"No. Nothing... I thought I should remind you, it's only us, only you..." Tiffany went silent for a second before exhaling loudly. "Yeah. I know that. I've got to go." As soon as she hung up. She turned to Elle, sighing heavily. "Do we have everything prepared? Have you contacted Cherry to know when the model will arrive?" "Yes. By noon, it means we still have time to prepare the venue, but why did you insist on using your boutique?" "Isn't the view nice?" Tiffany asked, smiling at the window. The only reason she had chosen this place was because of the beautiful view of the city at night. "Miss Halton, where should remove this hanger?" A deep voice interrupted. Tiffany turned in his direction, she gave Elle a smile before walking away. "Contact, Cherry quickly!" She said, walking into the storage. Hours passed into days, and the whole event had ended. She arrived at her apartment. Benson opened the car door for her, and tiredly she walked into the building until she arrived at
Kai tilted his head back, trying to let the heat relax him, but it did nothing to ease the heavy ache in his chest.He closed his eyes, and her face appeared in his mind. Tiffany. She was all he thought about, consuming his every moment. He could almost sense her there with him. Her laughter and the soft sounds she made lingered in the corners of his heart.Kai swallowed hard, feeling a tightness in his throat. It had only been a week since he left, he missed her as if it had been years. He wondered what she was doing currently. He wasn’t telling him anything anymore.His heart ached as he remembered her touch. Her voice, soft and playful, would whisper sweet nothings meant just for him. He could almost hear her calling his name, just as he loved it, but it didn't last as Henry’s voice cut through. "Are you crazy? You want to take over your father’s company?" Henry whispered.He sighed, covering his face briefly. "Yes. Why can’t I? The shareholders are on my side. My dad is getting o
Kai sighed heavily. "Tiffany?" He took out his phone, got into the car, and collected the tablet Peter handed to him. "Isn't it strange, Mr Winson? Tiffany’s mother's location was also released. The nursing home called and said reporters are all over." Kai took a deep breath. Her number wasn't going through. "Send Benson over. I need to speak to Tiffany and turn the car over to the nursing home. Something is definitely wrong with Tiffany." "This way, Mr Winson," Clara, the head of the nursing home, directed. Kai followed until they arrived at the executive floor. Her room opened, and there she was, Victoria Halton, sitting with a bowl of fruit in her hands, watching the television. Kai paused at the entrance, staring at her. She seemed unbothered. He stepped out, turning to Clara. "Is there any news? Did anyone call?" "Ah, yes. A man. He claimed to be her husband; he only asked how her health was," she said, her eyes wandering as if she were trying to recall the situation. "He
Hundred million? She thought, trying to calm her heart. Slowly, darkness engulfed her, and she lay there until everything was hushed. The next morning as she woke up. The sound of her ringtone had tapped her back to reality. She looked around the living room. The rotten smell of fish was coming in. Her phone rang again, and she picked it up. "Miss Halton, I was wondering if you are free by noon. I have everything you asked for." Tears rolled down Tiffany’s eyes. Finally, her way out. She took a shower and stormed out of her apartment. A few minutes later, she sat opposite Carlo in a small café down her street. Carlo handed the file to her. "Thank you for everything. I really appreciate it." Tiffany said, her eyes beaming with joy. She watched as Carlo walked out. Tiffany took out her phone, staring at the nursing home number. She had only called them once since that incident. "Hello, Miss Halton," Clara's voice echoed from the phone. Tiffany lowered her gaze. As she
Tiffany struggled, thrashing against the arms that held her. Her muffled screams were swallowed by the cloth pressed tightly over her mouth. The scent was strong, like a chemical. It was nauseating. Her heart pounded violently as she fought, but the hands were stronger, rougher. A deep voice muttered something she couldn’t quite process before darkness claimed her again. When she woke, her head throbbed, the taste of bitterness coating her tongue. Everything around her was a blur, her limbs heavy as if she had been drugged. She blinked, trying to adjust to the dim lighting. A single bulb flickered above her. The scent was stronger with something metallic and something rotting. Where the fuck was she? A basement? A warehouse? Her body shuddered involuntarily. Tiffany attempted to move, but her wrists were bound behind her, the coarse rope digging into her skin. Her ankles were tied
"She needs a rest and a lot of it. I would advise her to stay a little longer, also her nutrition..." Tiffany stirred, opening her eyes. Tiffany’s eyelids felt heavy as she slowly drifted back into consciousness. The bright hospital lights overhead made her wince, forcing her to blink a few times before her vision cleared. A dull, aching pain radiated through her body. Her fingers twitched against the cool sheets, and as she turned her head slightly, she saw a familiar figure standing beside her. Noami. "Tiffany," Noami’s voice was soft but thick with worry. She stared as Tiffany tried to sit, and her heart ached. Noami lowered her head, sighing heavily, her shoulders sagging with relief as tears rolled down her cheek. Tiffany tried to smile, but it felt weak. "Noam–" she murmured but her throat felt dry. Noami exhaled sharply, squeezing her hand. "What the hell happened? Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you
