Clarissa's present

Back in my apartment, the air was thick filled with the scent of sandalwood—the same cologne Alejandro and I once shared.

Nostalgia clung to it, but tonight it smelled like power.

I sunk into my bed, legs still sore from the chaos of the day—stress ,sex and revenge brewing from equal parts.

I took my laptop and uploaded the scene from the memory card of my camera. 

Now I have both Lucien and Lucas's scenes and ready to cause some fire in the industry.

But firstly , I need to pay my dear bestie Clarissa a visit and buy her some flowers to congratulate her for successfully marrying my boyfriend behind my back.

By the way, what should this bouquet come with ?..A rose? A tulips? Or perhaps some words of comfort. I thought to myself.

Well,maybe a little video will do . How about me and her dear sister's fiance's steamy video having a time of our lives filled with passionate moanings.

Hmm , I think that will perfectly do . Wait for me Clarissa… am about to prepare you a nice congratulations gift with a premium one for your dear sister and your father's company. I murmured thoughtfully to myself , clearly enjoying my own idea.

I rose from my bed and walked to the far corner of my room towards my secret wall , where all my targets pictures are pasted like trophies .I then circled Kiran Leon, Clarissa's sister—Jane darling fiance's picture with a red marker I took from my drawer.

Kiran Leon , how wonderful your name sounds . Hopefully you are good in bed just like your name. I whispered , lips curled with a broad smile .

The next night, I began my hunt. 

It was late, far past business hours, but the lights in Kiran Leon's office were still burning brightly. From the window of my sleek black car, I could see him leaning back in his leather chair, fingers tapping against the desk as if lost in thought.

I had planned this carefully. A workplace meeting that would push all the right buttons.

I checked myself in the rearview mirror. I looked every bit the part..businesswoman, confident, sharp. But beneath the tailored suit and professional exterior, I was a predator in waiting.

Stepping out of the car, I strode up to the entrance of the building, the click of my heels echoing in the empty lobby. It was just past ten, and the building felt eerily quiet, only the hum of the elevator as I pressed the button to Kiran's floor.

When i reached his office , I could already sense how great my plans will go tonight due to the atmosphere.

“Mr. Leon?” I said smoothly, my voice dripping with allure.

He looked up, his eyes narrowing for a brief moment, likely wondering why I had come so late. Then, as if realizing who I was, his lips curled into a polite smile. “Ms. Lovia, what a surprise. I didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

He stepped away from the window, walking towards me with that confident stride that reeked of power—just like I’d expected.

"Had to bring a little surprise with me," I said softly, crossing my arms, letting the hem of my skirt fall just slightly higher than necessary, exposing more leg.

His eyes flickered down for a brief second before snapping back to mine, a flash of something darker in them. But his smile never wavered.

"Not the kind of surprise I’m used to," he chuckled, gesturing for me to sit. "Care to explain?"

I could feel the tension between us, crackling like static in the air. I sat down gracefully across from him, our legs just barely brushing as I leaned forward slightly.

“I came to discuss something... a private matter,” I said, my gaze steady on him. His eyes twinkled with curiosity, the challenge in them clear. Good. This was exactly what I wanted.

He raised an eyebrow. “A private matter? Sounds serious.”

“Indeed,” I purred, letting my words hang in the air between us. "You’ve done quite a bit of research on me, haven’t you, Kiran?"

He didn't respond right away, though the silence spoke volumes. He wasn’t sure where I was going, but the growing tension told me he was intrigued.

I smiled, slowly standing up, and walked around the desk. “I think you know that I don't just talk business, Kiran. When I come to see someone, I make sure they never forget it.”

I stood just behind him now, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his body, but not touching him yet.

"You must be exhausted, working late like this," I whispered, leaning over his shoulder, my breath hot against his ear. "Tell me, Kiran, how often do you work this hard... without a reward?"

He froze for just a second. A breath caught in his throat, before he regained his composure. But I could already see it in his eyes—he was beginning to unravel.

“I get the job done, that’s all that matters," he muttered, but I could hear the hesitation in his voice.

I smilled and moved around to the front of his desk, placing my hand on the edge as I leaned in closer. I let my fingers brush against the sleeve of his jacket, letting the touch linger just a second longer than necessary.

"But I bet you’ve never had a reward like this," I whispered, locking eyes with him.

Kiran swallowed hard, and his eyes darted to my lips. He was already falling into the trap.

“I—" he started, but I cut him off with a soft laugh.

“You don’t have to say anything, Kiran,” I said, my voice smooth and confident. “You’ll see soon enough.”

Without waiting for a response, I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. It was racing now, just as mine was. I leaned in, so close I could feel the heat of his breath. 

Then, with a deliberate slowness, I kissed him….just a brief touch at first, soft and teasing. His body stiffened, but I felt the undeniable heat of desire rush through him. His hands hovered at his sides, unsure whether to pull me closer or push me away.

But I knew, deep down, that the decision had already been made.

I deepened the kiss, my hand sliding to the back of his neck, pulling him toward me. He groaned softly, one hand finally resting at the small of my back, drawing me in closer. He wasn’t holding back anymore.

“Tell me you want this,” I whispered against his lips, my voice low and commanding.

His breathing was shallow now, the sound of his pulse pounding in my ears. He pulled back slightly, searching my face, and for the first time, I saw that flicker of hesitation. But it was quickly replaced with something far more primal.

“I want this,” he breathed, and that was all I needed.

I grinned, pressing my body against his, letting him feel the heat of my skin. Kiran Leon, the man who thought he could control everything—was now mine to take.

And I was about to show him exactly how I would.