Clyde has been very busy since he started managing the company more seriously. He hit big sales, closed a lot of deals, and collaborated with so many big brands that he became the most talked-about business tycoon and the youngest billionaire in his generation.It was always his dream, which is why when his parents forced him to marry Yvonne, he had no choice because he really wanted to manage the company. The marriage became the bridge to pursuing his passion.When Yvette left, he only focused on two things. The company. And himself. He would think of Yvette sometimes, and it's hard to forget someone who would flash on billboards and have the cities screaming her name because of the success of her brand as well.He won't lie to himself that there are nights he wants to book a ticket to Paris and kneel in front of her doorstep to beg for a chance, but the restraint he has for himself reminds him that they both need to pursue their dreams first, could always chain him to his urges to r
Business-related. It lingered on Clyde's mind as soon as he got the documents that contained the properties of Yvonne."It stated there that Yvonne would only get her properties once she's married by the condition of her parents. And it seems like Yvonne made her own will too, in which she stated that her properties would be given to her twin once she's married as well."Clyde's brow shot up. He cannot believe that Yvonne left a testament for Yvette alone. That she already planned it beforehand to make sure her twin would marry.Maybe because she knew that woman was a workaholic. I bet that woman has never been interested in relationships. She seems so independent and less interested in men.And for sure, once she found this out, she'd only find someone to marry, then divorce him right away. Like a business-related agenda. No strings attach.She might let it happen. But the deep relationships? That woman might not consider it.And what the fuck, Clyde? You are suddenly thinking about
Yvette opened the door and she let Clyde in. She opened the lights and closed the door as Clyde roamed around.Compared to her unit in New York, she got herself a penthouse in Paris in order to see the overlooking view of the Eiffel Tower as much as she wanted.Clyde can see how she's living a lavish life, far from the unit she got for herself. It was big, and the furniture, including the interior designs, screamed elegance.Yvette took a champagne bottle and two champagne flutes and put them on the rectangular table in front of the big sofa.Clyde took a seat as he placed the documents on the table, and Yvette opened the champagne with a screw until it popped out.She poured herself a drink and sat beside him. Clyde took his coat off, loosened the neck, and opened some buttons on his dress shirt.As Yvette sipped on her drink, Clyde caught her checking him out shamelessly, the intensity of her eyes feeding the heat that they'd both been suffering since at the restaurant.Clyde cleare
It was the thirst in her that she could no longer control, as she wanted to get devoured by the heat, to feel it, and to let herself burn by it.There were nights she’d think of Clyde worshipping her body like a goddess, and there were nights she needed to release the heat because it was uncontrollable.It was her buried feelings at the back of her mind that she kept ignoring every time they hunted her down. That she’s going to continue living her life the way her mind wants it to be, not her heart dictating what it should be.Clyde has a sinful desire she doesn’t want to commit. A mistake of evilness that felt so good. A man she thinks is not for him.But when she was already sitting on his lap, she knew that her inhibitions were burned by the lust that ruled her mind and body as she started moving her hand on Clyde’s hand as well.Clyde looked at her with pure thirst in his eyes. His lips were parting, and his eyes were covered with blazing desire."Is this all you want from me once
They're already flying to New York. It's a big business for her because she's going to open a new branch in New York Times Square. She's going to see her brand next to the big brands there, and she cannot wait for it.There will be a big launch party and ribbon cutting, which she will personally lead. Thinking about her achievements, she cannot believe that she's climbing to the top. She's successful, but every time she thinks about it thoroughly, there's something about it that's lacking.Yvette is happy with her achievements because she knew they were all what she wanted. She doesn't need a man to complete her life."How's your relationship with Damon?" she asked while they were sitting in the first-class seat."We're fine. You know we broke up for some petty reasons, but how am I supposed to move on when the next day, I'd find him in the doorway kneeling for forgiveness, begging to take him back? Of course, I'd take him back without a heartbeat!"Yvette sipped on her champagne flut
So he sent me flowers, but there's been no call from him? And what's he up to, huh?Yvette signaled to her team and Trisha that she needed to make a call first as she went to the balcony and closed it. She rested her forearms on the railings as she looked at the tall buildings.She clicked the number without hesitation and put it against her ear. Without two rings, Clyde immediately answered it, as if he'd been staring into the screen of his phone, waiting for her call as well."Hello," Clyde’s deep tone resonated in her ear.Yvette cleared her throat and glanced at the transparent glass door of the balcony as she looked at the delivered flowers that almost occupied the corners of the hotel."I received the flowers. What’s your plan? To make my room a flower shop, huh?"She heard Clyde’s soft chuckle. And damn, her body reacted to it, as if it were a vibrator that made her tingle."Congratulations. I actually went earlier," he whispered."Hmm. Really? I haven’t seen you there," Yvette
"Your designs are wonderful, by the way. They embody the woman you are," Clyde opened up when he remembered the runway he attended."Most of those designs were inspired by Yvonne. Those white satins," Yvette pointed out."I noticed it too. Those were the dresses Yvonne might wear. Angelic. Compassionate. Full of kindness." He raised his brow as he remembered those times he would see Yvonne’s style matching her soft features."And those dark clothes are obviously you. Fierce. Dominating. And... sexy," he pointed out more.Yvette sipped on her water, amazed at how Clyde’s thoughts about her collection matched the message she wanted to convey through her designs.Most of her targets were women. She’s a feminist, and she has been known for it. Though she has tried some styles for men, she hasn’t released them yet."Is that the reason why I saw you on my runway? Because you are interested in the designs? Have you found a woman to spoil now?" Yvette chuckled smoothly as she sliced the steak
"Don't waste it. I don't give second chances, Mr. Smith," she whispered.Clyde nodded slowly. He knew that snapping her meant throwing away the little chance he had to have her again. This time, he won't pull her into his life, but he wants to be part of her life. He wanted to understand her, to know her more, and to spend his time with her.Take it easy, Clyde. Don't rush. If she found out you have these things on your mind, she might run away and won't let you marry her in papers.Take it easy. Let her decipher and sense it slowly. Until she could decide on her own whether to let you in completely or close the door for you forever.But I won't let the latter happen without putting in a goddamn effort. If it might happen, I know that I did everything... took the risk. tried to fight for it until she declared the war over."Then... I am down to sign it tomorrow," he whispered again, his hand resting on her thigh.Yvette’s lips stretched because of the tease he was giving her. She spre