Masuk~ Ronald’s POV~
I pushed open the door to my office, the irritation from last night still crawling under my skin. I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing Aliyah’s face when she bit my lip… and the way she looked everywhere except at me.
She still didn't understand that she had to maintain a good image before the public. My reputation was almost on the line yesterday, but she didn't seem to care.
I dropped my briefcase on the table and reached for my chair, ready to sink into work and shove the thoughts away.
But then…
Ping.
My phone vibrated. Once. Loud enough to break through everything.
I frowned and pulled it out of my pocket. It was in the headlines again. I was really interested in it but the moment I spotted her face in the picture, I knew something w
~ Ronald’s POV~I pushed open the door to my office, the irritation from last night still crawling under my skin. I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing Aliyah’s face when she bit my lip… and the way she looked everywhere except at me.She still didn't understand that she had to maintain a good image before the public. My reputation was almost on the line yesterday, but she didn't seem to care.I dropped my briefcase on the table and reached for my chair, ready to sink into work and shove the thoughts away.But then…Ping.My phone vibrated. Once. Loud enough to break through everything.I frowned and pulled it out of my pocket. It was in the headlines again. I was really interested in it but the moment I spotted her face in the picture, I knew something w
~Aliyah’s Pov~The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the stiffness in my neck. The second was the throbbing ache in my wrist, and the third....the cold metal lock on the door staring at me.I blinked slowly, disoriented for a moment, then everything rushed back.The fight that occurred in the car. Me shouting, the bruises.The night.I sat up, breathing shakily.Still locked in.Still trapped.I reached for my phone immediately.Two percent battery.“Great,” I whispered.My fingers trembled as I scrolled for Clara’s contact. She picked up on the first ring.“Aliyah?” Her voice instantly sharpened. Where have you been? I tried calling you since yesterday.....“He locked me in,” I whispered, my throat tightening. “Clara, I’m still locked in.”There was a sharp inhale from her end.What do you mean locked in? As in, locked? With a key? Aliyah....“Yes,” I choked out. “He dragged me in and locked the door and I just woke up now.”“Oh my God. Are you okay? Talk to me.”“I don’t
~ALIYAH’S POV~His voice still echoed in the car, loud enough to shake the air around me.“WHERE HAVE YOU REALLY BEEN?”My lungs strangled themselves. My fingers twisted into the hem of my dress.“I.... I told you, I whispered. “I went to the restroom.”Ronald leaned closer, eyes burning. “Try again.”“I’m not lying.”“You expect me to believe that?”“It’s the truth,” I insisted, my voice cracking. “I.... I really did go there.”He scoffed. “For twenty minutes?”“Yes!” I said quickly, desperate. “There was a line and I felt dizzy. I stayed inside for a bit.”He stared at me like he was peeling back my skin to find whatever I was hiding.I swallowed hard. I couldn’t say I ran into Dominic. I couldn’t say the kiss happened. I couldn’t say I saw him. I couldn’t say anything.Ronald’s jaw ticked. “Aliyah, don’t test me tonight.”“I’m not,” I whispered.“You smell nothing like a woman who spent twenty minutes in a restroom.”I froze.His voice dropped lower, sharper, like a blade sliding a
~RONALD’S POV~The moment Aliyah stepped close to me in that hall, an instinctive jolt hit me before her eyes even met mine. It wasn’t a thought. It wasn’t suspicion, it was something far more primal.A scent.At first, I tried to place it, something faint drifting through the air between us. But it wasn’t hers. It wasn’t the soft, warm perfume she always wore. It wasn’t the familiar sweetness I had memorized on her skin, the one that clung to her whenever she leaned too close.No.This was different.This was him.Dominic.A sharp, familiar undertone threaded through the space around her, clinging to her like something that refused to be washed off. My brother’s scent, subtle, but unmistakable. Embedded in the fibers of her clothes. Tangled in her hair. On her breath. A
~ALIYAH’S POV~I shoved Dominic away the second the footsteps faded, my breath catching in my throat. The warmth of his hands disappeared immediately, replaced by a rush of panic.I scrambled to my feet. My knees felt shaky, but I forced myself upright.“Get up, get up...... I muttered under my breath as I smoothed my gown with trembling hands.“What? Aliyah, Dominic's voice echoed.I glanced at him and regretted a little, I had pushed him too hard. But I immediately masked my face with a cold smile.“Move.” My voice was a hoarse whisper.Dominic stood, staring at me, watching me. Aliyah........I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t. My hands were trembling as I pushed my hair back, adjusting the loose strands, smoothing the wrinkles from my blouse, trying to erase any trace of what had just hap
~Ronald’s POV~I checked my watch for the fourth time. The minute hand seemed to mock me, moving painfully slowly, dragging out every second of my irritation.Aliyah had said she was going to the restroom. That was twenty minutes ago.My jaw tightened, the muscles ticking as I exhaled through my nose. Twenty minutes. For a simple restroom break. She wasn’t careless. She wasn’t forgetful. And she damn well knew I hated waiting around like some clueless fool.“She’s taking too long,” I muttered under my breath, the words laced with annoyance I could no longer hide.A few guests walked by, smiling politely as if everything in the world was fine and elegant and perfectly controlled. I barely nodded back. I didn’t have the patience for meaningless social gestures. Not when irritation was already tightening like a rope around my throat.







