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Final Touches“Oh, absolutely! This event is shaping up beautifully! Hosting my first celebratory party has always been a dream, and it's unfolding just as I envisioned. To elevate the ambiance a notch, we definitely need a touch more elegance. So, Angela, what’s the ETA on those large sectional sofas in a stunning pearled hue? I’m eager to see how everything will come together!”“Oh, the furniture store will deliver them later this afternoon. Would you like them arranged around the room's perimeter to create a cozy circle around the dance floor?” Angela suggested.“Yes, that sounds perfect! It will enhance the overall aesthetic and provide guests with a comfortable spot to sit and enjoy their drinks. Now, how’s the progress going with the entertainment? I envision the dance floor as the true centerpiece of our celebration.”“I’ve been reaching out to several renowned bands from Chicago who excel at performing culturally rich songs, ensuring that all our guests can let loose and dance
Pov - Mr. ChoiThe aircraft gently descended through the clouds, a subtle shift in its movement signaling our approach to the destination. Victor and Greg, still lost in the tranquility of sleep, were oblivious to the awakening world around them. The rest of us, however, were stirring, shaking off the remnants of sleep as O'Hare International Airport came into view, a vibrant cityscape teeming with life."Wow! I'm actually in America!" one of the guys exclaimed, his eyes ablaze with excitement. A collective sigh of relief swept over us, a tangible sign that the arduous 15-hour journey, marked by turbulence that jolted our bodies, was finally over. Thank goodness we were in first class. I can only imagine what we would have had to endure being six feet tall and sitting in those cramped seats. It would have certainly tested our endurance, but the plane ride here was finally behind us. Daeseung, a ball of energy, leaned eagerly towards Victor and Greg."Hey, wake up! We've arrived!" he in
Dynasty (POV)Glancing at the beautifully designed clock on my wall, I felt an excitement wave over me, like fireworks lighting the night sky. Only a few hours remained until I would attend the much-awaited Gala—an event everyone had been buzzing about for weeks. Holding my iPad tightly, I could almost hear my friend's encouraging words echoing in my mind. Beverly, my dear mother, an experienced Gala-goer, always knew how to boost my confidence and excitement for such occasions. The memory of her words sparked a fire of anticipation for the fun that lay ahead.Taking a deep breath, I pulled myself out of my cozy bed, my heart racing excitedly. Walking to the bathroom, I removed my comfy t-shirt and light underwear, enjoying freedom. I carefully placed curlers under a bright polka-dotted shower cap, treating my hair as I prepared for a refreshing shower.Searching through a lovely wicker basket filled with fragrant soaps and fancy lotions, I picked out my favorite body wash. The delight
"Chicago! Ha, ha! This city is bursting with glamour, excitement, and energy tonight!" Seungchan exclaimed excitedly, peering out the window, his eyes full of spark and curiosity as we drove through the lively streets. Admittedly, I felt the energy, but I kept my cool. I nodded my head in agreement with his remarks. The night was alive with energy, filled with the sounds of music spewing from all the fancy nightclubs and the laughter of people on the street. Walking about all dressed in elegant clothing, no doubt heading to various parties to bring in the new year. I watched them mingling and enjoying themselves against all the skyscraper buildings and stunning city lights. The guys had all the windows down in our stylish black limousine, which was filled with the smells of delicious food. We came to a smooth stop in front of an impressive 5-star luxury hotel, its exterior shining like a jewel in the center of the city."Wow! Just look at this luxury! Your boss must be doing incredib
The Dark Prince:My mind is a whirlwind of activity, a natural consequence of my profession. I find my eyes perpetually scanning the crowd, attentive to every hand gesture and flicker of body language, always aware of potential exits. With an eagle-eyed focus, I absorb the vibrant tapestry of my surroundings, filing away details in my expansive memory. Yet, amidst all this observation, one sight caught my attention: the grand staircase, alive with movement. Guests flowed down the ornate steps, laughter intertwining seamlessly with the upbeat melodies from the live band, creating a palpable energy in the air.I'm particularly adept at reading people; it's a skill I've honed despite the intricate nuances of human behavior. Being on American soil ignited the instincts from my Special Ops training, making keen observation essential. I had to remain inconspicuous while I surveyed the scene, so I took a casual sip of my drink, flashing a disarming smile at the extravagantly dressed people w
Eyes Only On You“Miss Angelique,” Daeseung's voice dripped with a charm that hinted at his undeniable attraction, his smile lively and inviting. “Would you do me the honor of dancing with me?”Her face lit up with pure joy, a radiant expression that stole her attention from everything else, like sunlight bursting through a heavy cloud cover.“The pleasure would be all mine; I would absolutely adore dancing with you, Daeseung,” she exclaimed, her voice soaring like a melody, enchanting everyone within earshot. As she shifted her gaze to me, her lips blossomed into a smile so magnetic it felt as if the entire room had leaned in closer to bask in its warmth.“Mr. Choi, it was truly wonderful meeting you. Enjoy the party and the rest of your night!” I returned her smile, a quiet acknowledgment, while she and Daeseung glided away in perfect harmony. A soft heat flared in the air as I allowed myself to watch her again. I noticed how Daeseung’s hand rested possessively on the small of Angel