The next day, evening crept in slowly. Kai was still nowhere to be. Utterly bored, Tiffany decided to take a warm shower.Tiffany stepped out of the hospital bathroom, the steam trailing behind her as she adjusted the loose sleeves of the fresh hospital gown. She froze mid-step when she saw Kai sitting on the small couch.His posture felt tense, and his elbows rested on his knees as he stared at the floor. His hands were clasped together. Tiffany looked around, and Noami was gone.Tiffany swallowed. He hadn't left.The sight of him sitting there, made her heart flutter. Slowly, she walked toward him, her bare feet barely making a sound against the cold floor.Kai didn’t notice her yet. He was still faced down. Tiffany could see the rigid way his jaw clenched, the way his chest rose and fell with controlled breaths.Without a word, she slid onto his lap, straddling him. His body stiffened beneath her at the same time letting her i
Four days later, Tiffany was finally free from the hospital.Kai didn’t let her lift a finger as he helped her into his car, making sure she was comfortable during the whole ride. She thought he would take her home, but instead, he parked in front of a tall building that looked over the city."This isn’t—" She looked at him, her eyebrows raised in surprise."My new penthouse," he said simply, opening her door. "You’re staying here.""Kai, why? Is this rent?" She stepped out, feeling a mix of excitement and confusion. "Am I moving in with you? Isn’t that a bit fast?"Kai sighed, meeting her gaze with seriousness. "You’re still recovering. I want you close." His voice softened, showing his concern.Tiffany took a deep breath, glancing up at the building before looking back at him. The worry in his eyes made her heart flutter. "Okay," she said, nodding.Happy with her response, Kai led her upstairs, showing her th
Tiffany scrambled away, her chest heaving as they subdued Kate. But Kate’s voice rose, sharp and mocking as she sneered at Tiffany. "You think you’re special? You think Kai loves you? You’re nothing but a means to an end. You’ll never carry the Winson heir. Kai would never let you! You're just some whore he picked at the club!" The words struck Tiffany like a physical blow. Her blood ran cold. Her period… it hadn’t come. Her chest tightened as realization crashed over her. In a sudden haze, She bolted up the stairs, her mind spinning, ignoring Audrey’s calls as she raced up the stairs. Her breaths came fast, unsteady. Her heart pounded as she grabbed her phone from the dresser, yanking open her calendar app. She scrolled back counting the days. Twenty-six days. Twenty-six days late. Panic clawed at her as she stared at her phone and her hands trembled, gripping the edge of the vanity. Slowly, she sat at the edge of the bed with her gaze locked on the screen. "Tiffany…" Kai’s voice
Three days later, Tiffany sat at her desk, her hands clumsily shuffling through papers as her head felt like a lead weight, her stomach twisting and turning like a storm at sea. The morning had been relentless, emails, reports, deadlines but none of those could distract her from the growing unease that crawled through her body. Her vision blurred slightly as she glanced at Noami and Elle who were going through their weekly reports. Their voices seemed muffled and distant like she was underwater. Tiffany blinked hard, trying to focus, but the world only spun faster. The desk beneath her hands felt too far away."Guys, let’s take a break," she whispered, her voice so soft. Her exhaustion was palpable, weighing down her words.Noami looked up sharply, her brow furrowing in concern. "Tiffany, are you okay? You don’t look too good."Tiffany forced her lips into a weak smile. Her hand trembled as she reached for her water bottle, the cool plastic grounding her momentarily. She took a sip,
"Going down on me," he said, his tone firm but laced with vulnerability. His eyes met hers, dark and intense. "I don’t want it." Her breath stilled, confusion flickering across her face. "Why?" His jaw tightened, his hands gripping her waist a little harder before loosening again. He leaned in. "Because I might lose control," he said. "And if I lose it with you like that… I don’t know if I can stop." The sheets were a mess twisted and pushed low on the bed, their bodies tangled in a fevered knot of heat. Tiffany’s back arched and her skin flush against Kai’s as he hovered over her, their mouths fused in a breathless, consuming kiss. Her fingers twisted into his hair, pulling him closer, while her other hand gripped the hard line of his back. She felt every ripple of muscle as he moved in a slow motion and each motion sent a wave of fire through her spine. Kai groaned into her mouth, his lips moving with hers desperately, like he couldn’t get enough of her. His palms wrapped
