MasukDream's POV Gloss would never admit it, but waking up with him tangled against me had done something to my mind. I could still feel the warmth of him on my chest long after he scrambled away and tried to pretend it meant nothing. He stuttered through excuses and blamed gravity, the mattress, the weather, the alignment of planets, anything but himself. I let him talk. It was easier than pointing out the obvious, which was that I had been the one holding him. We had no time to process any of it. The summit resumed early, and I slipped into work mode, pushing aside the way his hair had brushed my chin and the soft shock in his eyes when he realized how close we had been. Gloss followed me into the meeting hall, trying to act unaffected but failing miserably every time our shoulders brushed. The resort had turned its largest ballroom into a corporate battlefield. CEOs, board members and partners filled the room with their polished suits and strained smiles. The air smelled faintly of c
Gloss POV I woke up warm. Too warm. Too… held. For a few hazy seconds, I thought the resort’s blankets had come alive in the night and wrapped around me. My face was buried in something solid, warm, steady. My legs were tangled with something heavier than a duvet, and my arm rested across something firm, like a very expensive, very well-built pillow. Then the pillow shifted. My brain snapped awake so fast I nearly dislocated something. My eyes flew open, and I found myself lying half on top of Dream. My cheek was pressed against his chest, his bare chest, because at some point last night, the man had clearly lost respect for buttons and physics. His arm was around me, comfortably, like it had always belonged there. His other hand rested near my waist, fingers gently curled, like he’d been guarding me while unconscious. I froze. Completely. My heartbeat thudded loud enough to echo. I didn’t breathe. I didn’t blink. I didn’t move. I didn’t even live anymore. This was a spiritu
Gloss POV The suite was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant crashing of waves outside the balcony. I lay stiffly on my side of the massive bed, trying desperately to obey the system’s latest command: “Stay in bed with Dream for 8 hours without panicking.” Eight hours. Eight hours. My brain kept chanting it like a mantra, but each second felt like a gauntlet designed to torture me in the most exquisite way possible. I could feel Dream’s presence on the other side of the bed, the faint scent of his cologne still lingering in the sheets he’d claimed. He hadn’t moved much since lying down, but the sheer proximity of him, his warmth, the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, was enough to make my pulse hammer in my ears. My mind tried to focus on mundane things: the summit tomorrow, spreadsheets, anything to distract myself. But none of it worked. I could hear every inhale he took, every subtle shift of his body, and my composure started fra
Gloss POV The flight to the luxury resort should have been straightforward, but of course, in our world, nothing ever stayed simple. Dream and I were booked for a corporate summit with some of the company’s high-level partners. Normally, it would have been boring, panels, speeches, networking, but this trip already had tension written all over it. I kept catching myself glancing at Dream, noting how calm he seemed, while I felt like a storm was building in my chest. We arrived at the resort, and the lobby practically shimmered with marble and chandeliers, the kind of place that screamed money, power, and old-school exclusivity. I felt slightly out of place in my tailored suit, even though Dream, as always, looked perfectly at ease, exuding that calm dominance that made everyone else in the lobby either gawk or step aside. I caught a few whispers as we passed by, eyes flicking between us like we were some power couple the tabloids would kill to write about. That added an unspoken pre
Dream's POV Gloss was still smiling when the words left his lips. “A kiss,” he’d said so casually, so playfully, that for a second I thought I misheard him. But no, he meant it. That was his idea of a reward. And maybe, for a heartbeat, I wanted to give it. He stood there waiting, eyes wide and teasing, mouth slightly parted as if daring me to move closer. I didn’t even realize I’d leaned in until I caught the faint scent of his cologne, sweet but grounded, wrapping itself around me like a quiet temptation. For a split second, time stilled. The faint hum of the city faded, the lights around my penthouse dimmed against the reflection in his eyes. Then, clarity hit like a cold rush. I stopped just short of his lips, my breath brushing against his skin. Gloss didn’t move. He blinked once, slowly, and whispered, “So… this is how CEOs pay out bonuses now?” I exhaled sharply and stepped back, trying to ignore the way my pulse jumped. “That’s not funny.” “It was a little funny,” he sa
Gloss POV The moment Dream’s words left his mouth…“Then let me earn it”...something in my chest loosened. It wasn’t forgiveness, not yet, but it was something close to it, like breathing after holding your breath for too long. His hand was still around mine, steady, grounding, and for a long second, neither of us moved. The storm outside had softened to a drizzle. The city beyond my window was a blur of gold and blue lights, like it had decided to listen quietly for once. Dream sat close, closer than I remembered him ever being when things were good between us. His hair was still damp, the collar of his shirt slightly undone. There was something disarming about seeing him like this, not the CEO everyone feared, but a man trying, clumsy and sincere. “Then let me earn it,” he’d said. I didn’t answer, but I didn’t pull away either. When he finally stood, I felt his hand slip from mine, and that stupid loss hit harder than I expected. “Get some rest,” he said softly. “You’ve had a l







