LOGINKelvinI swallowed hard as I took hesitant steps toward the room. Mr. Alexander, Jayden’s father had suddenly invited me for lunch. Lunch?. The word sounded harmless, but with this man, nothing ever was.I already knew what this was about. He wanted to find out how far Jayden had gone with getting a girlfriend.And how on earth was I supposed to tell him that the possibility of that happening was as thin as a strand of spider silk?. I still don't understand why Jayden is hell bent on having a woman who doesn't want him when there are millions of ladies willing to do anything just to be with him. Phew! That jerk isn’t even in the country, and that meant I had no backup. I was on my own.Two bodyguards stood like statues by the entrance of the private suite. One of them pressed a button, and the glass door slid open with a soft hiss.My heart slammed in my chest.The room was enormous, white walls, gold accents, and a long dining table set perfectly at the center. The scent of roasted
JaydenBy noon, I ordered the car to the JayLuxx flagship mall. One of my top fashion brands. I hadn’t planned on visiting, but the Black Diamond Gala was around the corner and I preferred seeing fabrics before they touched my skin.The mall was grandeur wrapped in glass. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen fireworks, marble floors gleamed under my polished shoes, and mannequins dressed in tailored masterpieces stood like royal guards.A few people recognized me. I saw the stares, the whispers. I didn’t acknowledge them. It's okay for them to look and wonder what it’s like to be me.“Mr. Jayden!” A sales associate practically tripped over her heels trying to greet me. She looked young, too eager. Nervous hands brushed her skirt as she bowed slightly. “We’re honored by your visit. Please, this way.”The interior was flawless, white marble, dark oak finishes, subtle lighting that made every outfit gleam like royalty. Good. They were maintaining standards.“Bring me the gala selections,
Jayden Shanghai welcomed me with its usual chaos as the wheels of my private jet kissed the tarmac with a soft thud, and moments later the cabin door swung open, letting in a rush of air that smelled faintly of jet fuel and rain. I unbuckled my seatbelt slowly, like a man who had the world waiting on his next move because, well, it was.The flight attendant offered a polite smile and a “Welcome sir,” but I barely spared her a glance. My sunglasses slid into place as I took the first step onto the staircase.Below, the black limousine waited, sleek and spotless, the company emblem gleaming on its polished surface. The driver, already standing at attention, rushed to open the door. “Good morning, Mr. Jayden,” he said, head slightly bowed. Silence.As I settled into the leather seat, the door shut with a soft click as the world outside blurred into motion. The city was waking, glass towers catching the morning light, streets pulsing with people who would never know what it felt like to
KelvinI had just lifted the glass to my lips when I saw her. Every sway of her hips was deliberate, the click of her heels against the marble floor a calculated rhythm meant to draw attention. Her crimson dress clung to her curves like a second skin, a dangerous slit parting with every step to reveal legs that seemed to go on forever. Confidence radiated off her in waves, and so did desperation.Her eyes were locked on Jayden. “Hi… Jayden, right?” she purred the moment she reached our table, tilting her head slightly as her perfectly manicured fingers brushed a loose curl from her face. “I’ve heard so much about you. I thought maybe we could..”“Walk away.”Jayden didn’t even glance up from his glass. His voice was low and cold, like the bite of winter air against bare skin. The woman blinked, stunned, but she quickly recovered, a nervous little laugh bubbling past her painted lips.“I’m sorry, I just thought..”“I said walk. Away.” His tone sharpened, every word clipped and deliber
Kelvin I watched him in quiet disbelief as he tipped the bottle back and downed almost all its contents in one go. For a man who used to preach control and discipline, Jayden was drinking like someone trying to drown something much heavier than thirst.Four days.That’s all that’s left before the deadline his father gave him. And yet… Anna still hasn’t said yes.The fact that the almighty Jayden Blackwood, the man who never hears “no,” the man people fall over themselves to please, is struggling to win over a woman? Honestly, it’s both hilarious and tragic. Boy must be hurting.“What?” he barked, catching me staring.“Nothing,” I said, shrugging, though I didn’t look away.Jayden turned cold after his mother’s death. It wasn’t sudden, it was more like watching ice slowly spread across a lake. He blamed himself for not being there when she took her last breath, and that guilt hardened something inside him. He wished so much for her to open her eyes for even a second but his wish never
KelvinI usually join Jayden in the gym in the mornings, but more often than not, I oversleep. Laziness, maybe or maybe I just don’t see the point of punishing my body before breakfast. Jayden, on the other hand, is relentless. I can’t remember a single day he’s missed a workout, except that one time he collapsed from stress and ended up in the hospital. That was the only crack I’ve ever seen in his perfectly controlled armor.It had been a while since I last joined him, so I decided today was the day; partly because I needed the sweat, but mostly because I wanted to hear how his ridiculous “get-a-girlfriend” mission was going.But the moment I stepped into the gym, I froze.Jayden wasn’t punching the heavy bag this time. He was punching people.Two of his men were on the floor, faces bloodied, curling into themselves as he towered over them, throwing blow after blow with frightening precision. And for a second, I was pretty sure he’d forgotten they were human.“Jesus Christ, Jayden!”







