Dominic Vierra***
Honestly, that pink blouse did something to him.
Not in a loud, attention-seeking way—no, Kirah Evans wasn't that kind of woman. Today she'd dressed down. No heels. No heavy makeup. Simple, clean, refined. But when she walked into the conference room earlier for the executive briefing, Dominic had nearly forgotten the points on his own agenda.
The navy blue skirt hugged her hips just enough to be decent… and dangerous.
It should be a crime to look that good while pretending not to know it.
He leaned back in his chair after the meeting, loosening his tie, his mind miles away from the numbers projected on the boardroom screen just moments ago. The directors had barely cleared out when his thoughts went straight back to her.
Kirah.
He wasn't going to play it cool today. Not when she'd smiled at him. Actually smiled.
That woman had built walls taller than any skyscraper in Velandria, especially after that night. But today? There was a softness in her eyes, a warmth that didn't require decoding. She'd let her guard down—even if only slightly—and that was more than he had hoped for.
He' should share his lunch with her again. That was the plan. Maybe more, if she let him.
Dominic stood from his chair and adjusted the cuff of his shirt, ignoring the not-so-subtle stares from his female employees as he passed through the hallway. Some smiled. One literally fluttered her lashes like she was auditioning for a perfume commercial.
He didn't flinch.
They weren't Kirah.
Kirah was focus. Kirah was challenge. Kirah was everything he never knew he needed until he had a taste of her—and now he couldn't get her out of his bloodstream.
When he walked into her office, she was behind her desk typing away, dressed simply, yet still looking like the goddess of good decisions and bad timing. She looked up, and her lips curved.
A smile.
Dominic's heart did something dumb and boyish in his chest.
"Mr. Vierra," she said, her voice calm, her tone professional—but there was a lightness in it, something warmer than usual.
Boss.
She still called him Boss.
But for the first time, she didn't say it like she was reminding herself to keep her distance.
Today, it felt… lighter.
But honestly?
He was in love.
Unapologetically. Undeniably.
And not just with anyone—with his employee.
The one woman who hadn't begged for his attention. Who had looked him dead in the eye and told him he was spoiled. Who resisted him, challenged him, and still somehow… got under his skin in the softest, most violent way possible.
The whole day went well. No tension. No outbursts. No cold shoulders from Kirah.
And for the first time in weeks, Dominic Vierra felt like he could breathe again.
Is this what love feels like?
Because he was deep in it—and sinking further with every blink of her lashes.
A whole him. The billionaire, the man who had built empires and bent the world to his will, who never begged or chased. Here he was, chasing her in ways no other woman had ever deserved.
His mother? She could go on with her marriage talks all she wanted. Even try to throw another high-class, empty-shell heiress at him.
It wouldn't change a thing.
Kirah was the only woman he wanted. Period.
No social ladder. No corporate arrangement. Just… her.
He wasn't used to this. Sex was always just sex to him. Once in a while—blue moon cravings. He knew how to manage his needs. Control the man between his legs. Quick fucks, nothing messy. Pleasure without strings.
But now?
Now his body didn't crave just any release. It craved her.
Only her.
He hadn't touched another woman since the night of the party—and he wasn't planning to. That version of Dominic—the one who gave in to random urges—was gone.
He was reserving his rare fuck, his rare everything, for Kirah Evans.
And she'd be his.
Eventually.
He wasn't giving up. Not on her. Not on what this was.
She could ignore his messages, challenge his efforts, even storm away again like she did at the bar—but he'd still show up. He'd still prove himself.
Later that night, freshly showered and shirtless on the balcony of his penthouse, Dominic stood under the stars, phone in hand, heart full.
He typed slowly—carefully—and hit send:
> "You smilled at me today. And I swear, it felt like the sun finally rose again ."
Simple. Honest. Soft.
He placed his phone on the side table and exhaled deeply...
Kirah who's still awake saw her phone lit up and she smiled asif she's been waiting for this. She blushed hard still holding the phone in her hands as she typed back
I couldn't help but smile at you , handsome and stubborn man.... sleep well.