"Kai?" Tiffany called, almost melting as they parked on an empty tarmac. There was a sleek private jet parked on the empty tarmac. Their gaze met, and he smiled. Peter opened the door, and he got out. Walking over to her side. He opened the door, taking her hand. "Why are we flying?" She asked. "I thought it was just dessert?" "It's the weekend. Who says we can't fly to have dessert?" He asked with the smuggest smile curling on his lips. Tiffany held onto Kai’s hands as they walked up the stairs to the jet. As they climbed, she laughed softly and shook her head at his extravagant gesture. Kai took her hand and led her into the jet. As they entered, they felt the cool, luxurious interior with leather seats, polished wood details, and a faint scent of expensive cologne. The pilot, wearing a neat uniform, was waiting near the cockpit for Kai. He gave a polite nod to acknowledge them. "Mr. Winson, welcome on board." the pilot greeted. "Everything ready?" Kai asked, his voice smo
A white Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up outside Tiffany’s apartment building. She glanced at Kai, who sat beside her, his hand resting casually on her thigh. "It's a shame we have to come back. I wish I could escape like that forever," she murmured. "You know you can," Kai assured her, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "You just have to say the word." Tiffany smirked. "I’ve got it, big boy." Audrey opened the car door, and Tiffany stepped out, inhaling Seattle air. "Come on," Kai murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist and guiding her inside. A few minutes later, they arrived at their floor. Tiffany clung to Kai, giggling as she brushed her lips against his. They stepped out of the elevator, Tiffany’s laughter echoing the space. "You should've seen your face when that lady approached you," Tiffany teased, laughing even harder. "You looked like you were about to tear her apart." "Why would I buy a shell for a hundred dollars?" Kai scoffed. "I might be a billionaire, baby, but
As soon as Kai stepped into his apartment, he pulled out his phone and dialled Peter. "Do you have any news about the Chase family?" "Ah, yes," Peter replied. "I dropped the file on your desk at the office earlier. Do you need me to bring it to you?" "Yes, immediately," Kai said. Within an hour, Peter arrived, a thick folder tucked under his arm. He handed it over without a word, watching as Kai flipped through the documents with intense focus. Tiffany’s father, Johnson Chase, had no official address listed. Just a series of P.O. boxes. His financial records were scattered with so many debts. He barely had anything to his name. The records for Tiffany and her mother. Ashley and Margaret Chase had stopped seven years ago. However, there was something tragic. Her mother had reported fifteen domestic abuse, but every single one dropped by her or Tiffany. Years after that, Ashley had a death record of poison, and her mother took her own life. If they had such records, how did he kno
Kai rested his head on his fingers, his head lowered as Peter gave the report on Tiffany’s day. However, he hadn't stopped mentioning Levi Jones which was starting to annoy him. "I asked you to watch Tiffany, not tell me who she's doing business with. Isn't there something better than this?" If there was anything he wanted to know. It wasn't the brother of his ex-fiancee hitting on his ex-wife he was still in love with, all in the name of business. "I think Miss Halton is planning on leaving the country," Peter said; Kai looked up at him, his eyes heavy with sleep, but somehow managed to wear an angry look. "What?" Meanwhile, Tiffany sat at the café, staring at the cup of coffee while she waited. Her gaze constantly stared out the window until a lady walked in. "Oh, I'm sorry... Tiffany Halton, right?" She asked, sitting opposite her as she dropped her bags on the available chair. "Mrs Carol?" Tiffany asked, and she nodded. She smiled at her, Carol was a real estate manage
Kai sat in the dark, watching Tiffany sleep. The dim light of the lamp beside her shimmered on her face. His chest ached as he took in her peaceful face, knowing there was little he could do to ease the troubles swirling in inside her even though he wanted to. He reached for his phone on the nightstand, his fingers hesitating before gripping it tightly. After pulling the blanket over Tiffany, he quietly left the bedroom, heading to his office. Sitting at his desk, he stared at the glowing screen of his phone. A familiar number blinked back at him, waiting. He could call. He could fix this for her. But should he? Should he let her fight her own battle? It was best not to provoke her any longer. A deep sigh left his lips as he leaned back. Just as he was about to put the phone down, it rang. Without checking the caller ID, Kai immediately answered. "Mr Winson, it's urgent," Peter's voice crackled through. "I just got word from London. There’s a shareholder meeting tomorrow at K.W.
