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
"You can put your other things here," Clyde offered after the small celebration ended.Well, it wasn’t the end, but Trisha had already passed out from drinking, and Damon had already carried her from the other room to accompany his drunk girlfriend while the two were left outside, still sober enough to continue drinking.Clyde is always amazed at how Yvette has such a high tolerance for alcohol that even if you’d drink with her every morning, she would still carry herself like she’s never drunk at all."I won’t come here often. You’re coming to Paris, not the other way around, Clyde. If you wanna see me, then—""I know, Mrs. Smith. My point here is that you might like putting your things in your husband’s penthouse." He arched his brow; his tone was taunting.Yvette looked at him as she scoffed at the way he called her Mrs. Smith, thinking she was really his wife now."Mrs. Smith, my ass," she said, shaking her head, her lips stretching for a smile as she sipped on her drink.Clyde pu
Yvette slowly opened her eyes as she felt someone's strong arm hovering over her back while she was sleeping on her stomach.The first thing she saw was Clyde's handsome face sleeping next to her, who was also sleeping on his stomach, topless, and with disheveled hair. He looked so snobby even though he was sleeping because of his dark features.The first time she experienced sleeping next to a man after sex was when she pretended to be a fake Smith, and now that she's experienced it again, it's still Clyde, and as his fake wife again.Yvette stared at his face for a while as she rested her hand against the side of her head as her pillow while she looked at him deeply.Damn, this man. He fucked me countless times last night, and now he's got the guts to sleep next to me looking like a tamed beast, huh?Yvette's lips stretched when she realized who was the real beast between the two of them. Because she knows that she fucked him roughly as well.Clyde slowly moved closer and pulled her
"Well, hello there, lovebirds..." Damon flashed his smirk as soon as he went out with Trisha, who was just rubbing her puffy eyes.Trisha looked at Yvette with a surreptitious grin on her lips as they waited for her to join them for breakfast."Wow. You two were so early. And you already showered. Yvette is really an early bird. Oh, how I remember sleeping with her that she would always get up early in the morning to take a bath while I'm still snoring!" Trishia said to herself as Damon pulled the chair for her.Clyde noticed it too when they were in Paris. Yvette is independent. She would always start her day by being productive."I'm also waking up early so I can start my day at six in the morning," Clyde mentioned while his eyes were on his plate."Are you low-key saying that you're fit as Yvette's husband because you can join her for being an early bird?" Damon chuckled while pouring juice for his girlfriend.Clyde just shrugged while Yvette just sipped on her water, unfazed by Da
Her photo shoot started. She looked at the camera fiercely. She was busy while Clyde was sitting on his swivel chair in front of his laptop and glancing at his phone from time to time.Should I text her? Nah, Clyde. Would she think you’re clingy? Well. I am. He let his intrusive thoughts win, took the phone that was resting on the side of his laptop, and leaned against the chair as he started typing some words.Clyde:Good luck with your interview for the magazine.He stared at it while his fingers still wanted to type more. A part of him wanted to call, but he knew that she was busy, and he didn’t want to disturb her.His secretary knocked, so he put down his phone as he saw Merrie walking into his office with more folders in her hand."These are the initial reports of the proposed project of Mr. Sebastian, sir," she said in a soft voice as she placed the folders.Clyde nodded and dismissed her right away. The secretary smiled before leaving. He’s back to his professional mode as he
Yvette started socializing with the others, while Blake couldn't seem to get enough of her, so he would insert himself in every group where Yvette was.And every time she would throw a glance at where Clyde was, she would always find his eyes looking at her surreptitiously.Her phone beeped. She checked it and saw the familiar number flash on the screen.Clyde: I want you with the girls...Her brow shot up. She knew what Clyde was talking about because she was now surrounded by men who are giddily talking to her, including Blake."So what was that family that Rogue released as a teaser, huh? Are you already planning to build a family? Perhaps a spoiler that you're already going to marry?" one of the men pointed out, which is the son of a big brand as well.Yvette started typing a reply for Clyde.Yvette: Like how you were surrounded by the girls too?Yvette took her eyes off her phone for a minute to participate in the topic."It's a spoiler that she's going to say yes to me one of