This sexy daredevil Gavin. He had built this? This… flower cafe? Just for me? My breath hitched in my throat. It wasn't just a cafe with a few potted plants scattered around. This was a floral wonderland. Vines draped from the ceiling, blossoms of every imaginable colour cascading down like living waterfalls. I could only stare speechless. This was like one of my dreams come true. I’ve always wanted to come to a place like this, and he built this just for me. My heart which had been clenched tight with resentment and forced anger now fluttered like a hummingbird caught in a sudden burst of joy."Do you like it?" Gavin's voice, usually so confident, sounded almost hesitant. He was watching me, his eyes searching mine, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths."I… I do," I managed, the words a little breathless. A genuine smile stretched across my face, the first in what felt like days. "Thank you Gavin." The 'thank you' felt inadequate, a small offering for such a grand gestu
The mere fact that Gavin had actually said the words ‘sorry’ had stopped me dead in my tracks. Gavin’s voice.. it wasn’t the usual sharp, almost forced apology he usually offered. This was… different. Genuine. But my back was still to him, I don’t want to look cheap and turn to face him right away. “Aren’t you going to turn around to face me?” he asked, the words laced with a hint of what sounded like vulnerability?“Talk from there. I can hear you clearly,” I bit out, trying to keep the edge in my voice.I heard him hiss, then I heard his footsteps, quick and determined, closing the distance between us. Before I knew it, he was there, his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. His eyes they held a mixture of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. He wasn’t looking away, like he usually did when things got difficult. He was meeting my gaze, his expression intense.“I’m… I’m not good at this,” he started, his voice rough around the edges. “Apologizing. I wanted to… to show
Gavin’s tires crunched on the gravel as he pulled into the parking lot. I could feel his eyes on me, a possessive heat that always made my stomach flip many times over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter leaning against my car, arms crossed, a picture of casual impatience plastered on his face as he kept glancing at his watch. Gavin scoffed as he took sight of Peter at the other end of the parking lot and I shot him a warning glare. "Please Gavin just stop. You're not helping."His jaw tightened, as he stubbornly rolled his eyes. "I could have taken you to Miller's directly," he muttered, the words laced with jealousy that made me roll my eyes."Be good Gavin," I sighed, already reaching for the door handle. I just wanted to get this meeting over with. Mr Miller was a tough nut to crack, and I needed to focus. But before I could open the door, Gavin grabbed my hand, his grip strong. He tugged me towards him, his eyes burning into mine. And then he kissed me.It wasn't a
PROLOGUE “Tell me what you want baby.” He whispered softly into my ears. I couldn’t open my eyes as I bit my lips to stop the moan from escaping my throat. It was utterly embarrassing. “I know what you want Logan, but I want you to say it.” His playful voice teased as he nibbled on my earlobes while his fingers gently caressed my nipples. Why do I need to say it. I would rather die than say such embarrassing things out loud. He licked down from my ears to my throat as his wet tongue settled on my Adam apple. In this moment, I couldn’t hold back my moan as my toes curled up on the bed. “Ah Gavin! Yes!” I moaned shamelessly and I could feel him smirking without having to meet his eyes. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it little bunny.” He teased once more and I felt like my hard dick could explode any moment from now from all the teasing he was doing to my body. “Fuck you Gavin!” I cussed in rage and he bit my neck, causing me to wince in pa
I rubbed my temples, frustration boiling over. "Peter, how many emails have you sent to Gavin Slade?" Peter checked his notes. "Three to his work email, two to his personal email, and I even went to the Slade Corporation to request a meeting. But sir....they all got snubbed." I felt a surge of rage. How could Gavin ignore me like this? Didn't he know who I was? My family's company had been a major player in the business world for decades. And he dared to ignore me like this? Fuck! Father's words kept echoing in my mind. Gavin Slade is the only one who can give us the money you need to revive the company. But I knew Gavin. He was a twisted, selfish, psychopathic narcissistic prick who only cared about one thing. Himself. And I knew that if I went to him for help, he'd definitely demand something in return. Something I might not be willing to give, but do I have a choice at this point? “So what are our options then?” I asked Peter because at the moment I couldn’t think anymore.
