Dominic was fast asleep, his strong arms lazily sprawled across the king-sized bed, a soft, satisfied breath escaping his lips. Beside him, Kirah lay still, eyes wide open as she stared up at the high, chandeliered ceiling. Her heart was full—of questions, of emotions, of that lingering tingle between her thighs that reminded her of the night she'd just shared with him.
She gently turned to him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest. "And he's asleep," she whispered to herself, smiling softly, "just like that…"
His peacefulness made her smile wider. He had looked so put together, always composed and intimidating in the office. Yet here, lying bare beside her, he was soft. Vulnerable. Human. And hers.
The early morning light filtered into the room, the golden rays slipping through the sheer curtains as time ticked slowly past 4 a.m. Kirah shifted slightly, careful not to wake him—but of course, he stirred. And once his eyes fluttered open and landed on her, the hunger returned.
"Morning," he rasped in his gravelly, just-woken voice, eyes still heavy with sleep but already darkening with lust.
"You slept well," she said, teasing, brushing strands of his messy hair from his face.
"You wore me out," he smirked, then rolled on top of her slowly, his toned body easing between her thighs. "But I still need more of you."
Kirah gasped softly, her resistance melting as his lips found the sensitive spot on her neck. What started as a kiss quickly turned into another slow, sensual round of lovemaking—this one sweeter, slower, but no less intense. He worshipped her with every stroke. And when she came apart under him, her nails clawing at his back, he knew this wasn't just about lust anymore.
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By the time they were done, it was close to 6 a.m. Kirah sat up, reaching for the sheets and glancing at the time. "I need to go home. Get ready for work."
Dominic propped himself on one elbow. "No, let me take you."
"You don't have any women's clothes lying around."
He grinned mischievously. "Correction—I didn't. But I do now."
Before she could ask, the doorbell chimed. His housekeeper brought in two luxurious shopping bags. Designer wear, heels, and even a bottle of high-end perfume.
"You... ordered all this?" she asked, stunned.
"You're not sneaking out of here looking like we just fucked all night, Kirah," he chuckled. "You're walking into that office like the goddess you are. In style."
She tried not to blush. But her heart danced.
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She dressed slowly. A navy-blue dress, silk, hugging her just right. The slit at the thigh was tasteful yet tempting. Her curls were loose, her makeup light. She looked radiant—and when Dominic saw her step out of the bedroom into the vast living room, his jaw nearly hit the floor.
"Jesus, Kirah."
She smiled, twirling for him. "Too much?"
"Too everything," he said, eyes following every movement of her hips. "You're not making it easy for me to behave, you know."
They had breakfast in the expansive dining room. A long white marble table stretched beneath a sparkling chandelier. The glass walls gave them a view of the skyline of Velandia City, where success tasted as expensive as champagne and secrets stayed behind tinted glass.
Kirah couldn't help but admire the space—art on every wall, fine furniture, and a warmth she hadn't expected in a billionaire's home. Money was indeed good, she thought. But the way Dominic looked at her—like she was the rarest jewel in his possession—that was better than money.
As they got into his luxury car, parked in the underground garage, he looked over at her and said, "So... no more hiding?"
Kirah turned to him and nodded. "No more hiding."
He reached over and took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers. "Then let them talk."
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At Vierra Holdings, the whispers began even before they stepped out of the car.
Was that Kirah Evans… getting out of his car?
They walked through the lobby side by side, not touching, but the tension was undeniable. And while some of the staff were scandalized, others were stunned into silence. Some glared. A few whispered.
But Kirah held her head high. Dressed like a queen. Walking beside a king.
And Dominic? He simply smirked like a man who had everything he ever wanted.