Dynasty POVAttraction Equals DistractionBefore the polished elevator doors slide open, a rush of anticipation washes over me. I take a deep breath and at the last moment I check my reflection in the compact mirror I slid out of my clutch—knowing every detail matters tonight.“Welcome, welcome, Boss! Oh my goodness! You are drop-dead gorgeous!” The cheerful voice of Skylar beckons me, and I smile as she greets me. She’s my friend and a jewel, so I can't help but admire her as she walks toward me. The girl looked fabulous in the bodice gown, which dipped low and exposed her full cleavage. It’s a fiery red Alexander McQueen dress that accentuates her graceful curves, sparkles against her light caramel complexion, and fits her figure perfectly. It was a good choice for this special occasion.“Skye, you are absolutely stunning!” I reply, feeling the warmth of her bright smile.Crossing the threshold into the building feels like stepping into a glamorous dream. The air is thick with excite
Identity CrisisVictor watched her from several feet away. He was mesmerized as she glided toward him with an effortless grace. Her skin was glowing and glistening like a fine piece of jewelry as it caught the candlelight setting in the room. A soft smile played on Victor’s lips as he momentarily averted his gaze, savoring a sip of his rich red wine. The taste lingered on his palate, but he couldn't resist the magnetic pull of her presence, drawing his eyes back toward her breathtaking figure.Victor, with his perfect posture and tall, lean frame, stood utterly entranced, caught in a spell woven by the breathtaking vision. She turned heads among those dressed in their finest garb at this extravagant gala. It was truly her in the flesh! Her hair and face were immaculate. She radiated an enchanting beauty that eclipsed the captivating photograph he had of her. He found himself irresistibly drawn to her; it was as if he were staring into the very essence of her being.This girl was exquis
Time To Own ItAs she gazes into the mirror, a wave of disappointment washes over her. The reflection staring back reveals dark circles beneath her eyes, remnants of restless nights haunted by a whirlwind of unsettling images and frantic thoughts that thumped like a wild drum in her chest. With a determined sigh, she splashes cool water on her face, feeling the refreshing droplets cascade down her skin.Dynasty dedicates extra minutes to her hair, her fingers deftly maneuvering through the strands, weaving them into submission with a practiced precision. She meticulously applies her makeup, each brushstroke a shield against the world outside. She longs to banish any hint of the turmoil brewing within–the sleepless nights that have frayed her composure. Today, she resolves, she will not be defined by the chaos that churns within her. "I find myself at a crossroads, trying to determine my next course of action. What’s going on, Dynasty? I can't afford to waste time entertaining his pre
What is In Your Heart"It's not her! It's that cunning, scheming Angela woman—what's her name? Is it Angelique?—who has ensnared Daeseung's fascination. Vic, you must stop pushing against this tide; instead, surrender to it. Love is meant to be savored, an exquisite journey filled with rich moments and deep emotions that you should learn to embrace and relish.""Enjoy love? What do you mean by that? To me, love is nothing but a potential disaster that could derail my career and complicate my life! I refuse to indulge in something that could lead to my downfall, Greg! My focus here isn't to get swept away by romantic feelings or fall for some girl. I’m on a mission to uncover the truth behind the theft of my family's fortune—every penny that’s been taken from us. I cannot afford to let these overwhelming emotions distract me or jeopardize my relentless pursuit of justice.""Absolutely! I am fully committed to uncovering the identity of the person or people responsible for the harm infl
Time Is Of The EssenceA very upset Victor entered his hotel room around 2 a.m., all he thought about was that steaming hot dance with Dynasty. “The only thing I can do to cure this is take a cold shower.”His cell phone rings the minute he steps out of the shower. He throws a towel over his head and wraps one around his lower half. He looks at his phone, and he doesn't want to answer it. But it was his boy calling, and he knew he had to take the call. “What's up?”Before he gets a reply, he hears clearly through the cell phone's speaker a female voice giggling while saying. “Greg, come on...one more kiss.”Victor says. “Yah! Greg, you called me?!”Greg, "Wait, baby." A soft, velvety voice says, "Baby, where are you going?"This cocksure smile appears on his face as Greg enjoys one of his favorite pastimes, pleasing a beautiful woman. "I love you." He kissed her. "But this dance is over."Greg finally tears his lips away from the girl's mouth and brings his attention back to the p
