All Chapters of Seducing The Unavailable CEO : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

--- The world blurred again as I tried to focus, but everything felt off too bright, too loud. My heart pounded in my chest, sending blood rushing to my ears as Tristan’s hand stayed firm on my arm. He was calm, steady, in control. And fuck, wasn’t that ironic? Here I was, in a room full of people I was supposed to be conning.....and especially him, my damn target—and here he was saving me from whatever nightmare Mr. Price was dragging me into. God, if he knew. If he knew why I was really here, what I was planning... No. I couldn’t think about that now. Not with Tristan so close, his scent filling the space between us—clean and masculine, with a hint of something woodsy. It made my head spin in a completely different way than the drug that was making me feel , like I was sinking into quicksand. The auction hall buzzed around us, but it felt far away, like the entire room was fading into the background. It was just Tristan and me, his hand warm against my skin, grounding me,

--- Three days had passed since I had stormed into the mansion, leaving behind the dizzying whirlwind of the gala and Tristan’s infuriating absence. During that time, I had thrown myself into a series of distractions, determined to erase the sting of rejection from my mind. The first day, I indulged in a spa retreat, basking in luxury as I let the soothing hands of the masseuse work out the tension in my shoulders. I pampered myself with aromatic oils and calming facials was that made me feel like royalty, if only for a moment. I flipped through glossy magazines while sipping herbal tea, trying to ignore the nagging thoughts of Tristan and the chaos that had ensued since that night. The next day, I splurged on a personal chef, enjoying a lavish meal prepared just for me in the mansion’s expansive kitchen. The scent of truffle oil filled the air as I savored each bite, indulging in flavors that made me forget the harsh realities of my life. "This is what I deserve,"I told myse

--- a light pat of lip stain.... a careful diffusion of curls , a peek of cleavage..... I arrived at Lumiere Café ten minutes early, but Tristan was already there, seated by the window. The sight of him sent a wave of heat through me, despite the chilly morning. He looked relaxed, legs crossed, his arm draped casually over the back of his chair, his dark eyes already focused on me as though he had been waiting for this moment. I tugged my coat tighter around me, steeling myself before walking over. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I wasn’t going to let him get the upper hand so easily. "You're early," I said, sliding into the chair across from him. His gaze didn’t waver, pinning me in place with that intense, unreadable expression. "I prefer being prepared," he replied smoothly, his voice low, like velvet. "I like knowing what to expect." A small smile tugged at my lips. "And here I thought you enjoyed surprises." He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he gestured towa