“Dance!” “Dance? Me? You must be fucking crazy Gavin.” I said unrestrained. He was out of his mind. Do I look like a stripper that I’d start dancing on a pole to entertain some sick bastard because of money? I was a business man, and we make deals. “Are you refusing? His words were harsh this time. “Hell yes I’m refusing. And fuck you Gavin!” I cussed again as I headed for the door angrily. “Know that if you walk out, I’ll never let you approach me again, and I’ll make sure no one lends you the money. But if you dance for me, I won’t lend you the money, but I’ll give it to you as a gift.” He threatened and I stopped in my heels. The Slade family wasn’t that powerful in the start, but after this asshole came back from studying abroad five years ago, the Slade corporation became a powerhouse in the nation and even internationally. Almost all businesses are controlled by him. I have been surviving all this while because we don’t cross each others paths because we know how much we
“That piece of crap? I sold it!” his tone devoid of remorse. I felt like I could murder him right now. "You sold mom's diamond necklace?" I asked, my voice rising in outrage. “I assume your are not deaf.” He hissed. I couldn’t believe my ears. “Why? Why did you sell it?” I asked angrily. But he just shrugged. "We needed the money to bail Jaxon out of jail." I was beyond furious. "You sold mom's family heirloom to bail out your mistress's son?" This was the limit. I was done. He didn’t even look a bit remorseful. "What's the big deal, Logan? It's just a piece of jewelry." I was appalled. "Just a piece of jewelry?" I repeated, my voice raising. "That necklace had been in mom’s family for generations. It was mom's most treasured possession." Dad snorted. "You're so sentimental Logan. You need to learn to prioritize what's truly important." "You have no right to lecture me about priorities," I said, my voice cold. "You're the one who needs to learn about priorities and stop bein
My frown deepened as I took in Stephen’s appearance. He was dressed in a tailored suit, his hair slicked back to reveal a smug expression. He had a naughty glint in his eye, and I knew that he only spelt trouble. He was a rich entitled brat that has been on my neck since forever. Just a jealous twat after my business, but mostly my peace of mind. "Good to see you Logan," Stephen said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I didn't know you were into auctions." I narrowed my eyes, my instincts on high alert. "I'm just here for a specific item," I said trying to keep my cool. Stephen's grin widened. "Oh, I think I know what that item might be, And I think I might just have to bid against you." My eyes locked onto his, a spark of anger igniting within me. “You don’t have to be a prick every goddamn time.” I hissed annoyed and he chuckled as he neared me. He lifted his hands and stroked my hair but I pushed him off. “Awwww! Princess is mad? Come on Logan, it’s a bid. So just try your bes
Gavin’s tires crunched on the gravel as he pulled into the parking lot. I could feel his eyes on me, a possessive heat that always made my stomach flip many times over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Peter leaning against my car, arms crossed, a picture of casual impatience plastered on his face as he kept glancing at his watch. Gavin scoffed as he took sight of Peter at the other end of the parking lot and I shot him a warning glare. "Please Gavin just stop. You're not helping."His jaw tightened, as he stubbornly rolled his eyes. "I could have taken you to Miller's directly," he muttered, the words laced with jealousy that made me roll my eyes."Be good Gavin," I sighed, already reaching for the door handle. I just wanted to get this meeting over with. Mr Miller was a tough nut to crack, and I needed to focus. But before I could open the door, Gavin grabbed my hand, his grip strong. He tugged me towards him, his eyes burning into mine. And then he kissed me.It wasn't a
The mere fact that Gavin had actually said the words ‘sorry’ had stopped me dead in my tracks. Gavin’s voice.. it wasn’t the usual sharp, almost forced apology he usually offered. This was… different. Genuine. But my back was still to him, I don’t want to look cheap and turn to face him right away. “Aren’t you going to turn around to face me?” he asked, the words laced with a hint of what sounded like vulnerability?“Talk from there. I can hear you clearly,” I bit out, trying to keep the edge in my voice.I heard him hiss, then I heard his footsteps, quick and determined, closing the distance between us. Before I knew it, he was there, his hand on my shoulder, turning me to face him. His eyes they held a mixture of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. He wasn’t looking away, like he usually did when things got difficult. He was meeting my gaze, his expression intense.“I’m… I’m not good at this,” he started, his voice rough around the edges. “Apologizing. I wanted to… to show
This sexy daredevil Gavin. He had built this? This… flower cafe? Just for me? My breath hitched in my throat. It wasn't just a cafe with a few potted plants scattered around. This was a floral wonderland. Vines draped from the ceiling, blossoms of every imaginable colour cascading down like living waterfalls. I could only stare speechless. This was like one of my dreams come true. I’ve always wanted to come to a place like this, and he built this just for me. My heart which had been clenched tight with resentment and forced anger now fluttered like a hummingbird caught in a sudden burst of joy."Do you like it?" Gavin's voice, usually so confident, sounded almost hesitant. He was watching me, his eyes searching mine, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths."I… I do," I managed, the words a little breathless. A genuine smile stretched across my face, the first in what felt like days. "Thank you Gavin." The 'thank you' felt inadequate, a small offering for such a grand gestu