Tiffany let out a deep sigh, her stomach twisting painfully as warmth crawled up her spine. She leaned back against the couch in her office, pressing a hand against her forehead. The slight throb in her temples made it hard to think. Elle had disappeared into the storage room, leaving Tiffany alone with her racing thoughts. "Miss Halton, the car is ready," Danielle announced from the doorway. But as soon as she saw Tiffany's pale face and heavy breathing, concern filled her eyes. "Are you alright?" Tiffany tried to breath slowly, nodding. "My bag," she said weakly. Elle turned, grabbing it from the table, and quickly handed it over. She dug inside, pulling out a small pill bottle. Without hesitation, she shook out a few tablets, tossed them into her mouth, and swallowed them with a gulp of water. Danielle frowned. "Should you really be taking those on an empty stomach?" "I'll be fine, Elle, " Tiffany murmured, brushing it off. "Can you grab my coffee?" Elle hesitated before hand
He looked exactly how he looked years back, but her mother had aged badly. How was he still looking young? Her phone rang again, and she could see the caller. It was Kai. "Ashley!" He pulled her closer. "Look at me, sweetheart." Her gaze shifted to his, tears springing down her cheek. She shook her head as he leaned closer. "Mrs Winson? Tiffany. Shit!" Benson yelled, running towards her. As soon as Jonnson heard this, he got up, immediately running away. Tiffany folded herself tightly. His goddamn voice. His grip, they were still strong against her skin. It burned. Benson ran after him, but her eyes were glued to the fish he had left on the floor. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stared at the frozen fish lying on the tiles. The memory clawed its way up from the depths of her mind. Her mother’s trembling hands, the poisoned fish on the plate, the bitter scent. The rain that night. It was a memory she had buried. A memory she could have stopped that night, but she watch
"Your mother had so much hope for you. I'm surprised, that was so easy, how disappointing. You have to step up your game if you want this company," he said, his gaze shifting to Kate glaring at him.Kai walked past her, smirking as his eyes held his.Kai's father, Mr. Nolan, stepped into a private office connected to the conference room. Kai followed closely behind, shutting the door with a quiet click.The office was dark, filled with rich mahogany wood. The air was thick with the lingering scent of aged whiskey. Mr. Nolan moved to the bar, pouring himself a drink with careful precision."Why now?" he asked, his voice steady but sharp, like a knife. “Why suddenly push Conrad into my position?”"You seem fine with your own business. It’s doing well, better than mine. Conrad has no company. Isn’t it time to step aside?""Never," Mr. Nolan replied firmly, his eyes flashing with determination. "This company is my life. I can’t hand over what belonged to my mother to someone who isn’t her
Tiffany stepped out of the car. The wind caught the hem of her top as they approached the sleek helicopter on the private helipad. She paused, her eyes narrowing behind her sunglasses, taking in the black gloss finish of the chopper, the sunlight gleaming off the rotor blades.Kai stepped up behind her, adjusting his cuffs like he had all the time in the world. "Mr Winson, ah... it's nice to see you in Italy." Tiffany’s mind trailed, taking the whole surrounding as they spoke. She was excited, anticipating the ride. "Come on," Kai took her hands, drawing her attention back to him. He directed her to the already open, corpter. He helped her in. Tiffany smirked, climbing in, watching as she buckled in. After he was done, he walked to his side, sliding into the pilot’s seat. "Are you going to ride it?" Kai looked at her. "Well, you better hold on."He slipped the headset on, ran a hand over the controls, and the blades started to spin.She glanced at him. A small vein was visible
The next morning, sunlight spilt through the windows, casting soft golden lines across the sheets. Tiffany’s eyes fluttered open, and the first thing she saw was her ring, glinting in the morning light. She groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow. Her cheeks flushed instantly as every detail from the night before rushed back.The way his hand had come up. So gentle and firm curving around her neck, while the other played around her body. The way his mouth brushed her ear, whispering that peaceful yet devastating confession. "You’re so perfect… I’m so fucking in love with you…"And then, how he took her hand, his fingers grazing over the ring before he leaned down and kissed it. "You’re mine."Tiffany brought the ring to her lips, pressing a soft kiss against the diamond, staring at it as if it held some secret only she could understand. It was beautiful. The love it represented was even more breathtaking. It felt so unreal, like something out of reach, yet it was hers. Someho
Tiffany’s fingers tightened just slightly as her mouth worked him with quick and aching precision. Kai couldn't help but think. This woman, this goddess, was his forever. His love forever. "Yes," she whispered, her lips brushing his. "Yes, Kai. A thousand times, yes."Kai couldn’t take it anymore. The way she held him in her mouth like he was something sacred. It was too much.He reached for her, his hand cradling her jaw, gently easing her mouth off him. A wet sound lingered in the air as she released him, and her lips, swollen and glistening, parted in surprise and heavily breathing. "You know what... Tiffany Halton... I fucking love you so much. Gosh, you're so mine, darling." He said before he silenced her with a kiss.Not soft. It was desperate. His tongue slipped past her lips, tasting himself on her and groaning into her mouth like he’d never get enough. His hands fumbled behind her, searching for the zipper of her dress.The tension gave, then snagged. "Shit," he muttered ag
