𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐱-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬
Daisy Kim's life takes a huge turn when her struggling company gets sold to a billionaire. But the real twist lies in her new boss's identity-who is none other than her ex...
I blinked my heavy eyes and a throbbing headache. Accompanied by a sore body that greeted me. I struggled to comprehend my surroundings, finding myself in an unfamiliar and vast space.
The room was at least three times the size of my tiny apartment, but it lacked the warmth and coziness, the one I was used to. It felt sterile, almost like a luxury hotel room.
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My memory was hazy, and I couldn't recall what happened the previous night. The events were like scattered puzzle pieces that refused to fit together. I attempted to piece them together, but it was like trying to catch smoke with my bare hands.
"Okay, let's think," I mumbled, trying to jog my memory. "I remember being at the club... dancing... and maybe a few vodka shots... someone flying?"
My fingers massaged my temples, trying to alleviate the headache that pounded behind my eyes. I know that alcohol played a significant role in my current state, but the specifics eluded me.
Did I accidentally check myself into some fancy hotel last night? My bank account might be cursing me right now.
I glanced down at my attire and was relieved to see I was still in my red dress. However, I noticed I was also wearing baggy pants underneath.
Thank goodness for whoever had the decency to cover me up. I didn't want to be flashing anyone with my drunk fashion choices. I should not go commando while drinking.
I didn't exactly have the best track record when it came to alcohol-induced adventures.
"I hope I didn't make a complete fool of myself," I mumbled, trying to piece together the fragmented memories.
As I stepped out of the room, I saw an impressive sight—an expansive and lavish living space that seemed like something out of a movie.
My senses moved to the tantalizing aroma of something delicious cooking. My stomach growled in response, betraying my hunger.
My legs moved on their own, leading me toward the kitchen, where the source of the delicious smell awaited. I peeked inside to find a well-equipped and immaculate cooking area fit for a professional chef.
My eyes popped as I looked at Alexander. He was there cooking up something delicious. But it was not the food that caught my attention—it was his bare back.
His wide and strong back displayed defined muscles, each curve and line a piece of art that made my heart race.
Ink adorned his skin like an exquisite masterpiece, and my eyes greedily took in every intricate detail. The tattoos on his back seemed to tell a story, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. I wanted to trace each design with my fingers, memorizing every stroke and symbol.
My gaze couldn't resist wandering to his veiny hands as they worked their magic on the pancakes. The flexing of his wrists, the grace with which he flipped the pancake. It was like watching a chef in his element.
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My eyes continued their sinful journey, traveling down to his hard abs, perfectly sculpted and practically begging to be touched. The ink that adorned his back extended to his abs, forming one cohesive and stunning piece of art. It was like his body was a canvas, painted with desire and passion.
I felt a blush creep up my cheeks, realizing I was ogling him like some perverted peeping Tom.
"Done ogling me," I was startled at his words.
"Sorry," I squeaked out.
"Don't be. I am all yours to look at."
"You are the one who brought me back," I asked. I don't know why I could not yell at Alexander right now—a part of me was guilty that he had to handle my drunken mess.
"Yes," he answered, turning off the stove. My eyes betrayed my mind because they could look nowhere but him.
"I, um, I was just wondering when breakfast will be ready," I stammered, trying to focus on something other than this man.
His lips curved into a smirk, and for a moment, I was sure he knew what was going through my mind.
"Soon," he replied, his voice dripping with something dangerously close to desire. "But first. I don't mind you looking at me, but you should know that looking at me like that might have consequences."
Consequences? My heart raced.
"Oh? And what might those consequences be?" I challenged, trying to play it cool even though my heart was beating like a hummingbird's wings.
My heart raced as I tried to maintain a facade of composure, but his proximity made it difficult. I felt excitement and nervousness as his dark eyes bore into mine.
As he stepped closer inch by inch, I instinctively stepped back, only to find myself cornered against the kitchen island. A subtle smirk crept on his lips. His hand resting on my side sent shivers down my spine, and I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
His eyes seemed to darken further, and he leaned forward, his proximity becoming even more intimate. My heart pounded in my chest.
"What are you doing?" I managed to stammer, feeling trapped by his closeness.
"I think you already know," he replied, his voice now a sultry whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
My cheeks flushed, and I swallowed hard, hoping to regain my composure.
But just when I thought he would make a bold move, he surprised me by asking, "Apple?" He reached behind me, grabbed a piece of fruit from the counter, and held it to me with an innocent look.
I sputtered.
"Um, no thanks," I finally managed to say, trying to play it cool even though my heart was still pounding. "I think I'll pass on the apple."
The breakfast spread before me, and I couldn't ignore the rapid thumping of my heart. I hesitated, trying to understand why I felt this way and why I yearned for something from him that I couldn't quite put into words.
My eyes scanned the delectable spread, each dish looking more enticing than the last.
"Eat," he began. "Enjoy the meal with your buddy."