Playing With FireEveryone dispersed, as they all had previous plans with the young ladies they met at the gala. These guys loved what they did for a living. There were only two things that bothered Victor about his style of work. One, the men in his unit were some of the best men he had ever known. Victor could trust every single one of them to have his back. He didn't know what he would do if anything ever happened to them.That's why he tries to ensure they don't encounter any real potential violent missions. But in America, things can get violent quickly, and that's something to seriously worry about.Then, shut himself off emotionallywo, Victor, some years ago, after his emoti,onally. Now it's emotional survival. It made it easier to do his job. He no longer invested himself in the lives of other people, other than his boys. Any outside relationships he kept them at a distance. But for some strange reason, he knew something inside him craved to be close to Dynasty DuBois. Back
Dig Deeper Into You"Sorry, boss, for disturbing you, but I think you need to hear this. I didn't get a chance to talk to you with so much that has happened in the last 48 hours. But that guy you entertained at the Gala. His name was Victor Choi. I expected his father to attend the Gala, but instead, his son came. I've been trying to find out why his father didn't come, but I've been running into dead ends while trying to get any information on Sheppard Choi. It’s as if he has gone missing in action. So I couldn't sleep and I had to call you and warn you, just in case he shows up again."Angela was far too late with her warning because Dynasty had already spent a very long evening, into the late morning, with him."I'm aware of who he is, and I have spoken with him since the Gala. He's my target." "But boss, he's not the old man you expected. He's around your age and very debonair. Not to mention, he must be angry about his family's wealth. I think it's too dangerous, Dynasty. You do
Captivated"It sounds awful hearing it described that way. However, I couldn't have described it any better. That's how it is. I'm sorry to say this to you."Victor felt something deep in his soul stir for the first time. He didn't know how to describe it other than feeling very sorry."It's okay, that's your world? It is very sad. I didn't know, but I do now. I feel very sorry for you."From looking at her face, Victor could tell that what he said didn't suit her taste. But despite that, he couldn't stop gazing at her with amazement in his eyes. "I think you're reading me wrong again. I do…" The dynasty had to fight off, entering a defensive attack mode for females. Because every time she looked at his pathetic and demeaning view, he had women. She saw in his eyes for the first time that he recognized that something was wrong with his view and way of thinking. Dynasty wore a pleasant smile, even though she was holding back words that were itching to escape her lips. “You seem unha
Don’t Want To LeaveSince you’re here in my home, I want to ensure you’re neither married nor entangled with someone else. I maintain a strict policy against involving myself with married men outside of work," she stated, her clarity reflecting a deep respect for herself and for Victor.A flicker of surprise crossed Victor's face at her bold frankness. A charged tension settled in the air as he contemplated his response, weighing his words carefully."Relax," she encouraged, a warm smile curving her lips, disarming the initial intensity of the moment. "I’m simply inquiring whether you’re in a serious relationship, like having a girlfriend or a spouse. So are you involved?" Her calm yet probing tone, intertwined with the candlelight flickering across his well-contoured features, helped diffuse the atmosphere.Dynasty had a clear intention behind her question. To her, clarity was paramount in the early stages of any relationship to avoid the messy complications that often ensue in roman
The Scent Of A Woman:“Thank you,” Victor replied, managing to maintain a calm facade even as a flurry of nerves fluttered in his stomach like a restless bird trying to escape. He made his way across the room to the credenza, his hand moving almost mechanically as he poured a generous glass of his favorite red wine. The deep, rich aroma wrapped around him, momentarily distracting him from the anticipation building within.She reappeared, and the atmosphere shifted dramatically. The simple robe had disappeared, replaced by a stunning, metallic silk maxi dress explicitly tailored for her. The fabric caught the soft light, shimmering like liquid sunshine, and accentuated her every curve with effortless elegance, leaving Victor momentarily breathless. Each step she took unveiled daring slits that climbed high along the sides of the dress, teasing glimpses of her toned thighs that hinted at both strength and grace. Meanwhile, the neckline, adorned with untied drawstrings, invited his gaze
Revealing Identity:“Hello! Who’s calling?” The voice emanating from the intercom was warm and inviting, wrapping the small, cozy room in a friendly atmosphere that felt almost comforting.“Is this Ms. DuBois's residence?” The question came from an appealing masculine voice that carried a warm charm, its rich timbre echoing softly against the walls. There was a genuine curiosity in his tone, making it impossible not to be drawn in by his presence.“Yes, it is,” she replied, her voice smooth and refined, embodying a sense of grace that belied her underlying caution. “May I ask who’s calling?” There was a subtle tension in her tone, a delicate thread of suspicion woven through her politeness, adding an intriguing layer of suspense to the exchange as she prepared to guard the information she held.Victor inched closer to the sleek, black camera positioned next to the door, his captivating smile lighting up his striking features. The warm corridor light streamed down on him, casting a gold