My Sweet Seduction

I headed straight home to the condo, letting out all the pain and resentment that had brewed at the church. Quickly shedding my gown, a bitter smile crossed my face as I crumpled it and tossed it into the trash. Seeking solace, I stepped into the bathroom, allowing the water from the shower to cascade over me, tears mingling with the flow. An hour passed before the thought of changing clothes crossed my mind. Gradually, I lay down on the bed, thoughts of the church incident causing fresh tears to cascade down my cheeks. The pain in my heart felt unyielding, enveloping me in a shroud of sorrow. Awakening to the sunlight streaming into my room, I realized I had drifted to sleep with the window open. Despite the previous day’s turmoil, I readied myself for the office, having already filed for leave for the wedding that never occurred. “Margaux, why are you here? You should take some rest,” Karen, my secretary, expressed shock at seeing me. “I’ll go crazy if I stay cooped up in my cond

My eyes widened, anger bubbling within me. "You!" I exclaimed sharply while pushing him away, my gaze narrowed."Hey, I had no intention of causing offense," he explained, flashing a charming smile that revealed his white teeth and deep dimple."Nice try!" I quipped, raising an eyebrow at him skeptically."Listen, I apologize. I was just in a rush for a meeting that day," he responded calmly.Without a word, I strode to the door and flung it open with force. "You can leave now!" I asserted firmly, avoiding his gaze.He smirked and made his way toward the open door. Stepping back to allow him to exit, I waited, but he halted right in front of me."Thanks for the coffee," he muttered quietly.Maintaining a neutral expression, I thought back to the embarrassing incident on the road and felt my annoyance resurface."Leave," I reiterated with finality, unapologetic for my abruptness.As he took another step forward, I involuntarily glanced downward. Another step followed, his intense gaze f

I COULD FEEL the heated stare of Lawrence behind my back. Maybe that’s the reason why I felt my face turn red as I measured the gown. I glanced at him. The heat in his eyes made me uncomfortable. “Isn’t he handsome?” the coordinator whispered to me. “That look is not my type,” I denied. “Really? But why do your eyes say otherwise?” he added. I just did not comment because I admitted what he said. After fitting the gown and measuring some more clothes, Cindy finally chose what I would wear. “Alright. You will be wearing a baby pink heart-shaped corset gown. It will definitely lift you up that night,” she said. I shook my head. “It’s okay with me even if it’s not too pompous. Besides, it’s your wedding day, not mine.” “Bestie, I want you to be the most beautiful after me because I know you deserve it. Even if you wear rags dresses, you will definitely shine,” she said as if she encouraging me. “I want you to wear

“WHAT THE?!” I quickly stood up and covered my blushing face tightly. “You can use the shower if you want. I have prepared clothes for the employees,” he said softly as if nothing had happened. “No, thanks.” I lowered my hand and pretended not to be affected by his body. He was now wearing his black shorts. “As for what happened earlier, I just want to apologize for my action,” he began. “You should not have done that,” I said in my low voice. “Peter took advantage of you. Didn’t you notice that? He took advantage of you because you’re drunk; that’s why he tried to kiss you.” I watched his jaw clenching so hard, and the darkness of his eyes was staring at me intently. “But you should not hurt him! Besides, we’re just dancing!” I said without blinking. “So you mean, you like the idea of him kissing you?” I could not believe what he said. “Of course not!” I said quickly. “I’m not buying it,” he sai

I REMAINED SILENT. I have no intention of discussing this matter further because I am not in the position to ask him for an explanation. I just went straight to the room he had reserved for me last night and slumped on the side of the bed. I calmed myself a few times before noticing the red rose he had given me. I closed my eyes for a moment and smelled its scent. I can’t help but smile when I saw again the letter he wrote. “Hmm. Lucky rose . . .” My eyes opened. Lawrence leaned against the door frame staring at me with a curved lip. His dimple shows. I can’t help but be overwhelmed. What would it be like to be trapped in his arms, especially if something more serious had happened to us last night? I quickly shook my head and scolded myself for thinking about that. “Our lunch is ready. Let’s eat,” he said before leaving. I quietly followed because I actually starving. He pulled out a chair for me and gently tapped my shoulder before si