Stella Cruze and Apollo Dunn stood facing each other, their gazes locked in a powerful stare. Stella's heart raced in her chest, and a wild blush spread across her cheeks. She was taken aback by his sudden intensity as he pulled her closer and gripped her arms tightly.
Apollo's attention was entirely focused on her eyes, drinking in every detail as the two of them remained silent in the moment, seemingly relishing the connection between them.
Despite the intense moment, Stella quickly regained her composure, freeing herself from Apollo's grip. She defiantly broke the silence, demanding, "Let go of me, Apollo!"
Apollo's smirk revealed his confidence. He seemed to find it easy to charm her, believing that making her fall for him would be effortless. However, he could not explain his own desire to simply be near her, to gaze into her captivating brown eyes.
Looking at her up close, Apollo couldn't help but acknowledge that she looked even more radiant in his proximity.
With absolute certainty, Stella Cruze was undoubtedly the most attractive woman at the business party that evening. Her grand entrance had captivated Apollo's attention, leaving him mesmerized. Apollo couldn't deny his admiration for her. She exuded a fierce demeanor, and Apollo Dunn found her behavior amusing, prompting a playful smirk.
With a hint of challenge in his tone, Apollo inquired, "And what if I don't? What are you going to do about it?" His heart-shaped lips curled upwards in a mischievous smirk.
Stella's voice echoed through the room as she yelled, "Leave me alone, Apollo!" Despite her protests, her efforts to free herself didn't match her intentions. Paradoxically, she found herself almost drawn to his presence, experiencing emotions she couldn't fully grasp. Apollo smirked, aware of her internal conflict. However, Stella was far too resolute to give in. Loving anyone wasn't something she permitted herself, her stubbornness holding steadfast.
Apollo Dunn's smirk widened, revealing his evident enjoyment in the unfolding events. He relished every moment of their encounter. Stella's words exuded anger, but her voice betrayed a hidden desire, one that Stella Cruze rarely encountered. Apollo lifted her chin, gently yet firmly, prompting her to raise her head slightly. With a playful smirk, he asked, "Or else?" He was surprised by his own enjoyment, puzzled by the inexplicable feelings stirring within him. Perhaps it was the ease with which he thought he could make her fall for him, yet there was undeniably something more at play.
Apollo's proximity sent Stella's heart into a frenzy, her cheeks burning a fiery red. Desperately, she averted her gaze, struggling to liberate herself from his grip. "Just...leave me alone," she protested, breathless. A smirk played on Apollo's lips as he responded, "What if I say I won't?" His grin widened, and then he added, "Okay, I will." "Only if you apologize."
Stella clenched her jaw firmly. She despised submitting, being dominated, and Apollo knew that. Deliberately, he added an impossible demand: an apology.
He knew how dominant Stella Cruze felt about herself.Due to this,he knew she wasn't going to apologize easily yet just to annoy her he asked her to do that.
"Dream on"
Finally she yanked her hand from grip with her strength and walked pass him, catching her breathe.Then, suddenly he pulled her by the waist .
Apollo and Stella stood mere inches apart, their breaths mingling in the air. This proximity presented the perfect opportunity for him to finally take the action he had desired since the first day he laid eyes on her: to kiss her. Their gazes were locked onto each other's lips, caught in a silent magnetic pull. With a sudden, cold tone, Apollo spoke, "Do you want to know what comes into my mind when I look at you right now... right in front of me?" His hazel eyes fixed on her full lips, Stella blushed fiercely as she couldn't tear her gaze away from his heart-shaped lips.
"What are y—"Stella was cought of guard when she felt his lips connected to hers.