ログインVALERIE Speaking of Madeline, compared to the plain moderate yellow dress is picked. Madeline was practically showcasing all of her cleavage for the entire earth to see. I wouldn't slut shame a woman, I mean do I even have the moral ground to? I was still a stripper. I'm more bothered by the thought that I was trying too hard and Madeline didn't have to try anything at all. She was shut the better match for Dominic. Dominic sat right beside me. His knee brushed mine occasionally under the heavy tablecloth, sending sparks of familiar heat racing up my thigh. The first course arrived with quiet efficiency. The servants were all in crisp uniforms placing bowls of a creamy soup before each of us. I couldn’t pronounce the name if my life depended on it; it was something French, no doubt, with hints of truffle and herbs that danced on the tongue. Eleanor lifted her spoon with practiced grace and fixed her gaze on me. “So, Valerie,” she began, her voice smooth but laced with steel, “tel
VALERIE“More like a reliable pain in the ass.” Dominic muttered under his breath, I elbowed him lightly. “Be nice. Or nicer. For me?”He sighed but squeezed my hand. We entered the formal living room a massive space with antique furniture, a fireplace big enough to roast a whole pig, and windows overlooking the gardens. Grandmother Eleanor sat in a high backed chair like a queen on her throne. Madeline perched beside her, looking every bit the perfect guest.“Sit,” Eleanor commanded, gesturing. “Both of you. Madeline, stay. You’re more family than the other one.”Madeline smiled sweetly at me. “Of course. I’m so glad you could join us, Valerie. Your book success must keep you so busy. Dominic mentioned it in passing once.”I sat carefully on the edge of a velvet couch. “It has been busy. But this trip is important. Meeting family.” Eleanor’s sharp eyes pinned me again. “Family. Yes. Tell me, Valerie. How exactly did you meet my grandson? What makes you think you’re suitable for the C
VALERIE“More like a reliable pain in the ass.” Dominic muttered under his breath, I elbowed him lightly. “Be nice. Or nicer. For me?”He sighed but squeezed my hand. We entered the formal living room a massive space with antique furniture, a fireplace big enough to roast a whole pig, and windows overlooking the gardens. Grandmother Eleanor sat in a high backed chair like a queen on her throne. Madeline perched beside her, looking every bit the perfect guest.“Sit,” Eleanor commanded, gesturing. “Both of you. Madeline, stay. You’re more family than the other one.”Madeline smiled sweetly at me. “Of course. I’m so glad you could join us, Valerie. Your book success must keep you so busy. Dominic mentioned it in passing once.”I sat carefully on the edge of a velvet couch. “It has been busy. But this trip is important. Meeting family.” Eleanor’s sharp eyes pinned me again. “Family. Yes. Tell me, Valerie. How exactly did you meet my grandson? What makes you think you’re suitable for the C
VALERIE Things were definitely going downhill fast. I could feel her dislike like a cold draft. She hated me. Or at least really, really didn’t trust me. I wanna to claw at the hurt in my chest. I mean I knew it wouldn't be easy but this screams dead end. This was supposed to be a nice break. In my mind it all played out like meeting his unexpectedly kind family. Instead it felt like an interrogation waiting to happen. Reality sucks. I miss my mahwah. Dominic’s hand brushed mine again, reassuring, but I could tell he was tense too. Like even he hadn't expected his grandmother to come on this strong. Just then, a cherry sweet voice floated out from inside the house, light and concerned and way too familiar. “Grandma, I told you not to go out until you’ve had your meds! The doctor said rest, remember?”My stomach dropped straight through the floor. Madeline. Why the hell was Madeline Ross here? She appeared in the doorway like she knew every inch of the mansion and had seen it one t
VALERIE The mansion rose up at the end of a long, winding driveway lined with perfectly trimmed hedges and ancient looking oak trees that probably remembered more family secrets than I ever would. It wasn’t the cold, modern glass and steel thing I expected from Dominic’s world. This place felt old money. Real old money. Tall white columns, ivy climbing the walls in elegant patterns, windows that sparkled like they got polished every single day. The kind of home that screamed “our family has been running things for generations, and we’re not sorry about it.” High standards. Billionaire blood. The SUV stopped.My stomach did a nervous flip as Dominic helped me out. After all the laughter in the plane and all the reassurance that his grandmother was a loving old lady I felt weight on my shoulders. Like stepping onto a stage where I didn’t know the lines.The front doors opened before we even reached them. A tall, elegant woman stepped out onto the wide porch. She had to be in her late
VALERIEThe silence stretched again, but this time it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just… strange. Nice strange. Like we were both catching our breath after the almost explosion.“So,” I finally said, folding one leg beneath me and turning a bit toward him. “How’s your month been?” He looked almost offended. “My month?”“Yes.”“You truly want to know?”“I asked.” I shrugged, but inside I was nervous. We hadn’t really talked like this in weeks.He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his jaw dramatically like he was thinking hard. “Well…”“I’ve been ignored by my wife.” I blinked. “…Excuse me?”“You heard me.”“I did not ignore you.”“You absolutely ignored me.”“I was working,” I protested, but my mind flashed back to all those nights I’d fallen asleep at the desk, him carrying me without me even noticing. “So was I.”“You travel every other day.”“And yet I still noticed you.” I pointed at myself. “I noticed you too. You just didn’t notice that I noticed you.”He laughed again, shaking his head.
VALERIEThe doors burst open immediately as assistants rushed back inside in panic. People started talking over each other. Someone cursed loudly about corrupted files. Another man mentioned stocks already reacting because the presentation stream got interrupted.My stomach dropped. I hadn’t meant—
VALERIE“No.” Dominic voice rang out immediately, not even giving me half a second to finish breathing after Cassie dropped Ethan’s name.I blinked slowly. “...No?”“No.” he repeated, this time looking directly at me across the breakfast table, his blue eyes flat and dangerous in that quiet way th
VALERIEI feel so dizzy. Anger and attraction mixed together in my head until I genuinely couldn’t tell one from the other anymore.“And I am not,” he continued quietly, eyes burning into mine, “giving you or Ethan the opportunity you both are obviously craving.”My pulse skipped violently. “What’s
VALERIE Cassie hummed thoughtfully. “He’s not wrong…”“No.” I shook my head immediately, cutting in before she could even finish aligning herself with him again. “Absolutely not.”Dominic’s eyes slid to me, intrigued now. “I don’t want shortcuts,” I continued despite the way his gaze felt like it







