083ALORA'S POV“How… how are you already dressed up, Stanley? It’s been such a short time!” I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief as I took in his impeccably tailored suit, the crisp lines accentuating his broad shoulders. He looked like he’d stepped out of a fashion magazine, not like someone who’d just been wearing a garish floral gown minutes ago.“Let’s just say I’m pretty quick,” he replied with a sly grin, his confidence unshaken. “I ran back to my house, got dressed, and drove back here.”“That’s… that’s impossible!” I stammered, narrowing my eyes. “You cheated, didn’t you? There’s no way you went home. I’m sure of it.”“Do you have any proof?” he countered, raising an eyebrow, his tone challenging yet playful.I bit my lip, frustration bubbling inside me. He was right—I had no proof. “Whatever,” I muttered, waving a hand dismissively, though my mind was still reeling. How was he pulling this off so effortlessly?“So, what eatery am I taking you to, my lady?” Stanley asked,
082*stanley's POV*“Yeah, I know, it all happened suddenly, but he’s a really nice guy, so I decided to go out with him,” Alora said casually, as if she didn’t know I was head over heels for her. Her words hit like a punch to the gut, each syllable twisting the knife a little deeper.My mind raced with questions. Why was she doing this? Was this another one of her random tests to push me to the edge? Maybe she wanted to make me jealous, to see if I’d crack under the pressure and walk away. If that was her plan, she was dead wrong. I wasn’t going to let her win that easily. If she was going on a date with another guy, fine—I’d meet him, and I’d make sure he’d run for the hills without looking back. I’d show her I wasn’t fazed, no matter how much it stung.I heaved a heavy sigh and forced a smile, masking the turmoil churning inside me. Alora’s eyes widened, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. She clearly hadn’t expected me to take it so calmly. “I’ll be happy to take you to your
081“What the heck is all this?” I yelled, my voice echoing in the small kitchen as I stared at the two little monsters standing amidst the chaos they’d created. Flour coated the floor, the counter, and even their faces, turning them into ghostly figures. The most infuriating part was the smug smiles tugging at their lips, as if they were proud of the disaster they’d caused.The twins stared back at me, wide-eyed, feigning innocence as if they had no idea what they’d done. One of them clutched a container of milk—milk that had been stored in a cupboard well beyond her reach. How had a child not even four feet tall managed to get it? My mind raced, picturing them climbing the shelves like tiny, mischievous monkeys.I pressed a hand to my forehead, frustration mounting. What would Alora think if she came back to this mess? I couldn’t let these kids make me fail her task. Their giggles only fueled my determination. They were clearly pleased with their handiwork, but they didn’t know they
080*Alora's POV*I chuckled, unable to suppress my amusement. “To be honest, you look absolutely stunning, Stanley,” I said, my voice dripping with playful mockery. Standing up, I grabbed my bag from the table, slinging it over my shoulder. “Since you’re all dressed up now, I guess it’s time for me to take my leave. I’ll be back in a matter of minutes, so don’t get too overwhelmed. They’re just kids.”Stanley rolled his eyes, the floral gown making him look like a bizarre cross between a bodybuilder and a grandmother. “Whatever, just get going, okay?” he said, his tone laced with exasperation. “The longer you take to get back, the longer I’m stuck with these little monsters.”“Hey, don’t call them monsters in their presence!” I scolded, shooting him a pointed look. I walked over to the twins, who were watching us with wide, curious eyes, and placed a gentle hand on each of their shoulders. “He didn’t mean what he said, okay? You’re not monsters—you’re good girls, aren’t you?”They bo
079I gulped as Stanley leaned in closer, our lips mere inches apart. His question echoed in my mind, intensifying the tension between us. He was right—we both felt the pull, the undeniable spark that crackled in the air. So, what was holding us back? The answer came crashing in like a wave: fear. The memory of my heart shattering into a thousand pieces, the pain of betrayal still raw from past wounds. I couldn’t let it happen again. Not with Stanley.My mind flashed to the past—how Stanley had believed the baseless allegations thrown at me, how he’d sided with Charles at first, leaving me to question his loyalty. Trusting him now felt like stepping onto thin ice, knowing it could crack beneath me. No matter how much my body responded to his closeness, my heart wasn’t ready to take that risk.I snapped back to reality, as if waking from a daze. Before his lips could brush against mine, I acted on instinct, delivering a swift kick to his groin. He stumbled to the ground, groaning in pa
078“This is the height of it, Alora!” I exclaimed, my voice thick with exasperation. “I can’t possibly do this. Isn’t it enough that I’m babysitting? Now I have to put on a gown to please these kids? No, that’s not happening.”She fixed me with a steady gaze, her lips curling into a challenging smile. “So, does that mean you’re giving up?” she asked squarely. “I mean, it wouldn’t be so bad if you quit now.”I bit my lip, her words stinging like a well-aimed dart. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, and it was infuriating. I reminded myself that I was the slave in this arrangement, and she was the one calling the shots. If I wanted to win her heart—and I was determined to do so—I had to play by her rules, no matter how absurd. The thought of failing her, of walking away without proving my devotion, was unbearable. I couldn’t let her win this easily.“Fine,” I said, my voice low and reluctant. “I’ll wear the gown.” I snatched the floral monstrosity from her hand and tossed it onto