My eyes narrowed, focusing on Gavin as he sized me from a distance, like a predator accessing its prey. Wasn’t he tired? Was he here to fight again and accuse me of stupid shit? If that’s the case then I do not have anything to say to his stupid overly suspicious ass. Me being pissed was one thing, but Peter’s stupid chuckle grated on my nerves even more. “Go ahead and talk if you want to,” he chirped, and my frown deepened. “I would rather wrestle a grizzly bear with my bare hands than talk to that maniac.” I hissed, the words laced with venom. “Just pretend he isn’t there Peter. Seriously.” Turning on my heel, I stalked towards my car. The sooner I put distance between myself and that… that sexy viper, the better. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Gavin fucking Slade, damn him, had already started walking towards us and closing the gap. God! I wish I had longer legs. “He’s coming,” Peter snickered, the sound echoing my own internal frustration. He seems to be enjoying
~ Logan’s POV ~A long hiss escaped my lips as I watched Gavin storming out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut with a loud resounding thud. “He has started again,” I said completely irritated and frustrated. Honestly, the man was being utterly unreasonable. It was Peter, for God’s sake. Peter, who was my secretary, yes. But he was also more than just my secretary. Peter, who was practically family. Peter, knew me inside and out. And Peter, who, I was absolutely certain, harbored no romantic interest in me whatsoever.Sure, Peter was a bit of a flirt. A player even. He could charm the birds out of the trees, male or female, it didn’t matter. He had always been that way and he was very charming too that he even flirted with customers sometimes. But he had never crossed a line with me. Never given me a single indication that he saw me as anything other than a friend, a boss, a… well, a complicated part of his life, I supposed. So Gavin’s jealousy, this simmering rage th
I slammed the bathroom door behind me, the sound echoing the rage pounding in my head. Fuck. Just fuck. I yanked my pants trousers on, the soft material surprisingly rough against my skin, a huge contrast to the slick heated feel of… last night. My jaw tightened as I recalled my night with Logan. Last night had been… perfect. God, it had been everything. Logan and I, pressed together in that cramped shower, the steam fogging the mirror, his warm mouth against my throbbing dick, his tongue swirling my whole lengthy. The way he had… the way he had moved and bucked his hips against mine. My fingers in his warm hole, loosening him up. It was perfect.My fingers clenched at the memory, a phantom sensation lingering. And this morning had started so well. We had been laughing, for fucks sake, almost getting at it again even, then Peter’s name had slithered into the conversation, like a goddamn snake. Just the mention of the man’s name was enough to ignite a fire in my gut. And L
“Teach me how to court Logan.” Those were the embarrassing words I had said to Lily last night. But now, I stood outside of our family mansion and Lily’s words echoed in my head.“If you want my help, you come home.” Help. As if I had a choice. I was utterly lost in the struggle to gain Logan Pierce’s affections, a lack thereof I had and Lily, that manipulative little… sister, was my only lifeline. So, here I was, at the house. Mom had also given me an ultimatum to return home today or actually get disowned for real. I let out a frustrated hiss, a small act of rebellion against the inevitable, and pushed the front door open, and walked into the house.The familiar sounds of morning filtered through the house. The clinking of silverware, hushed conversations. I knew exactly what awaited me. The ritual of forced civility disguised as family breakfast. As I entered the dining room, the scene unfolded precisely as I had imagined it to be. My father, as always, was engrossed in hi
~ Gavin’s POV ~My head pounded against the mattress as I dived in head first. I couldn’t stop thinking about a certain stubborn little bunny called Logan. Just because we had an argument, he had refused to eat for three whole days, just to prove a fucking point. A stupid, reckless and almost fatal point. The memory of his pale face, when I found him passed out in his room churned in my gut. I knew I had messed up, royally. My usual tactics, the leverage, the veiled threats , they had backfired spectacularly which almost maybe made him almost lose his life. Imagine if I hadn’t gone back that day, what would have happened? I couldn’t bring myself to imagine it. And the worst part? A tiny, shameful voice whispered that I deserved it. I deserved to lose him forever.I shifted, resting my head on my hands, staring blankly at the ceiling. Logan’s words after we got back from the hospital couldn’t stop echoing in my mind. “If you really want to date me, then come over once in a while.
The warmth I was feeling right now from the body pressed against mine was a pleasant surprise. A deep comforting heat that seeped into my bones, chasing away the lingering chill of… what? I couldn't quite place it. The feeling was familiar, though. Like a half remembered dream or memory. I snuggled closer, a small smile tugging at my lips. It was the kind of warmth that reminded me of… my mom. Her soft body pressed against mine, the gentle weight of her arm draped across my back when I was still a kid. She would hold me like that all night, a constant, reassuring presence in the darkness that clouded our lives back then. I clung to the warmth beside me now, seeking that same comfort I used to feel. But something was… off. It wasn't quite the same. The texture, for one. Mom was… softer. This was firmer, harder and more… defined. And the smell. Mom always smelled of lavender and something faintly sweet, like warm milk and honey. This was different. Sharper. More… masculi