LOGINI sat at the low table in the lounge, but my mind was completely elsewhere. There were only eight people in the entire venue—four boys and four girls, evenly paired up. It was supposed to be a fun, casual group hangout, and I was supposed to be focusing on my date.
To his credit, Sam was actually very nice and funny. He was an older, incredibly good-looking guy with an easy smile and a charming personality. Any normal girl would have been thrilled to be sitting next to him. But as he told a joke that made the rest of the table laugh, I felt absolutely nothing. No sparks. No butterflies. Instead, my mind kept drifting back to the hallway at the house. I remembered the heavy, raw way Eugene’s eyes had swept over me when I came down the stairs. Even now, just sitting here thinking about that intense look made a wave of heat rush through my body, arousing me in a way Sam’s polite conversation couldn't even touch. Sam was handsome, but he simply didn't move me like that. Then, the front door of the lounge opened, and my heart completely stopped. Eugene walked in. He wasn't wearing his usual corporate suits. Instead, he wore dark jeans and a forest green turtleneck shirt that hugged his broad, muscular chest perfectly. He looked commanding, mature, and devastatingly handsome. When he claimed it was a coincidence and casually walked over to the bar with his two friends, my entire body went on high alert. My eyes followed his every move, my breath hitching as I watched the fabric of his shirt stretch across his shoulders. "Oh my gosh," Chloe, one of the girls at the table, whispered, leaning in closer to our group. She watched Eugene walk away with a dreamy expression. "Emily, I know that’s your dad, but holy wow... he is absolutely gorgeous. Who is he trying to impress tonight in that turtleneck?" "Chloe, ew! That is my father!" Emily laughed, throwing a crumpled napkin at her. I kept my mouth shut, staring down at my drink so no one would see the deep blush creeping up my neck. My skin was tingling, and the air in the room suddenly felt twenty degrees hotter. He was just a few yards away at the bar, and even with Sam sitting right next to me, Eugene was the only man in the room I could feel. I forced myself to smile at Sam’s jokes, nodding along and trying my absolute best to focus on my date for Emily’s sake. She had put so much effort into organizing this, and I didn't want to ruin her night. But it was exhausting. Every time Eugene laughed at the bar, or shifted his weight, my eyes automatically darted toward him. After a little while, the four of us girls excused ourselves to go to the restroom. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the other girls immediately started gushing about Eugene again. "Seriously, Emily, your dad is a total silver fox," Chloe sighed, checking her lip gloss in the mirror. "How is he still single? If I were ten years older, I would be making a move tonight." "Gross, stop it!" Emily laughed, though she shook her head with a fond smile. "But honestly, he’s just not interested in dating. He’s been focused on work and taking care of me for so long that I think he’s completely crossed romance off his list. He's totally old-fashioned that way." Hearing Emily say those words felt like a physical weight pressing down on my chest. Not interested in dating. She had no idea how much he had moved me just days ago, or how his gaze had practically consumed me in the hallway tonight. When we went back out to the main lounge, the rest of the evening became incredibly strenuous. The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. I sat next to Sam, pretending to have a good time, while Eugene remained at the bar, a dark, protective shadow in my peripheral vision. I could feel his eyes on me every time Sam leaned in too close. By the time our group finally decided to call it a night and leave, my nerves were completely frayed. As we gathered our coats near the exit, Emily walked over to her dad's table to say goodbye. I stood a few steps behind her, my heart pounding. "We're heading out, Dad," Emily said, giving him a quick hug. "Just a reminder—I’m spending the rest of the weekend with Josh’s family at their lake house, so I won't be back until tomorrow evening." "Alright, sweetheart. Be safe," Eugene said, his voice deep and completely steady as he hugged her back. But over Emily's shoulder, his dark eyes locked onto mine. A sudden, dangerous realization hit me. Emily was going away for the night. I was going back to an empty house. With him.Flora's POV The bright morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, reflecting off the stainless-steel countertops and casting a warm, golden glow over the entire room. The rich, comforting scent of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air. "Flora, hand me that spatula, please," Emily said, her hair pulled back into a messy bun as she stood over the stove, carefully flipping pancakes. "Here you go," I smiled, sliding the plastic spatula into her hand. Breakfast was a loud, chaotic, and entirely happy affair. Marcus and Josh were already sitting at the long kitchen island, deeply engrossed in a debate about sports statistics, while Sophia sat next to them, casually scrolling through her phone and typing out her resume to send to Eugene. "Good morning," Eugene’s deep, commanding voice rumbled from the doorway. The entire kitchen went quiet for a split second as he walked in. Even in a simple navy polo shirt and dark trousers, he carried an undeniable authority t
