LOGINKeal‘s Perspective
When I asked Anthony to ask Melody to dinner, I wasn’t sure if it was a date or not.
Part of me wanted it to be. We’d become sort 
Melody‘s PerspectiveI pushed Dorian away from me, disgusted. He smirked.“Don’t do that,” I hissed at him. Then I turned to the bank manager. “Use my card, please.”The manager handed Dorian back his card.“I was just trying to be nice,” he said, his voice flat. “But if you won’t accept the resort, then perhaps you’ll accept a dinner invitation?”
Melody‘s Perspective“How dare you?” Vivienne glared at me. “Do you have any idea who I am?”Of course I knew who she was. That’s what made the whole thing so funny. Vivienne, on the other hand, had no idea who I was. Cody stood behind me, a steady, protective presence.Just then, an ostentatious sports car pulled up to the curb. We could all see it through the floor to ceiling windows. The owner parked half on the curb, half on the street.
Melody‘s Perspective“Fine,” I said. “85 million.”The room fell silent.Vivienne narrowed her eyes. I could see her mind turning.I wasn’t about to let her have this resort. She could find some other property to house her stray animals. This property was rare and perfect.The clock was ticking agains
Melody‘s PerspectiveCody and I pulled up to the real estate company. My heart was beating fast in my chest. Julian’s news sat heavily on me. But I wasn’t giving up hope.I could do this.All I had to do was find a suitable piece of land, and then safely transfer over all the company’s mainframes. It was a matter of checking off items on a list.And the first item was land.
Melody‘s PerspectiveThe next morning I arrived at the office and handed Cody over to the HR department.“They’ll get all your paperwork sorted,” I told him. He thanked me for the hundredth time and then I made my way to my office.I hadn’t seen Keal after dinner last night, and he’d left before I got up this morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about our dinner though. The pearls. The pretty restaurant. The extra entrees he’d ordered me.
Melody’s PerspectiveWhen Keal knelt down in front of me, my heart stopped. What was he doing? People at the nearby tables glanced over. For all intents and purposes, he looked like a man about to propose.But then he dabbed the corner of my mouth with his napkin.It was a tender, gentle act, wiping the soup from my mouth.On his knees, I looked down at him. He looked up at me, his eyes blazing.&n
Melody’s POVLater that evening, I sat on the plush bed with a million thread-count sheets, while Keal took a shower.The maid had brought me tea, and I sipped it, hoping it would calm my nerves. It didn’t.This entire trip had been uncomfortable and confusing right from the start. Standing up,
Melody’s POVKill?My mind spun. Dorian smiled wryly. Beside me, Keal’s breath hitched in his throat.So the rumors were true? Keal had actually….killed his girlfriend?No. I didn’t see how that was possible. Keal was tense and guarded. But he wasn’t a murderer.“Don’t listen to him,” Lydia said, h
Melody’s POVFor a moment, the room went silent. I watched as everyone processed what I’d just said. They all shot each other shocked looks. Seraphina was the first to speak.“Married?” she asked, cocking her head to the side. “But I thought…”“You can’t be serious,” Lydia quipped. “You told us you
Melody's POVI was arranging a vase of fresh cut roses in the living room when I heard Keal come home.Humming to myself, I placed the vase on the coffee table. The colorful roses, picked straight from the hedges outside, filled the air with their sweet scent.I was still getting used to living at







