Todos los capítulos de HIS TO CONQUER : Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The icy water slipped from my grip as I attempted to grab it from him and it splashed across Gavin's chest, soaking his shirt. The thin fabric clung to his skin, outlining the hard lines of his muscles in a way that sent a jolt of unexpected heat through me. I swallowed hard, my gaze fixed to his chest, the way the water droplets traced the contours of his body."Look what you've done," Gavin grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Now I have to also take a bath.""I… I…" I stammered, completely flustered."Don't just stand there," he said, reaching for me and pulling me closer. "Get me a towel." He murmured against my neck."No," I managed to get out of his hold, "you can't have a bath at my place." I tried to insist.Gavin's eyes narrowed in displeasure as he stared at me. Clearly, he hated not getting his way. "Then I'll just strip here and wait for my clothes to dry off then." He suddenly uttered.Before I could even register what he has said and was about to do, he sta

The warmth I was feeling right now from the body pressed against mine was a pleasant surprise. A deep comforting heat that seeped into my bones, chasing away the lingering chill of… what? I couldn't quite place it. The feeling was familiar, though. Like a half remembered dream or memory. I snuggled closer, a small smile tugging at my lips. It was the kind of warmth that reminded me of… my mom. Her soft body pressed against mine, the gentle weight of her arm draped across my back when I was still a kid. She would hold me like that all night, a constant, reassuring presence in the darkness that clouded our lives back then. I clung to the warmth beside me now, seeking that same comfort I used to feel. But something was… off. It wasn't quite the same. The texture, for one. Mom was… softer. This was firmer, harder and more… defined. And the smell. Mom always smelled of lavender and something faintly sweet, like warm milk and honey. This was different. Sharper. More… masculi

“Teach me how to court Logan.” Those were the embarrassing words I had said to Lily last night. But now, I stood outside of our family mansion and Lily’s words echoed in my head.“If you want my help, you come home.” Help. As if I had a choice. I was utterly lost in the struggle to gain Logan Pierce’s affections, a lack thereof I had and Lily, that manipulative little… sister, was my only lifeline. So, here I was, at the house. Mom had also given me an ultimatum to return home today or actually get disowned for real. I let out a frustrated hiss, a small act of rebellion against the inevitable, and pushed the front door open, and walked into the house.The familiar sounds of morning filtered through the house. The clinking of silverware, hushed conversations. I knew exactly what awaited me. The ritual of forced civility disguised as family breakfast. As I entered the dining room, the scene unfolded precisely as I had imagined it to be. My father, as always, was engrossed in hi

~ Logan’s POV ~A long hiss escaped my lips as I watched Gavin storming out of the bathroom, the door slamming shut with a loud resounding thud. “He has started again,” I said completely irritated and frustrated. Honestly, the man was being utterly unreasonable. It was Peter, for God’s sake. Peter, who was my secretary, yes. But he was also more than just my secretary. Peter, who was practically family. Peter, knew me inside and out. And Peter, who, I was absolutely certain, harbored no romantic interest in me whatsoever.Sure, Peter was a bit of a flirt. A player even. He could charm the birds out of the trees, male or female, it didn’t matter. He had always been that way and he was very charming too that he even flirted with customers sometimes. But he had never crossed a line with me. Never given me a single indication that he saw me as anything other than a friend, a boss, a… well, a complicated part of his life, I supposed. So Gavin’s jealousy, this simmering rage th

This sexy daredevil Gavin. He had built this? This… flower cafe? Just for me? My breath hitched in my throat. It wasn't just a cafe with a few potted plants scattered around. This was a floral wonderland. Vines draped from the ceiling, blossoms of every imaginable colour cascading down like living waterfalls. I could only stare speechless. This was like one of my dreams come true. I’ve always wanted to come to a place like this, and he built this just for me. My heart which had been clenched tight with resentment and forced anger now fluttered like a hummingbird caught in a sudden burst of joy."Do you like it?" Gavin's voice, usually so confident, sounded almost hesitant. He was watching me, his eyes searching mine, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths."I… I do," I managed, the words a little breathless. A genuine smile stretched across my face, the first in what felt like days. "Thank you Gavin." The 'thank you' felt inadequate, a small offering for such a grand gestu