Flora's POV Sophia didn't hesitate. She threw her arms around me, pulling me into a tight, fierce hug that caught me completely off guard. "Don't you dare let that woman get inside your head, Flora," Sophia whispered urgently against my shoulder, her voice vibrating with protective anger. "She is using the only weapon she thinks she has left, which is guilt. But she doesn't have any real power here. Not unless you let her." I pulled back, wiping a stray tear from my cheek, feeling a massive wave of relief just having everything out in the open. "I know. I told her off in the hallway. I told her to go ahead and tell Emily. But Sophia... the thought of Emily looking at me with hatred? It makes my stomach twist into knots." "Then don't give Victoria the satisfaction of controlling the narrative," Sophia said firmly, her sharp corporate mind instantly switching into problem-solving mode. "You and Eugene need to talk to Emily. Together. It has to come from you two, completely on your
Flora's POV The rest of the night was an absolute blur of laughter, shouting over board game rules, and empty snack bowls. It was a massive success. For a few beautiful hours, the heavy dark cloud over the house completely vanished. I sat on the carpet, entirely squeezed between Emily and Sophia, feeling a sense of warmth I hadn't felt in a very long time. "I am telling you, Marcus cheated!" Sophia laughed loudly, throwing a decorative pillow across the lounge at her boyfriend. "There is no way you had that many property cards hidden under your coaster." "Hey, it's called strategy, babe," Marcus grinned, ducking as the pillow bounced off his shoulder. "Vance Financial material right here, Mr. Vance." Eugene was sitting in the single armchair near the corner, a glass of bourbon in his hand. He wasn't playing, but he was watching us, his lips tucked into a rare, subtle smile. Every time my eyes drifted to him, my stomach did a little flip. *I love him.* The realization was still hu
Flora's POV The cool night air hit my bare back as Eugene slowly let my feet touch the stone floor. My knees buckled instantly, completely weak from the intensity of what we’d just done, but his heavy arms caught me around the waist, holding me up against his chest until I found my balance. For a long moment, neither of us said a word. The only sound was our ragged breathing syncing up in the darkness, and the faint, muffled thud of a bassline coming from the lounge inside. I leaned my forehead against his shoulder, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm. My skin was hot, my mind completely spinning from the revelation that had hit me in the middle of the heat. *I love him.* The words felt massive, terrifying, and completely undeniable now. I smoothed down my white sundress, my fingers trembling as I adjusted the fabric, while Eugene fastened his trousers with a slow, deliberate calmness that didn't match the fierce look still burning in his dark eyes. He didn't let me step away. Hi
Flora's POV My legs were shaking so violently I wasn't entirely sure they would support my weight. Beneath the table, my thighs were still tingling, the phantom sensation of Eugene’s heavy, calloused hand still burning into my skin. Across from me, Sophia was happily launching into a detailed breakdown of her corporate thesis, her eyes bright and completely oblivious. Next to her, Marcus was nodding along, and across the table, Emily was leaning into Josh’s side, smiling softly. They were all perfectly normal. And I was sitting here, drowning in my own heat, completely wrecked by the man sitting less than a foot away from me. I kept my hands locked around my glass of lemonade, my knuckles practically white. I didn't dare look to my left. I could feel the absolute gravity of Eugene's presence, the quiet, arrogant satisfaction radiating off him as he casually sipped his wine and listened to Sophia. He was a monster. A beautiful, wicked monster who had just thoroughly compromised me
Eugene's POV "Dad, you actually outdid yourself," Emily said, happily piling grilled chicken onto Josh’s plate. "This is incredible." "I know how to manage a grill, Emily," I replied, sitting back in my chair at the head of the table. Flora was sitting right next to me, at the other side of my chair, with Emily sitting opposite her. She cleared her throat, her cheeks still sporting that light pink blush as she caught my eye. "Eugene," Flora said, her voice clear and formal for the sake of the table. "I didn't get a chance to properly introduce everyone. You know Josh, of course. But this is Marcus from college, and his girlfriend, Sophia." Marcus stood up halfway, extending a hand across the table with a respectful smile. "It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Vance. Flora’s told me a lot about the firm." "Nice to meet you, Marcus," I said, shaking his hand with a firm grip. I looked at him, then glanced at Sophia, who gave a polite nod. A heavy, quiet sense of satisfaction settled i







