It’s like watching a scene in slow motion—my friend approaches us and, without a word, opens his laptop. He begins playing a series of videos. In them, we see Iris entering the building, riding the elevator to my floor, and sneaking into one of the meeting rooms. She hides there, eavesdropping on what seems to be a private conversation between Giselle and Scarlett. That must’ve been when she found out Giselle was postponing the reveal of the new perfume formula—planning to step out for a while.Rubbing my eyes, I curse myself for ever suspecting Giselle. Shaking my head, I keep watching the footage, which clearly shows who the real traitor is.“Mr. Dubois, I’m sorry,” one of Iris’s lawyers finally says when the video ends, “but all this shows is that our client went up to your floor. There’s nothing here proving she sold that formula to a competitor. If you continue making baseless accusations, we’ll be forced to take legal action for defamation.”“They’re right, Nathan. My aunt—”“Sh
“Enough, Nathan!” she asks me, pretending to hold my hands. “You won't convince me this way,” she affirms after a few seconds, moving her face in an attempt to reject my kisses, however, when my hand goes up to her breasts and lightly squeezes one of them, a subtle moan escapes her mouth, completely disproving her denial.“I know that even if you ask me to stop, you actually want me to continue.” I reply, ignoring her request and tearing her dress, causing the elegant buttons that adorned it to roll in all directions and exposing the sensual lingerie covering her body. “I'll let you go if you ask me without moaning,” I promise her before burying my face in her large breasts and delicately biting her nipples over the fine lace of her bra, something she loves me to do and cannot resist.“Y-you're playing dirty,” she accuses me, resisting my touch.“I'll play as dirty as I can, I'm even capable of locking us up for days and making love to you without rest, all so you won't leave, Darling
As soon as I reach the house, I rush inside and run straight into my nanny, who's standing in the hallway with her arms crossed and a stern expression, ready to scold me.“What’s going on, Nathan? Why—?”“Not now, Nana. We’ll talk later,” I cut her off, bolting up the stairs two steps at a time until I reach my room. I burst in. "Giselle?" I call out, trying to keep my voice calm despite the storm inside me. "Are you here, sweetheart?"I close the door behind me, and though a selfish part of me had pictured her lying on the bed crying, nothing could have prepared me for the sight before me—she’s standing in the closet with a suitcase at her side, packing a few clothes into a carry-on."W-what are you doing?" I ask, swallowing the knot in my throat.Without looking at me, she continues folding clothes. She walks past me, silent, heading to the vanity where she grabs a few more things and tosses them into her bag.“Where are you going?” I press, unable to handle the silence.“Isn’t it o
Nathan Days laterAs usual, I arrive at my floor, and oddly enough, my assistant isn’t at her desk. But when I see a massive arrangement of roses and lilies sitting there, I throw a quick glance at Kalet. He, on the other hand, looks hopeful—clearly proud of the beautiful gesture he left for her.“You know where all those flowers have ended up these past few days, right?” I ask, not trying to make him feel bad.“I know. The trash. But I’m not giving up. At least she doesn’t look at me with hatred anymore.”“You mean not as much hatred,” I correct him.“Whatever. She’s not giving me the evil eye anymore, and that’s progress. Now that she knows the whole truth, I just hope, with a little patience, she can forgive me.”“So that’s why you were paying so much attention to that lecture on ‘how to win over Giselle,’” I remark as I head into my office, grabbing the stack of documents waiting for me and checking the long list of meetings I have lined up.“She gave me some ideas I’m definitely
Days later“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask Giselle, clearly not convinced about what we’re about to do.“No,” she admits without hesitation, “but it’s the only thing I could come up with.”“Great. If Kalet ends up hurt, you’ll owe me big time,” I warn her.“Why would I owe you?” she retorts, clicking her tongue in annoyance.“Because I’m his boss. It’s going to affect me if he’s not around.”She crosses her arms and gives me that stern look I know all too well.“I’m calling Scarlett,” I mumble, picking up my phone before she starts another argument.“Need something, boss?” comes Scarlett’s voice on the other end.“Yeah. I need you in my office. It’s kind of urgent.” I hang up before she can ask anything else.“I really hope I don’t lose two employees today,” I sigh.“Nathan! Stop being so dramatic. They need to talk, and I’m sure that once they’re alone, they’ll calm down and actually do it.”When Scarlett arrives, Giselle goes quiet, slipping into the role we agreed on. I f
"Why didn’t you tell me they belonged to your mother?" Giselle asks the moment we climb into the SUV."Because if I had, you’d have refused to wear them," I reply quickly, stopping her hand before she can remove the bracelet. "I want them to be yours, sweetheart. And honestly, I’m sure that if my mother had met you, she would’ve gifted them to you herself. So please, wear them. Just for me, okay?" I lift her chin gently and press a soft kiss to her cheek.She hesitates for a few seconds, then nods."Okay."Silence stretches between us for a while, both of us sneaking glances at Kalet, who’s been unusually quiet lately. I slide my hand over Giselle’s bare thigh, and just as I’m about to move it higher, she smacks it away with a playful slap."What was that for, sweetheart?" I protest, rubbing my hand."I know exactly what you're thinking," she shoots back, setting her purse on her lap like a shield."I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. That dress is sinfully gorgeous on you," I whisper in