He chuckled, unfastening his seatbelt as he parked near her building. Turning to face her, his gaze was intense, pinning her in place.
“Only the ones I’m interested in,” he said, his voice dropping an octave.
Vashti’s breath hitched. The air between them felt heavier, charged with unspoken tension. She broke eye contact, fumbling for the door handle.
“Thank you for the ride, Mr...” she began, giving him a pointed look.
“Good night, Miss Phillips,” he replied, ignoring her obvious cue. His tone was final, leaving no room for further questions.
She hesitated, her lips parting as if to argue, but his next move stopped her. Leaning in, he whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin.
“Adonis MacGyver,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “President of the company.”
The revelation hit her like a bolt of lightning. She stared at him, her mind racing to process the information. Her boss. The man who had fired her and kissed her in the same breath.
“Good night,” she whispered, finally finding her voice. She pushed the door open and stepped out, her legs shaky.
“Miss Phillips?” he called after her. She turned reluctantly.
“Lilac,” he said simply, his expression unreadable. Before she could question him, the car window rolled up, and he drove off, leaving her standing under the glow of the streetlamp.
Back inside her apartment, Vashti collapsed onto her bed, her thoughts tangled. The day had begun with frustration and ended in bewilderment. One thing was clear: Adonis MacGyver was trouble—the kind of trouble she wasn’t sure she could resist.
Last updated on August 20th, 2025 at 11:21 pm