As the bedroom door clicked shut, it was as if the rest of the world ceased to exist.Their mouths met in a collision of hunger and heat, Kai pressing Tiffany back until her spine kissed the wall. His body moulded to hers. Her hands tangled in his hair. Kai’s hands fumbled as he reached for the zipper of her dress, desperately. And then a sharp rip coursed through the room. They froze, eyes widened. "Gosh, I'm sorry, Love," Kai said against her lips, with a smile lingering against his. His eyes holding hers. Tiffany’s laugh broke into the kiss like light. Kai’s grin only deepened the wildness in his eyes.Kai lifted her easily into his arms like her weight meant nothing. Her legs wrapped around his hips, and their mouths stayed locked until he reached the bed, placing her gently against the bed. Tiffany landed with a soft bounce, and hair spilt across the pillows. Her eyes burning with need and something deeper. Maybe love? But it was so loud in the silence they stared at each other
Tiffany stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her earrings, when she caught sight of Kai leaning casually against the doorframe. His eyes traveled over her, slowly staring at her heels and moving up her legs, thighs, and curves, lingering like he was savoring every inch. It was impossible not to notice.“Are you just going to stand there gawking?” she teased, her tone laced with playful irritation as she met his gaze in the mirror. “You look like you’ve just seen a fucking Grim Reaper.”Kai smirked, his voice smooth and teasing. “Well, if you’re here to steal my soul, I’d volunteer.” He stepped into the room, pulling his hands from behind his back as he closed the space between them. “I bought you something.”Tiffany turned slightly, her lips curling into a smile. “What’s that?” she asked, her eyes lighting up with curiosity. “These days, it’s freaking me out when you say that. What’s next? An island?”Kai chuckled, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He met
A loud ringtone broke through the morning stillness, vibrating on the nightstand. Tiffany stirred, lids fluttering open, her hand fumbling toward the nightstand, finally, she grabbed it. "Hello?" she croaked, her voice still heavy with sleep."Bebe," Noami’s voice crackled through the phone, loudly. There was a pause, then she continued. "Please don’t tell me you slept through that view. You’re in Florence, remember? Don’t waste the sunrise."Tiffany groaned softly, rubbing her eyes. A small sigh escaped her lips as she sat up, the sheets slipping off her shoulder. Her mind lingered on Noami’s words. She wondered for a moment if Noami was her best friend or Kai's. "I'm starting to wonder if you're really my friend.""Is that important? A surprise wouldn't be a surprise if I told you. You—are you u–" Noami’s voice faded as her gaze swept the room. It was empty. She blinked, a frown forming as she turned her head. The balcony door was ajar, the sheer curtains swaying gently with the
The jet touched down just as the golden light of Florence’s early evening spilt over the tarmac. As soon as Tiffany stepped onto the stairs, the warm Italian breeze kissed her cheeks. But what truly stole her breath was the car that awaited at the base of the steps.A Rolls-Royce Boat Tail. A custom pearl and rose-gold finish that shimmered like sunlit silk. The wooden rear deck gleamed under the fading sunlight, handcrafted like a yacht. It looked like something out of a dream. It's a fantasy-made metal.Tiffany descended the last step slowly, her heels clicking with intent, her lips parted in awe. "Kai!" she whispered."In love?" he asked, his arms wrapping around her waist, taking her towards the car with that lazy confidence that made her stomach flip. "Can I drive it? I wanna drive it!" She pouted, looming at him. Kai chuckled. She had been drowsy throughout the flight. Driving? "Not today, baby. Come on." He opened the door for her. Tiffany looked around. "What about your gua
"Thank you so much, girls. I loved it. Noami... are you coming home tonight?" Noami turned, surprised etched her face. "What? No, I'm going to see Daniel." Tiffany nodded. "Ah? Daniel? Alright." She said with a smile. Although, she wanted to celebrate more for her birthday. She couldn't bother their plans. She had Kai after all. As she stepped out of the boutique, there he was. The perfect one. She spotted him just across the street Kai, tall and poised, his frame leaning against the car parked. His coat flared gently in the breeze, hands tucked into the pockets, but his eyes were locked onto her like a man possessed.Tiffany didn’t think. Her feet moved, and she ran towards him. The world blurred around her. Her heels struck pavement like thunder, her heart roaring in her ears. Her curls bounced wildly, her blazer flaring behind her like wings. Her hands wrapped around him, hugging him tight. Kai smiled, leaning backwards to take a look at her. Before he could say a single word
A sleek black car rolled to a gentle stop in front of the boutique, its engine quieting to a soft purr, like a contented whisper. The door opened with an elegant ease, and Tiffany stepped out, her presence commanding yet ethereal. She looked like she had just walked out of a dream, her skin glowing against the soft morning light. Her outfit was something out of a fashion editorial—a three-piece tailored suit in pearlescent white that seemed to shimmer with every subtle movement. The corset-style vest hugged her figure flawlessly, its sculpted design cinching her waist before flaring slightly at the hips. Each satin-covered button gleamed with understated elegance, catching the sunlight like tiny stars.Around her neck rested the necklace. The one Kai had given her. Two delicate chains of silver and diamonds lay against her collarbone—one a choker, snug and bold, while the other draped longer, cascading down her chest like a graceful line of starlight.Her high-waisted trousers were a