Tiffany shook her head. "No, thank you." She disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door gently behind her. The moment she was alone, she let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping. She undressed quickly, stepping into the shower. The warm water cascaded over her, washing away the stress of the day. But the heavy feeling in her chest lingered. Once finished, she slipped into a silk robe, the fabric cool and smooth against her skin. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her fingers brushing against the neckline of the robe. It was new but she knew he wouldn’t be able to resist it. But as excitement flickered in her chest, it was quickly doused by a wave of uncertainty. He still wasn’t home. Suddenly, voices echoed from upstairs, muffled but unmistakably loud. Tiffany froze, her heart thudding. Her breath hitched as she recognized the voice. It was Kai’s. But she had never heard him yell like this before. "What do you mean you can’t fucking find Kate?!" Kai’s voice boomed, fi
Tiffany approached, her heels clicking softly against the ground. She stopped just short of the pile, clutching the strap of her bag nervously. Kai’s gaze locking onto hers, his arms crossing over his chest as he studied her."What? You’re moving in?" he asked, his voice low, tinged with disbelief.Tiffany shrugged, trying for nonchalance, though her heart raced under his intense scrutiny. "You asked me to. I know I didn’t tell you—"But before she could finish, his lips were on hers. The kiss was sudden, stealing the air from her lungs and the words from her tongue. It silenced everything. His breath was warm against her lips. "What are you saying? What I own is yours already. You don’t need any permission to do anything."Her cheeks flushed instantly. A smile broke through her lips as she threw her arms around his neck, burying her face against him. "Gosh, I’ve been waiting for this," he whispered. Days later, Tiffany stood in her boutique, adjusting the sleeve of a mannequin for
The reception was a vision of soft candlelight and swaying greenery. Tiffany found herself swept into the rhythm of the evening, laughing and sipping champagne. Then DJ’s voice rang out over the speakers."And now, ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the bride and groom’s first dance."The room was hushed as Allison and Henry took centre stage. Tiffany could feel the anticipation thrumming in her chest, an energy that seemed to ripple through the crowd. Henry extended his hand toward Allison, his smile soft, and she placed her fingers in his, her cheeks tinted with a delicate blush.The music started a slow, romantic tune that wrapped itself around the couple like a gentle embrace. They moved together effortlessly, the sway of their bodies in perfect harmony, their eyes never leaving each other.Tiffany watched, her heart unexpectedly tight in her chest. She glanced toward Kai, who stood a few feet away, his hands in his pockets. His gaze was fixed on solely her like she was the only
The door creaked open with a low, lazy groan.Kai stepped inside, already dressed in a sharp black suit that hugged his tall frame perfectly, a slim black tie knotted at his throat. His dark eyes swept across the room, taking in the organized chaos. Makeup brushes scattered across a vanity. Curling irons still warm, makeup bottles open and half-used. The soft scent of hairspray and perfume hung in the air.And there, right in the center of it all, sat Tiffany.She was perched on a stool in front of the mirror, her legs crossed, laughing lightly as Kasey, her stylist, dabbed a final touch of highlighter along her cheekbones. Her skin glowed under the soft lights, a delicate shimmer kissing the curves of her face. Her hair tumbled down her back in soft, loose curls, some strands pinned slightly away from her face.Tiffany wasn’t dressed yet just sitting there in simple black lace underwear, a matching bra and panties that clung to her flawless skin. She looked effortless beautiful all a
He groaned, his forehead pressing to the back of her shoulder, his breath hot against her damp skin. He was losing himself in her, drowning in the way she gave him everything, her body, her voice, her soul. She was his, utterly. "Tiffany... I want you to—" He whimpered, his eyes closed deeply.Tiffany shook violently beneath him, her body still panting his name like a prayer. He was trembling. His teeth grazing her shoulders as her release left him wrecked and vulnerable. It was too much for him. He followed her over the edge, spilling himself deep inside her, his entire body shuddering as he let go.The room fell into silence, except for the sound of their ragged breathing. Hours later, the sheets twisted around their bare bodies. They were still damp from the shower they had earlier. Kai lay stretched out on his back, his chest rising and falling heavily. One arm was loosely wrapped around Tiffany, his fingers brushing absently against her skin, keeping her close. She rested ag
"Now," he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tilting her head back. "Be a good girl and clean your mess properly."Tiffany whimpered, her thighs clenching together as she opened her mouth wider, offering herself completely to him.Kai’s fingers tightened in her hair, the sharp sting making Tiffany’s breath hitch. Her heart hammered in her chest, but she opened wider. So obedient and desperate for the taste of him."That’s it," he murmured approvingly, guiding his cock between her lips.The moment she wrapped her mouth around him, Kai let out a guttural sound. A raw, primal mix of a growl and a moan that seemed to reverberate through his entire body. His hips rolled forward, unthinking, desperate, forcing more of himself into her warm, wet mouth. Pleasure shuddered through him, his body betraying the control he always prided himself on.Tiffany’s tongue swirled instinctively, tasting herself mingled with him, the sheer intimacy of it making her heart race. The weight of him o