Yvette's breath hitched after seeing Clyde Smith, one of the crowd, on the second row, watching her with his intense eyes as if she were a puzzle he wanted to decipher.In every event she attended, she would always think that Clyde was just around since his name was one of the big deals in the business industry she's in, as he's one of the hottest bachelor leaders. He's making names, and he's one of the men the media would love to feature and cover.And now that she's really seeing him at her own event, on her own spring collection runway, she doesn't know what to do. It emptied her mind as she continued her speech and smiled at the crowd as if she didn't see the man that had haunted her in the past."Let's all give a round of applause for the models who nailed the runway. This won't be so successful without their perfect walk. Girls..." she glanced behind her.The crowd started clapping as the models started walking toward Yvette and hugging her as they all stood in front of the stag

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

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

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

"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