Tyrone's dark eyes bore into Heather's, his slender fingers pinching her chin, as he suggested, "How about a bath, Ms. Sutton?"They both knew what would happen that night, and Heather was way past being shy about it. Nevertheless, she blushed and avoided his piercing gaze. Her long eyelashes fluttered as she whispered, "I…"Her rumbling stomach cut her off."Are you hungry?" Tyrone asked."A little," she admitted. She hadn't eaten, and what had happened at the Lunary had ruined her appetite. But now that she had recovered from the events of the evening, she was hungry.Tyrone said, "Let's get some food in you then."He was surprisingly obliging. Confused by his sudden kindness, Heather asked, "I thought… I mean, are you sure you want to wait?"Tyrone was about to make a phone call when he heard this and cast her a sidelong glance. "Do you want me that badly?"Her face warmed. "That wasn't what I meant."She had seen proof of his arousal, and she figured it might be hard for
Heather had no idea how seductive she looked in Tyrone's shirt.Unfortunately, she was hungry. She was already delicate, to begin with; Tyrone knew he couldn't expect any endurance on her part if they were to dive right into business before she had dinner.He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her to the dining room. "Come on, we'll have dinner first."Tyrone's kitchen was built for aesthetics, which was made evident by the absence of basic cooking utensils.As such, dinner was made up of the takeout Caleb had gotten from five-star restaurants, which he had delivered along with Heather's purse.Heather set the table and took her seat just as Tyrone did. She was starving and didn't bother with formalities as she helped herself to the food.Tyrone, on the contrary, wasn't hungry. Giving the food a pass, he opened a bottle of wine instead and poured himself a glass. He watched Heather eat as he swirled his wine and slowly sampled it.He was used to mingling with socialites
Tyrone said, "I'm off to the company. You can take the day off and get some rest.""It's fine.it had I can go to work," Heather countered.He eyed her in amusement. "Aren't you exhausted after last night?"Heather's face warmed. He was right; her legs were aching, and her body was as sore as it was worn out."Be a good girl and stay home today," Tyrone added when she didn't respond and handed her a tube of ointment. "Here.""What is it?" The words on the packaging were in Erylean, but Heather didn't get a proper look at them after she took the ointment from Tyrone."I used it on you after you got hurt last night, but you'll have to reapply it a few more times," Tyrone explained matter-of-factly.Hurt? She didn't remember getting hurt anywhere.Horror and realization dawned upon Heather when she made sense of Tyrone's words. At once, she was seized by the urge to throw away the ointment like it burned her hand.She couldn't believe Tyrone had gone so far as to apply the ointmen
Heather had assumed Craig would have given up on waiting for her at her apartment building and left last night. She hadn't expected him to still be here.He seemed tanner than before, though that was expected given his recent honeymoon on Crescent Isle."Hattie, where were you last night? Why weren't you at home?" Craig demanded. He was exhausted from waiting here the whole night, and his tone was filled with accusation.Heather snapped to her senses and nearly sputtered. "Who are you to ask me that, Craig?"He froze. "Hattie, I was here the entire night waiting for you. I have so much to tell you. It was never my intention to get married."I went home because my mom really was sick. I told her about us, but I never expected her to emotionally blackmail me into marrying another woman. "She threatened to take her own life if I didn't do as she asked. When I refused, she had my brother lock me up. "I couldn't reach you at all, and I was left with no choice but to go through with
Heather had never met Craig's mother, Evelyn Donovan. She had only ever heard him talk about her.Craig's father had died when he was a boy, leaving Evelyn to raise two sons on her own. She had struggled and often worked herself sick trying to make ends meet. Eventually, she had become chronically ill, and her condition had only worsened in the last few years.Heather honestly didn't blame Craig for giving in to Evelyn's demands, but that was a choice he had made, and he should be the one to bear the consequences of it.Craig had come there convinced that if he could explain himself to Heather, she would understand and forgive him. He had never expected her to turn him away so heartlessly."How could you leave me, Hattie?" he thought in despair as he watched Heather leave.He tried to chase after her, but at that moment, a red sports car pulled up next to him. The door on the driver's side opened, and a young woman with an hourglass figure stepped out. She wore a long, red dre
Ivy elaborated, "Bob is one of the film's backers. He wasn't entirely lying last night when he told me there was a movie in the making, but he tends to offer these roles to actresses only if they agree to sleep with him."When the director heard about Tyrone coming to our defense and saw me with Seth, he immediately sent the script over. That was when I got offered the lead role."Ivy's gaze was dark as a bitter smile curled on her lips. "This is the first time a director and producer have begged me to star in a movie. Funny how money and power can take someone this far, huh?"There had been countless occasions where she vowed to prove herself through her acting skills and make directors take notice of her. She had been determined to do her best, even if she landed minor roles.And yet, the one time she had been offered the lead role had nothing to do with her acting skills whatsoever.For some reason, Heather sensed that something was bothering Ivy. "Will you accept the role, I
The executives behind Tyrone raised their brows at the question he had directed at Heather. If they hadn't thought anything was amiss between Tyrone and Heather before, their imaginations certainly ran wild now!They were also curious about the ointment Tyrone was referring to and how he had known Heather was injured in the first place.Something had obviously happened between Tyrone and Heather.It didn't help that Tyrone's words were full of concern for Heather, despite his cold and distant tone.He had always maintained a solemn and aloof demeanor since his first day as president of the company. No one had ever seen him be so kind to his subordinates, much less show concern for them.Rumor had it that Heather and Tyrone were having an illicit affair, but judging by their interaction now, it might actually be true."What—" Heather was baffled by Tyrone's question at first, but when she saw the roguish gleam in his eyes, she immediately realized what he was talking about.She
Tyrone was a rascal, through and through.Heather considered the curious stares of the small team behind Tyrone and forced out the words, "Thank you, Mr. Elkin. If you'll excuse me, I have to get back to work now."Without waiting for his response, she quickly picked up the scattered paperwork on the ground and bolted from the scene.Tyrone was amused as he watched her take off like a startled bunny.As Heather walked, she cursed Tyrone for being such a rogue. He could have spared her the embarrassment, but he had chosen to put her in an awkward position instead.She finally stopped walking when she got to the stairwell entrance. She patted her flushed cheeks and straightened out the documents she was holding, all the while cursing Tyrone inwardly.Just then, her phone buzzed with a message from none other than Tyrone, which read, "Bring me the advertising department's interim budget in half an hour."Heather read the message again and frowned. She had a feeling Tyrone was up to