Chapter 4

The day Dominic's prototype suit was ready, I decided to deliver it to his office myself.

Dominic's office took up an entire floor of his family's skyscraper.

His assistant buzzed me right through security.

Dominic had given strict orders: I never needed an appointment.

Which was how I unfortunately ended up overhearing Logan's voice.

"Dominic, you're going way too hard just to help me out. Did you really have to give her all those premium connections?"

"Women don't need to work anyway. I can provide for her. Giving her all those resources is just a waste."

I had always known Logan never took my career seriously.

When he initially supported my studio, it was just a patronizing gesture to keep me entertained. He figured his rich friends could buy a few dresses to fund my little hobby.

Even when I started succeeding, his boasting felt more like a proud owner showing off a prettier vase than his neighbors'.

Dominic didn't argue. He just said coldly, "I don't do charity."

"Of course, of course. I know you're only doing this as a favor to me."

"But seriously, has she really not shown any interest in you?"

Dominic raised an eyebrow. "Do you want her to?"

"That's not what I mean," Logan waved his hand dismissively. "I already met Victoria, the heiress my parents set me up with. We're both happy with the arrangement. The news is going to break soon, so I need a definitive answer before that."

He leaned in closer, lowering his voice:

"Dominic, we need to up the stakes. Before my engagement party with Victoria, you have to make Vivian fall in love with you."

I sat in Dominic's private lounge and ate three slices of cake, and Logan still hadn't left.

Losing my patience, I sent Dominic a text.

A few seconds later, I heard footsteps in the hallway.

Logan was saying, "Alright, I'm heading out. Don't forget what we agreed on!"

The footsteps faded away.

Thirty seconds later, the lounge door opened.

I raised the garment bag in my hand. "Brought your suit for a fitting."

Dominic's dark eyes flared with hunger.

I unzipped the garment bag and gestured for him to come over.

He stared at me for a few seconds before finally stepping in front of me.

I reached up, naturally unbuttoning his suit jacket and sliding it off his shoulders.

He raised his arms cooperatively, letting the old jacket fall to reveal his crisp white shirt.

Since a new suit required adjusting the shoulders and waist, I stepped behind him, draping the new fabric over his shoulders. My fingers slowly traced down his shoulder blades.

I could feel the heat radiating from his skin through the shirt.

"Raise your arms."

Instead of raising his arms, he suddenly spun around and grabbed my wrists.

His grip wasn't painful, but before I could react, he pinned me against the door.

He leaned in, his hot breath mingling with mine.

I didn't push him away. Instead, I grabbed his tie, pulling him even closer.

He paused for a fraction of a second, then slammed his lips onto mine, hard and desperate.

I tilted my head up, matching his frantic rhythm.

His hand slid down from the door to cup the back of my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me flush against his hard chest.

When the kiss finally ended, his voice was thick and raspy. "When are you going to let Logan know?"

I tilted my head and smiled. "I never said I was keeping it a secret."

Logan's birthday bash was scheduled to be at Dominic's luxury cabin resort in Aspen.

That would be the perfect place to reveal the truth.