Chapter 1

Anna's POV

As I ventured into the fantastic dance hall of the extravagant Manhattan lodging, the sound of delicate music and tinkling chuckling wrapped me. The air was electric with expectation, and the air murmured with the energy of New York City's tip-top. This high-profile good cause celebration was an ought-after occasion, and I felt a blend of fervor and nerves flowing through my veins.

Wearing a streaming noon blue outfit that complimented my bends, I mixed consistently into the horde of richly attired visitors. My eyes shot around the room, taking in the extravagant embellishments and the sparkling ceiling fixtures that cast a warm gleam over the space. It was a charming scene, however, my emphasis was on the main job - making associations and getting future occasions arranging amazing open doors.

As I blended with the visitors, participating in well-mannered casual conversation and glimmering my most splendid grins, I couldn't resist the opportunity to feel a couple of extraordinary eyes on me. I looked around tactfully, my emerald eyes looking for the wellspring of the look. And afterward, I saw him.

Victor Blackwood.

He stood tall and forcing, his presence ordering consideration easily. His ebony hair was flawlessly styled, his sharp highlights emphasized by a smidgen of stubble. His frigid blue eyes appeared to pierce through the group, filtering the room with a ruthless look. Victor was a man who oozed power and certainty, and it was no big surprise he was known as quite possibly the most imposing Chief in the business world.

Our eyes met momentarily, and a shock of power shot through me. I immediately turned away my look, attempting to recover. I had heard tales about him, the merciless standing that went before him, however at that time, I was unable to deny the crude attraction he had.

As the night advanced, I wound up attracted to a calmer corner of the dance hall, looking for a snapshot of a break from the group. I took a full breath, attempting to quiet my dashing heart. Much to my dismay that destiny had different designs for me that evening.

"You are an incredible main focus," a smooth voice talked from behind me, creeping me out. I pivoted to track down Victor Blackwood himself, a naughty shine in his eyes.

I gathered up a grin, attempting to conceal the anxious shudder in my stomach. "Mr. Blackwood, it's a joy to meet you. Your standing goes before you."

He laughed, his voice profound and inebriating. "Similarly, Ms. Bennett. You have an irrefutable presence. Tell me, what carries you to this exciting occasion?"

I made a sound as if to speak, my brain hustling to track down the right words. "I'm an event organizer, attempting to transform the business. This affair seemed like the ideal chance to organize and feature my abilities."

Victor's eyes shone with interest, his look waiting all over. "Ok, the universe of occasions. It requires a specific artfulness, couldn't you concur? Tell me, what separates you from the others?"

I paused for a minute to assemble my considerations, my voice consistent as I answered, "I trust it's my scrupulousness and my devotion to making remarkable encounters. I endeavor to grasp the longings and dreams of my clients, to make their dreams completely awake."

He gestured, a smidgen of a grin pulling at the side of his lips. "Amazing. I've generally respected individuals who can transform dreams into the real world. Maybe we ought to examine this further over a beverage."

His recommendation surprised me, however, the intimacy of my rest got the better of me. I ended up gesturing, unfit to oppose the draw of his cryptic presence. "I would be respected, Mr. Blackwood."

Victor expanded his arm, and I put my hand in the hooligan of his elbow as he drove me towards the bar. We explored through the group, the intensity of bodies and the delicate mumbles of discussion encompassing us. My heart hustled as I envisioned what the night had come up for us.

We arrived at the bar, and he requested two glasses of champagne. The ringing of glasses swirled into the atmosphere as we toasted to fresh starts. As we tasted our beverages, the discussion streamed easily between us, a mix of shared interests and charming stories.

Time appeared to stop as we chuckled, sharing bits of our lives and interests. The underlying apprehension liquefied away, supplanted by a feeling of simplicity and commonality. At that time, maybe we were the main two individuals in the room, the world past us blurring into irrelevance.

As the night wore on, the discussion developed more personal, the air thick with pressure and implicit craving. I could feel the attractive draw between us, the burning hot science that had been working since our eyes initially met. The room appeared to shrivel, reducing to only both of us.

And afterward, his hand brushed against mine, an unpretentious touch that creeped me out. I investigated his eyes, and at that time, the implicit association between us ended up being obvious. We both realized there was no way but forward.

Our lips met in a burning kiss, a blending of energy and yearning that consumed us both. It was a kiss that said a lot, a commitment of untold cravings and a future loaded up with vulnerability.

The world outside the dance hall failed to exist as our bodies moved in amazing synchrony, the intensity between us strengthening with each taken touch. The actual limits were obscured, as though we were two spirits laced in a dance of bliss and give up.

At that time, nothing else had much of any meaning yet the inebriating charm of Victor Blackwood and the unknown domain we were going to investigate. The night was youthful, and as the blazes of want overwhelmed us, I realized that my life could at absolutely no point ever go back in the future.

The power of our association overpowered me as Victor's lips went from mine, leaving a path of fire along my facial structure, down my neck. Each touch sent electric shocks through my body, lighting a fire profound inside me. His hands investigated my bends with a possessiveness that both excited and supported me. There was no question that the fascination between us was attractive, a power area of strength for even considering standing up to.

Lost in a cloudiness of want, we moved towards a separate corner of the dance hall, looking for security amid the tumult of the occasion. The shadows embraced us as we proceeded with our investigation, the air thick with expectation and the aroma of our common craving.

Our breaths blended in the haziness as our bodies shaped together, the musicality of our pulses as a beautiful, unified whole. The intensity between us heightened with each taken touch, the limits of joy and reality obscuring into one. Time became immaterial as we enjoyed the basic dance of energy, giving ourselves over to the profundities of our cravings.

Murmurs of yearning swirled around as our words became simple mumbles, overwhelmed by the ensemble of joy reverberating through the profundities of our spirits. We shared privileged insights, fears, and dreams, uncovering our weak sides to one another with a closeness that outperformed the physical.

"I've never felt like this," I admitted enthusiastically, my voice loaded up with a combination of miracles and weakness.

Victor's look held mine, his eyes loaded up with a crude power that matched my own. "Nor have I, Anna. Something doesn't add up about you that spellbinds me, something I can't help it."

At that time, I understood that there was something else to this association besides a simple experience. Underneath the layers of want and desire, a more profound bond was shaping - one that could redirect both our lives.

As the night wore on, our bodies interweaved, an ensemble of energy and joy that reverberated with each touch. The world outside our secret corner failed to exist as we gave up to the staggering tide of delight.

However, as the sun rose, projecting its delicate brilliant light through the breaks of the draperies, reality leaked once more into our awareness. I looked at Victor, the one who had stirred wants inside me that I never knew existed. The heaviness of our activities hung weighty in the air, blending with the hints of closeness that waited between us.

With a combination of expectation and fear, I talked delicately, ending the quietness that encompassed us. "Victor, now what is the plan? What's the significance here for us?"