The night was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The VIP section of the club felt like a different world, one where nothing was out of reach and everything was just a little more dangerous. The dim lighting cast shadows over the guests, their faces hidden in the flicker of neon, but the one person Evelyn couldn't look away from stood at the center of it all—Leo.
He was dressed in black, his tailored suit hugging his frame, a subtle nod to the power he held without saying a word. His presence was magnetic, drawing eyes and attention without effort. But tonight, he wasn't here to play the part of the assistant. Tonight, he was here to claim something—and he wanted her.
Evelyn felt a wave of heat rush through her as Leo caught her eyes from across the room. A single look, and it was as if time stopped. Her body hummed with anticipation, and she didn't know whether it was the alcohol or the way his gaze never wavered from her, but she could feel the air between them crackling.
"I've been waiting for you," Leo's voice was a low whisper as he stepped closer, his hand brushing against her lower back, sending a jolt of heat through her spine. He wasn't gentle. He was all fire and command, pulling her into his orbit as if they were the only two people in the room.
Evelyn's breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. "You've played this game long enough, Evelyn. You think you can keep running, but you can't hide from what we are." His words were like a promise and a warning, wrapping around her in equal measure.
She turned to face him fully, her heart racing. The music was louder now, the world blurring into the background as the pull between them became undeniable. She was ready to stop pretending. She was ready to feel all of him, not just the business side of things.
"I don't want to hide anymore, Leo," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but the raw intensity in her words cut through the noise.
Leo's eyes darkened, his hand moving to the side of her face, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. "Then let me show you how real this can be."
Before she could reply, his lips crashed against hers, and everything else faded away. The kiss was fierce, desperate—an explosion of raw emotion and desire. Evelyn responded in kind, her hands threading into his hair, pulling him closer as if she couldn't get enough of him.
The world outside the VIP section ceased to exist. It was just them—just Leo and Evelyn, with the rest of the club a distant echo in the background.
Leo broke the kiss, his breath ragged. "Let's take this somewhere private," he murmured, his voice low and urgent.
Evelyn nodded, her body already aching for more. She didn't care where they went. She didn't care about anything but him.
And as Leo led her through the crowd, she knew nothing would ever be the same. She was his. And he was hers.