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“Dysis,” Alexander said at last, his voice low and velvety, carrying the weight of command yet softened by an undercurrent of something she couldn’t place. “You’re late.”She swallowed, trying to steady the flutter in her chest. “I wasn’t aware I was being timed.”A shadow of a smirk tugged at his lips, but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. He stepped forward, closing the remaining distance between them. His eyes swept over me briefly, not in judgment but with an intensity that left my feeling exposed, seen.“You’re here now,” he said simply, his tone quieter but no less firm.I nodded, my voice caught somewhere in my throat. I moved toward the car, but before I could reach the door, Alexander was already there, his hand resting lightly on the handle. He held it open for me, his gaze never leaving mine.“Go in.” He said almost like a command I hesitated, the silence thick with unspoken anticipation. I glanced at his outstretched hand, weighing the choice before me. Shoul
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"I'm not ignoring you," I answered, her tone cutting. "I simply have nothing to say." Alexander's keen eyes moved to her leg, where she had subtly hidden her foot under the table. "What happened to your leg?" he inquired, his voice relaxed yet tinged with worry. Heat flooded my cheeks, embarrassment engulfing me while I struggled to find a response. “It’s not a big deal,” I responded swiftly, attempting to dismiss it. Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You’re wearing those heels. They can’t be comfortable.”I looked at her footwear—beautiful, strappy heels in a deep shade of red that matched her dress perfectly. The intricate straps intertwined gracefully around her ankles, while the tapered toes extended her legs, giving her a sense of strength and vulnerability. However, in spite of their elegance, the shoes squeezed her feet, and she let out a sigh. They were the sole shoes Vee had taken with the dress, leaving her without another option. “They’re just a bit…
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The gentle purr of the car engine resonated softly in the night, merging with the rhythmic whispers of Dysis’s calm breathing. From the driver’s seat, Alexander glanced at her, noticing her head tilted slightly in his direction, with strands of her honey-brown hair cascading over her face. Her cheeks retained a rosy hue from the wine, and a serene look occupied her face, absent of the defensive defiance she usually exhibited. As the Levi mansion appeared, Alexander's hold on the steering wheel grew firmer. The words she’d murmured before drifting off remained in his thoughts like a lingering tune. *Please don’t hit me, Dad… I’m sorry.* He couldn’t dispel the rage it provoked—an anger aimed not at her, but at the man who caused her suffering. Pulling into the circular driveway, he brought the car to a halt. Exiting quietly, Alexander moved to her side and opened the door. Dysis didn’t stir as he reached down to lift her, her head naturally nestling against his shoulder. She felt ligh
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"Don't wander off. I’ll meet you in an hour," Alexander said as he handed Vee his sleek black card, his tone clipped. His icy-blue eyes flicked to Dysis briefly, softening for a fraction of a second. "Get what you need. Vee, stay with her."Dysis hesitated, the weight of his gaze making her stomach churn. “Are you not coming with us?”“I have something to take care of,” he replied, his voice firm. Without waiting for her response, he turned and strode toward the parking lot, his tailored coat billowing behind him.“Come on,” Vee said, her tone softening as she tugged Dysis toward the glass doors of the luxury mall. “Let’s get those shoes sorted out.”The mall was bustling, its opulent atmosphere overwhelming. Chandeliers sparkled above them, and polished marble floors reflected the designer stores on every corner. Dysis felt out of place in her worn sneakers and simple dress, but Vee’s confident stride gave her the courage to follow.---Inside a boutique with walls lined in expensive
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