“ Finally,” Jeremy grinned as he stood before the apartment and pressed the bell button.No answer.He waited for some seconds before pressing the button again. But still--no response.He looked around but saw no one in sight, he'd have asked if anyone knew where she was.“ Is she really not home?” He asked, eyeing the door, “ Laera?” He called, “ Laera!”No response.He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath.After searching for so long, he finally found out where she stays, thanks to the person he paid to search for her, and now that he has found the place, she's not home.“ Maybe she went to buy something,” he guessed, “ Well I can just wait for her.”He leaned his back and cocked one of his legs against the wall in his black pants and black hoodie that nearly covered half of his face.After waiting for seconds, his eyes fell on her door and the lock.“ Maybe I should wait for her inside,” he said to himself, “ that would be a wonderful surprise, she'd love it.”And with tha
Tamara stood before the penthouse, never done admiring the house, but she had a bigger concern. She has pressed the bell button countless times, but there has been no response.“ Is she truly not home?” She wondered, “ Or maybe…this is not where she's staying?”But Mason had told her that she came out of the house with a man, meaning she's staying here.“ Maybe she does stay here only when she wants to fuck him.” Her stomach twisted as she thought of that causing her to frown in disgust.She pressed the bouquet further into her chest, eyeing the flowers like they were her enemies.She couldn't believe she was getting Eloise flowers just to have an audience with her and get things back in order. But her not being here makes her clenched jaw---anger, frustration, and desperation flow roughly in her veins.She wants to scream them out, but rather, she raised the bouquet up and was about to throw it away when she saw a black car and a white van approaching. She stepped out of the way with
Eloise stormed through the hallway, her heels clacking angrily across the marble floor, anger seething through her veins. She could feel her heart pounding so hard against her chest. “ Thought you bailed on me.” She jumped back with a gasp. Startled. He had suddenly appeared from the corner. “ What are you doing here?” She glared up, fire blazing in her eyes, “ Why else? I was looking for you,” “ I'm not lost,” she said and began walking away, not wanting to spend even a second in his presence. Antonio smiled as he grabbed her wrist before she could walk further away, pulling her back but was met with a deadly glare. ‘Wow, it's been a while since I received this look,’ he said in his mind. “ You look pissed,” he muttered, still holding her wrist. With gritted teeth, she answered, “ Let go of my hand.” He didn't budge. He just stood there, staring at her face. “ Did you not hear me?” “ Why are you angry?” “ Are you asking me? Like seriously?” She eyed him
Brenda leaned into Antonio, looking up to his clinically detached face. “ You used to love it when I showed unannounced,” she purred, “ Now you barely look at me.” Antonio’s jaw flexed as he took a step back. His gaze dropped to her hand, still lingering on his arm. “ Don't touch me like that again.” ‘Oh yes. He doesn't like being touched, but not always in this setting.’ She thought to herself as she blinked, a sly smile playing on her lips. “ Oh, come on, Antonio. Don't act like you don't miss us.” He looked down on her, eyes dark and unreadable. He pulled his arm away and not gently. “ There's no us,” he said, voice low, sharp like a blade. “ There never was — not in the way you keep pretending.” Her smile faltered, but she straightened. “ So you're telling me you've suddenly grown a conscience? That the cold-hearted Antonio is now someone's… loyal man?” His lips curled into a mirthless smirk. “If you ever pull that stunt again, flirting with me in public, dis
| Italy—dinner night continued | She didn’t realize it yet, but tonight wasn’t just about being a date, or a business deal. He knew Mr. Whitetalker would be here, he smirked when he saw him walk up to her, glad everything was going as planned without him having to execute his plan B. He wanted Whitetalker to see the need for her, to see she's a force, to get back the board members, and Eloise…didn't disappoint. She made his plan work out perfectly well. Antonio's eyes dilated as she smiled at him, his heart skipping so hard and racing when she pulled back with a shy smile. “ Is that you complimenting me?” She mouthed, still smiling, “Never thought the almighty Antonio would commend me without making me feel like killing him already.” A chuckle escaped his lips before he could act unfazed. “ I don't want you having too much murderous intent towards me,” “ Then don't push me,” she said, returning the same smirk he gave her. For more than a second, they stood still, st
| Italy —-Dinner party| Antonio’s breath caught. In a room filled with power, elegance, and tailored arrogance, only one person commanded his attention, and it wasn’t the billionaire standing beside him. It was her. Eloise. Her entrance was a quiet explosion. The black silk gown draped her like sin itself, flawless curves, a thigh-high slit that threatened sanity, and crystals that shimmered like stars had chosen only her to wear them. Her beauty was effortless yet arresting. Emerald eyes with full lips glossed in a muted rose, and skin that seemed to glow from within. Her delicate features are like art brought to life. She moved with effortless grace, yet radiated a whispered power: get too close, and you’ll burn. He couldn’t look away. Unaware of his stare, Eloise's eyes swept across the private club. The scent of expensive colognes, the clinking of crystal glasses, the velvet air of old money and high stakes, she hadn’t realized how much she missed this world until she was