Annabel’s POV I slowly stood up and walked towards Daniel, his body still tensed. I could feel his fury radiating from him. Every line of his face seemed carved from tension, his jaw clenched, hands restless. My fingers itched to reach him, to soothe what I knew ran deeper than anger. “Dan, it’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it.” My hands wandered across his back, just then I felt his muscles relax before he finally turned to me. “Annabel, it is just hard to say.” He crossed his hands over his waist. “I have never discussed my past with someone because it brings nothing but painful memories. I’ve spent my whole life battling the anxiety born from the trauma of knowing why I shouldn’t build a family.” “Daniel…” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. He held my arms even before I completed my sentence. “Let’s sit.” He led me to the bed. The softness of the mattress a stark contrast to the heaviness in his eyes. Once we had settled, he drew in a rough breath. “My fathe
Annabel’s POV We got back to the hotel, and the only thing I could think of was the little moment I spent with Daniel at the sea, his soft voice as he made his promises to me. And then there was this thing about how he looked at me that made me blush every time I remembered it. Daniel came out of the bathroom, dampening his hair. His towel was loosely tied around his waist, his bare chest still glistening with traces of water dripping from his skin. I couldn’t help but stare lustfully at him, no matter how hard I tried to look away. My cheeks flushed, my lips parted slightly, and my heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted to leap out toward him. He caught it. He saw the way I was looking at him, and before I knew it, Daniel was close to me. He gently sat beside me, then leaned closer. “Don’t look at me in that way.” His voice came out low, almost a whisper. My throat dried up, heat surging down my skin from his closeness. “Why not?” “Because you make me lose control, and
Annabel’s POV Daniel’s arm crossed at the side of my shoulders as we stepped out of the sleek black SUV. The air felt promising, the river glistening under the silver moonlight. “Here,” he said softly, stretching out his hand toward me. His palm was open, steady with an unspoken invitation I couldn’t resist. I glanced up at him. He was actually planning something, something I couldn’t quite place my head on. The yacht hummed gently as it cut through the water. Even with just the moonlight, I could see it. The yacht gleamed floating above, the kind I had never seen before. Boldly written on it was Dan Stroke, just like his private jet. My gaze shifted to Daniel. “You have a private yacht too?” I asked, my mouth half-open and my eyes wide. He smiled, his hands in his pockets as he proudly looked at the yacht. “Annabel, this is the least of my property.” What the hell! How rich is this man? It seems like every day is an adventure for me to find out how wealthy he is. He turned
Daniel’s POV “Tonight will be fun, we have arranged different women for each of you,” Maxwell’s voice rang out. “It’s such a pity that Cassian will not be participating. He’s tied himself to one woman, all in the name of engagement,” Ethan said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. Everyone laughed, glasses clicking together. But I did not laugh. Nothing was funny to me. Not when my Annie is not beside me. I had used this trip as an excuse to spend quality time with her, and now I can’t even be with her. The loud voices from the men filled the air as they continued throwing funny jokes. My eyes wandered, hoping Annabel would appear, even if it was just a glimpse of her face. And just like an answered prayer, she appeared. Standing a short distance away, the evening breeze toyed with her hair while her creamy dress floated around her ankles, swaying with the wind’s playful touch. A knitted beach hat crowned her head, completing the vision that stole the air from
Annabel’s POV I had always seen Miami on postcards, glossy and perfect, but standing here with Daniel beside me made it feel like something out of a dream. The hotel looked nothing like what I had ever seen. Even though the five-star hotel back in New York was close, you could still see the difference. The atmosphere here felt like a place people should escape to after months of hardship. The air was soothing, refreshing, and endlessly welcoming. “Single or couple‘s room?” the hotel receptionist asked. I remained still, my mind tangled in a puzzle of thoughts. Daniel, who should be in the best position to answer this, was lost in discussion with Cassian. We had bumped into Cassian a few hours after we arrived for the weekend launching of Maxwell’s hotel. I opened my mouth to answer the receptionist, but Daniel’s voice cut through from behind. “Couple.” My eyes flared. Did I just hear him say a couple? No matter how hard I try to pretend to resist Daniel, he never gives up
Annabel’s POV I got to the front of the room, my body still tensed. I could still feel Daniel’s touch under my skin. My gaze wandered around the room, everyone stealing a glance at me. And then my eyes met Daniel, who was now relaxed on his chair, tapping his pen nonstop on the table. My throat tightened, a nervous sound escaping to break the heavy air. “Well…” my voice came out shaky. I began my introduction, gathering up my confidence while I opened my file to pick out my design and present it to them. But my heart lurched in shock, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I continued to flip the papers in the file. I couldn’t find my design. Someone must have taken it. Who could it be? I raised my head and met everyone still waiting to hear me out, and then looked at Stephanie. Her grin stretched, obviously sending me a message. And that was when it occurred to me. She did it. Stephanie stole my design. A storm of rage churned within me, demanding release, m