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I barely got any sleep. The bed was enormous, the sheets soft, but everything still felt foreign—the scent of a new fragrance lingering in the air, the quiet vastness of the house pressing down on me. It was surprisingly huge, yet only had six rooms.The ground floor was nothing short of luxury—an expansive living room, a sleek dining area, and a modern kitchen. But according to Fedrick, apart from the housekeepers who only came during the day and the gatekeepers, no one else lived there. Just Kurtis and him. And even then, Kurtis was hardly around, only staying over when early-morning schedules demanded it.Even Antony and some of Kurtis’ closest friends rarely hung out here. Privacy, for him, wasn’t just a preference—it was an obsession.The first floor housed his study, a personal library, and a sketch room—off-limits to everyone, including Fedrick. The second floor had three rooms. Mine was the first you reached, another stood empty, and Kurtis’ was at the farthest end. The third

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy as if every molecule had absorbed the weight of the moment. Kurtis’s arms remained firmly wrapped around me, his grip a silent command, while Antony stood a few feet away, still as a statue, his stare sharp and unreadable.I wasn’t sure if he was in shock, disbelief, or something darker. But one thing was clear—this wasn’t a normal conversation.And me? I felt like I was caught in a storm I never saw coming. My thoughts were tangled, my heart pounding against my ribs, a painful reminder that I had just signed myself into something—something much deeper and much more dangerous than I had initially assumed.I sucked in a sharp breath, but even that felt like a struggle, as though the very oxygen in the room had turned against me, suffocating me with each passing second."You should head back," Kurtis finally spoke, his voice calm yet firm, the kind of tone that left no room for argument.I blinked, still trying to find my footing in this me

The warmth of his lips still lingered on mine, a teasing memory that refused to fade. My cheeks were still flushed, and despite the cool splash of water on my face, the heat beneath my skin remained. Damn. That was nothing like kissing Daniel. No comparison. Kurtis Otias was in a league of his own.It was already past nine, and the photoshoot had stretched longer than expected. We were given a change of outfits—matching grey sweatshirts and pants adorned with tiny love emojis. Cute. I ran a hand through my hair and glanced at myself in the mirror. My lips still tingled, betraying my thoughts. Shaking off the daze, I walked back into the living room.And there he was.Seated on the plush sofa, legs crossed in a casual yet elegant manner, flipping through the pages of a novel. A pair of silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, adding an almost devastating allure to his already striking features. My breath hitched. What is it with handsome men wearing glasses? The emotionless expressio

“Huh! The outlook looks better!” Denis exclaims, her eyes scanning the sketch with approval.But I barely hear her. My focus is locked onto Serena and Daniel. The way they lean into each other, whispering, giggling—so obnoxious, so infuriating. Every little chuckle grates against my nerves, like nails screeching down a chalkboard. They don’t even try to be subtle. It’s disgusting.“Right, what do you think about the boss’ suggestion?” Daina’s voice cuts through my thoughts. She’s standing beside Denis, and as always, Victor trails behind her like a silent shadow. The two of them have been helpful with material suggestions, but right now, my patience is thin.“Yeah, it’s sick,” Victor finally speaks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “Five thousand for a design that would impress him? That’s insane.”“So you in, then?” Denis teases with a sly chuckle.“Fuck right,” Victor mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.It’s only been four hours since the announcement, yet the news has alrea