to come after the wedding. You’re supposed to marry him first, then bring them down. Now you’ve gone and thrown the whole plan out of order!” That was when it hit me, like a slap across the face. I had screwed up. Big time. I had been so consumed by my obsession with ruining Flora that I completely forgot the wedding was supposed to come first. I shut my eyes and let out a shaky exhale as reality sunk in. How could I have been so stupid? Jayden wasn’t even going to talk about any wedding until this investigat
FLORA’S POV I had completely lost track of time. Curled up in the corner of the sofa, as far from the window as I could get, I hugged my knees and tried to untangle the storm raging in my mind. I was confused, devastated, and absolutely terrified. My phone had been ringing nonstop until I finally turned it off. Right now, the only thing I crave is peace and quiet. I had cried so much that my tear ducts seemed to have staged a protest. Now, all that was left was this hollow ache in my chest as I stared blankly into space. My mind was running a marathon, a thousand thoughts vying for attention, but none of them was helpful. A loud bang at the door jolted me out of my thoughts. My heart nearly leaped out of my chest, and I scrambled off the couch, my pulse racing like I had just heard a gunshot. I quickly glanced at the video doorbell screen. Two men were struggling by my door. My stomach dropped. I inched closer to the door, my hands trembling. When I listened closely, I realized one
ALEX’S POV I sat in my car, parked across the street from Flora’s apartment, my knuckles white as I gripped the steering wheel. Reporters flooded the place like predators waiting to pounce on their prey. My pulse was pounding hard enough to make my head throb. This entire situation was a nightmare, ridiculous, fabricated, and blown completely out of proportion. This was precisely what I had wanted to avoid, the reason I insisted on keeping our relationship discreet for now, until she had stood her ground enough. But here it was, splashed across every news outlet, feeding the public a story so salacious it didn’t even matter if it was true. Flora was no “siren” seducing her way up the corporate ladder, as they so gleefully painted her to be. Yes, she had worked as my assistant, but Bennett Fashion wasn’t even under my direct control, it was my mother’s domain. Vicky had been the one to see Flora’s talent, to recognize her brilliance, and to reward her hard work with opportuniti
MELISSA’S POV I perched on the twin couch next to Lisette in the living room, feigning interest in her endless parade of wedding decoration samples. Her overly polished nails pointed at floral arrangements and seating charts while my thoughts danced gleefully elsewhere. My heart wasn’t racing from nerves, it was a pure mixture of excitement and triumph. Finally, Flora Roberts was getting the heat she deserved. And better yet, she was going down faster than I had even dared to dream. “Are you even listening?” Lisette’s sharp tone snapped me back to the present. I turned to her, unable to suppress the smug grin spreading across my face. “Have you seen the news this morning?” Lisette’s perfectly carved brows furrowed slightly. “Does it have anything to do with Kensington?” “Kind of, but it isn’t in a very bad light," I replied casually, savoring the moment. "It’s about Flora. The media’s tearing her apart, calling her out for the manipulative gold-digger she is. This is the per
FLORA’S POV I stepped out of the cab, clutching my handbag, and crossed the street toward our apartment building. Mom had called earlier to let me know she was off to work, so I knew I would have some quiet time to myself before heading to the office. It was a little past 8:00 a.m., on Monday morning, and I couldn’t stop smiling as I recounted my weekend with Alex. It had been a memorable weekend indeed. To think I had been skeptical when Vicky announced I would be going to the business conference in the company of Alex. I was practically dreading it. Now, I wish every work trip could be just the two of us. Business and... well, pleasure. The familiar dingy reception area greeted me as I walked in, exchanging pleasantries with the elderly caretaker before heading upstairs. Our apartment was on the first floor, making the elevator unnecessary, but as I climbed the stairs, my phone buzzed incessantly. I fished it out of my handbag and saw Jolly’s name flashing on the screen. Sighing
JAYDEN’S POV The city lights shimmered like scattered stars outside my hotel window. I leaned against the glass, my forehead pressed to its cool surface as I tried to untangle the mess of emotions. Sleep was very far from me tonight. Seeing Flora again wasn’t supposed to feel like this, like a sharp knife twisting in the wound of my own mistakes. How could I have been so blind? If only I had seen her potential back then. If only I hadn’t let class, status, and my family’s obsession with appearances dictate my choices. Flora could still have been my wife and the most celebrated, rising designer standing by my side tonight. The way people fawned over her tonight made me realize I had truly lost a good thing. But the way she smiled at me tonight gave me a ray of hope. Should I pursue her more? Maybe persistence would make her see me again. But regretting losing Flora was one on the list of my problems right now. I sighed heavily, looking back towards my bed where my laptop sat
FLORA’S POV Alex planted soft kisses on my forehead after another mind-blowing lovemaking session. I was thoroughly and completely spent, my body was a blissful heap, and I loved every second of it. Now, he held me in his arms, cuddling me. I couldn’t even tell how long we had been here, lost in each other. “Do you feel good, flower?” Alex murmured, his voice tender as he brushed his lips against mine. I nodded, as a lazy smile tugged at my lips. “I feel great.” “It’s time to take proper care of you,” he whispered into my ear before slipping out of me and getting out of bed. “Come,” he said, extending his hand. I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me upright before scooping me into his arms. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, anchoring me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder, letting out a contented sigh. Tonight had been intense, and my body was exhausted in the best way possible. Alex seemed to understand everything I was feeling without me needing to say a w
FLORA’S POV “Can you untie my hands now?” I asked as Alex pulled away from the kiss, leaving my lips tingling with the aftermath. “Your hands stay tied,” he murmured. Then, he spread my thighs. He withdrew the vibrator, the slick sensation sending a shiver coursing through me. His finger trailed up the sensitive line of my core, and a jolt of pleasure rippled through me, scattering like sparks into every nerve. I slumped forward, resting my forehead on his shoulder, my heart pounding. "You’re drenched,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. The deep timbre of his voice felt like a caress all its own. A moment later, his finger plunged into me, coaxing a gasp from my lips. “You want me, don’t you?” His finger slid out, only to return with an intensity that made my legs tremble. “Answer me, baby girl,” he demanded, his voice tinged with a rough edge that sent a thrill through me. “Yes, I want you,” I panted against his shoulder. He groaned in satisfaction