Saskia's footsteps echoed softly along the polished marble floors as she made her way down the opulent corridor of the penthouse suite.
The walls were adorned with exquisite artwork, and subtle, ambient lighting cast a warm glow, highlighting the intricate designs etched into the ceiling. The scent of fresh lilies filled the air, a delicate touch that contrasted with the imposing presence of the security detail lining the hallway.
The tall, burly bodyguards stationed along the hallway were a constant reminder of the tight security surrounding her, their imposing figures casting long shadows under the dim lighting.
They were vigilant and stoic, their eyes tracking her every move with a mixture of reverence and duty. As she passed each of them, they bowed slightly, murmuring their greetings with the utmost respect. Saskia acknowledged them with a subtle nod.
When she reached the grand door of her suite, one of the bodyguards stepped forward, his hand resting on the ornate handle. He opened the door with a smooth motion, his voice low and deferential as he informed her, "Miss, Master is inside waiting for you."
Saskia's perfectly arched brow furrowed slightly at the unexpected news. She had anticipated solitude after the exhausting evening, not an unplanned rendezvous. With a soft sigh and a curt nod, she responded with a simple, "Thank you," before gliding past him into the lavish interior.
The suite's living room was a masterpiece of modern luxury fused with timeless elegance. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking panoramic view of the city's glittering skyline, while sumptuous furnishings in rich hues created an atmosphere of comfort and sophistication. A grand piano stood gracefully in one corner, and a collection of rare, antique vases adorned a glass display cabinet nearby.
Amidst this splendor, Sean sat comfortably on a plush leather sofa, his broad shoulders relaxed as he perused something intently on his sleek tablet.
Despite being dressed in a simple white shirt and pants, he still exuded a commanding presence that was hard to ignore. The soft light cast shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his Heterochromia eyes.
Hearing her entrance, Sean glanced up, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as his gaze met hers. Saskia moved gracefully toward him, lowering herself onto the sofa opposite, crossing her legs elegantly as she regarded him with a mix of curiosity and mild annoyance.
"I thought you were busy? Why are you still here?" she inquired, her voice smooth but edged with a hint of reproach.
Sean set aside his tablet, leaning back as he studied her with a discerning eye. "I am busy," he replied, his voice resonant and calm. "But it's not often I get the chance to see you these days. I'll be staying here until tomorrow morning. My flight leaves at six."
Saskia leaned back, sinking into the plush cushions of the sofa as she absorbed his words. A part of her was relieved by his departure, knowing that it would give her the freedom she needed to pursue her own plans. But another part of her, the part that had grown accustomed to his presence, felt a pang of something resembling regret.
"Oh," she murmured, her tone casual. She leaned back, allowing the soft cushions to cradle her tired body. "How's the operation going?"
Sean didn't answer immediately. Instead, he set the tablet aside and stood up, crossing the short distance between them with purposeful strides.
He knelt on one knee before her, a gesture that was both intimate and reverent.
His hands moved to her feet, deftly unbuckling her heels and sliding them off with practiced ease. The cool air against her bare feet was a welcome relief, and she sighed softly as she watched him.
"It's better than we expected," he finally said, his voice low as he focused on his task.
"The buissness alliance is proving more beneficial than we initially anticipated."
A fleeting smile crossed Saskia's lips as she felt the cool air soothe her sore feet. "That's good. I don't have to think about it anymore," she said, her tone distant as her thoughts drifted to the complex web of her own schemes. "I need to stay focused on what I'm doing now."
Sean, having finished removing her heels, remained kneeling before her for a moment longer, his eyes searching her face for answers she wasn't ready to give. When he finally rose to sit beside her, his proximity brought a wave of warmth, but also the weight of his unspoken questions.
"What are you planning?" he asked, his voice edged with curiosity and concern.
A small, enigmatic smile played on Saskia's lips as she stretched her arms above her head, her body languid and graceful. "Secret," she replied, her tone light and teasing. "You'll find out later."
She could feel Sean's gaze on her, probing, analyzing. He was too perceptive for his own good, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he pieced together her intentions. But she couldn't afford to reveal her plan to seduce Aziel, not to him.
Sean's possessiveness was a double-edged sword; it made him fiercely protective of her, but it also meant that he would go to any lengths to eliminate perceived threats to their relationship.
If he knew what she was planning, there was no doubt in her mind that he would sabotage her efforts, turning Aziel into an enemy before she had a chance to complete her mission.
Aziel was her target, her mission. He was the key to her plans, and she needed him to fall for her, genuinely and deeply.
Any interference from Sean could ruin everything, and once Aziel discovered her true identity as Saskia Henon, as the current leader of the Henon Mafia, all hope of gaining his trust would be lost.
"Anyway," she continued, rising from the sofa with a fluid motion, "just focus on what you're doing. You know how important this project is to me. I don't want to waste this chance—it's our opportunity to expand our strength in Asia."
She began walking towards her bedroom, her steps measured and deliberate, each one taking her further from the conversation she wanted to avoid. Sean, ever vigilant, followed closely behind her.