MasukA lonely man finally found love in an unexpected way but how does his heart takes it and how does he live up to the standard to receive reciprocation? Dimitri Jenkins the one and only man who hates love like he hates his enemy but what happens when his heart starts playing a different tune, will he succumb to it or finds a distraction? But how long can he run away from the truth?
Lihat lebih banyakThe car moved steadily through the quiet streets, the soft glow of streetlights spilling softly across the windows. Cassandra sat with her hands resting lightly in her lap, keeping her gaze forward while letting her thoughts drift back to the ballroom, the awards, the conversations, and the subtle tension that lingered from the evening.After a few minutes of smooth driving, Dimitriโs calm voice broke the quiet. โWhere should I take you?โCassandra glanced briefly at him before replying, her voice even. โThe apartment on Elm Street. Just past the park.โLouis kept his attention on the road, letting the space in the back seat remain private. Cassandra exhaled lightly after a moment, then offered a soft, โThank you.โโYouโre welcome,โ Dimitri replied, his tone controlled, steady, and unflinching.A few minutes passed in silence. Finally, Cassandra ventured, carefully choosing her words. โAndโฆ congratulations on your awards tonight.โDimitriโs dark eyes flicked toward her. โThank you. St
Cassandraโs gaze followed the movement quietly, noting the effortless power in the way he commanded the space without seeking it. Her pulse quickened, not from jealousy but from a mixture of intrigue and a memory she could not shake.She caught herself staring once too long, and for a heartbeat, their eyes met. Nothing dramatic, nothing forced, just a subtle connection. He returned to the women around him, but the slight lift of his brow hinted that he had noticed.Cassandra exhaled lightly and forced herself back into conversation with the rest of the staff, but the awareness lingered, a quiet hum beneath the music and laughter. She couldnโt deny it: the night had shifted the moment sheโd glimpsed him here, commanding the room and her attention all at once.Louis, seated just beside Dimitri, leaned in with a knowing smirk. โLooks like sheโs watching,โ he murmured.Dimitriโs expression remained calm, controlled, and utterly indifferent, but the smallest twitch at the corner of his mou
A shadow shifted nearby, and strong hands caught her gently at the elbows, grounding her.โCareful,โ a low, measured voice murmured.Her gaze lifted, and there he was. Dimitri Jenkins, standing close, his presence commanding yet effortless. The faint scent of him brushed past her as his dark eyes met hers, calm and unreadable, holding a quiet intensity that made her pulse quicken.The contact lingered just a heartbeat longer than necessary. In that instant, memories flared, the heat of that night, the weight of his body, the rasp of his voice whispering her name. Her chest tightened, a mixture of recognition, fear, and something she could hardly name.Dimitriโs face remained composed, indifferent, yet the directness of his stare hinted that he remembered. He knew.Cassandra drew a slow, steadying breath. โThank you,โ she murmured, her voice barely above the hum of the night.For a moment, neither moved. The quiet city and distant music surrounded them, but the tension between them was
As the applause faded, the guests didnโt simply disperse. Clusters formed around both Sterling Heights and Jenkins Enterprises, each group buzzing with admiration, curiosity, and a touch of strategic interest.A senior executive from a prominent firm approached Cassandra with a warm smile. โTwo awards tonight, thatโs impressive. Sterling Heights is really making waves,โ he said, offering a polite handshake. โIโd love to discuss potential collaboration in the coming months.โCassandra nodded graciously, her mind already cataloging possibilities. โThank you, Iโd be happy to schedule a meeting,โ she replied, her voice steady and professional, even as a flicker of excitement danced through her chest.Nearby, Dimitriโs table was a small whirlwind of attention. Influential figures leaned in, offering congratulations, sharing subtle pitches, and seeking even the slightest acknowledgment from him. โFive awards,โ one guest whispered to another, โand you saw how composed he was? Thatโs power in












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